Dead Man's Curves (BBW Vampire Paranormal Erotic Romance) [KOBO ED] Read Online Free PDF

her throat. Black spots bloomed behind her eyelids.
    Suddenly the pressure at her throat eased and she dragged a tortured gasp into her lungs. Light returned, and she thought, if she had any sense, that she would turn and open the car door and try to escape. Her orgasm was receding, her senses returning. She should run.
    Then cool lips alighted on her pussy and his cool, flat tongue stroked against her pulsing clit once, twice, three times.
    Chloe came again.
    When it was over Chloe collapsed, limp, against her door, her white-knuckled holds on the steering wheel and seat slowly releasing as satisfaction and contentment swept over her. She had never felt so right with the world. Bad day? What bad day? The worst part about this day was that she seemed to have misplaced her bones.
    The vampire slipped his fingers from her pussy and moved up her body. Hard muscles moved over her softness, the contrast delicious and maddening. Her body, still lax, responded to his hardness, his maleness, his possessive posture, and when she reached up and ran her fingers over his cold skin, he shuddered slightly. His mouth found her ear and for a moment he seemed content to worry it with his lips.
    Then he bit her.
    A sharp sting cut through the fog and Chloe squeaked. Reflexively she shoved him away, but it was like pushing against a wall. In her ear, the vampire snarled and his teeth came down harder as he lapped up the dark red drops of blood from the soft lobe. Again the narcotic effect, but it was muted this time, as though she were growing immune. Squirming, she brought her legs up and between them and shoved as hard as she could with her feet. The pain in her ear became excruciating for a quick, blinding moment, and then she was free.
    They parted, both of them breathing hard, coolness and warmth mingling together in the chill air of the car. The world spun around her, and not just from lack of blood pressure.
    Chloe could hardly think. “What... what the hell was that?” she managed to say finally. The thrill of his drugging kiss was fading fast, and she was coming down hard from both her orgasm and the chemical high.
    He raised an eyebrow. “The pleasure, or the pain?”
    She wanted to hit him, but she knew all too well that he had let her go only because he felt like it. “Both!”
    He tilted his head. “The pleasure was to remind you what I may do for you. You may be immune to one charm of mine, but not all. The pain was a reviving snack. A woman like you is almost a vampire in her own right. The passion you hide...” He smiled and spread his hands. “Well, let us just say that a man can be wrung dry by a woman of such... appetites.”
    Chloe had no idea what to say. She didn't know if he was making fun of her or not.
    She struggled into a sitting position, turning away from him and closing her legs so she wouldn't feel so exposed. Readjusting her clothes, she tried to think of something—anything—to say. The silence stretched out.
    “I still require clothing,” the vampire said suddenly. “Now more than ever.”
    Chloe stole a look at him. Yes, he did need clothes. He was practically naked now. The dust of his old clothes was all over her car. Her broken car. She felt the gap where the headrest should be yawning behind her.
    She took a deep breath. “You need to fix my car first.”
    He said nothing. Her nerves began to tingle.
    “You will buy clothes for me,” the vampire said at last, “or I will do something dire.”
    He must be used to fainting Victorian females, because Chloe was not going to just roll over and give it up for a good fingerbang, no matter how much it had just blown her mind. She whipped around. “Like what?” she snapped. “Not kiss me again? There are plenty of fish in the sea, mister.”
    A faint smile crossed his face. “No,” he said. “I will kill someone.”
    Chloe froze. “What do you mean?”
    He gave her a dry look, as though she were stupid. “Exactly what I say.” Sitting back,