I really need to bake something. That’ll make me feel better, especially since Viktor’s good “friend,” Helena, is a vampire and vampires don’t eat so they sure as hell can’t bake. I’ll whip up a batch of banana-walnut muffins, making the house smell divine, and I’ll spend hours icing them, losing myself in the joy of creation. When the cupcakes are absolutely perfect, resembling miniature works of art, I’ll feed them to the pigeons because the thought of eating anything other than blood makes my stomach heave.
“You had better have bananas,” I threaten.
His mouth flattens as he holds the front door open for me. “I wasn’t prepared for you.”
If he tells me this one more time, I’ll scream. I get it. He hadn’t planned on turning me. He likely had his red-rimmed eyes on a woman like his friend Helena. Despite my grumbling, I take a deep whiff of his earthy aroma as I pass, because the man smells good.
“That wasn’t what I meant.” He slams the door shut with a loud bang.
I meet his gaze, surprised. Viktor is normally so controlled. “I can’t read your mind, Viktor. I haven’t mastered that skill yet.”
He pulls me to him, our hips bumping together, his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and we turn as one, until my back is against the wall. He has me captured, his dark eyes pinning me into place as surely as any restraints.
His desire hits me first, the emotion so forceful I’m thrown backward. Concern follows, and a heavy sense of failure tempered with regret. Underneath that vortex of feelings is love, a breathtaking fierce yet tender love, a love a woman would search eternity for.
The room swirls around me, disappearing. In its place is a brightly-painted kitchen. I’m in the middle of the space, wearing a bright yellow apron, with a big mixing bowl in my hands. The mix is red, redder than any batter I’ve ever seen, and it smells of blood. Hanging on the wall, displayed proudly, is my mother’s muffin pan. The other me, plump with crazy out-of-control hair, is laughing.
The vision disappears but the joy is left, the joy and the love, and then this vanishes also, as Viktor takes a ragged breath, sucking his feelings back into his soul, concealing them from me once more. “I thought we had more time.”
He pulls my mother’s muffin pan out of his black velvet bag. On top of the rusted cups is a spiral notebook.
“Oh, Viktor.” I blink and blink and blink but this doesn’t stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. He has my mother’s pan. “I thought it was gone. I thought… I thought…” I slap him on the chest, the contact muted by his shirt. “You broke your own rules, you stinker.”
“For you, Charlotte, my beloved.” Love and desire is reflected in his dark eyes. “I would break all the rules.”
Sweet butter-cream. The man doesn’t speak much but when he does, he turns me into a mushy, half-baked cake. I push my mother’s pan away, and bury my face in his shoulder.
I’m Viktor’s beloved, that was what the bad vampire Nico called me. I’m not up on all this vampire lore, having devoted most of my life to baking the yummiest cupcakes ever, but it sounds like a good title to have.
“It is the best title to have.” Viktor places his finger under my chin, tilting my head upward. “It means you hold my heart for all eternity.” He swipes his thumb over my wet cheeks.
I hold his… “Wait a minute!” I narrow my eyes at him, feigning irritation so I won’t break down and cry again. I can’t take all this emotion. “You’re giving me your non-beating, defective heart? That doesn’t sound like a great deal.” I think about the parts I’d rather have. “Hmmm…” I slide my hand down his chest, reaching the bulge in his pants. “Can I have another part of you instead?” I trace the outline of his broad cockhead and thick shaft.
The corners of his mouth lift. “You can have all of me.”
06 Viktor’s
“You had better have bananas,” I threaten.
His mouth flattens as he holds the front door open for me. “I wasn’t prepared for you.”
If he tells me this one more time, I’ll scream. I get it. He hadn’t planned on turning me. He likely had his red-rimmed eyes on a woman like his friend Helena. Despite my grumbling, I take a deep whiff of his earthy aroma as I pass, because the man smells good.
“That wasn’t what I meant.” He slams the door shut with a loud bang.
I meet his gaze, surprised. Viktor is normally so controlled. “I can’t read your mind, Viktor. I haven’t mastered that skill yet.”
He pulls me to him, our hips bumping together, his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and we turn as one, until my back is against the wall. He has me captured, his dark eyes pinning me into place as surely as any restraints.
His desire hits me first, the emotion so forceful I’m thrown backward. Concern follows, and a heavy sense of failure tempered with regret. Underneath that vortex of feelings is love, a breathtaking fierce yet tender love, a love a woman would search eternity for.
The room swirls around me, disappearing. In its place is a brightly-painted kitchen. I’m in the middle of the space, wearing a bright yellow apron, with a big mixing bowl in my hands. The mix is red, redder than any batter I’ve ever seen, and it smells of blood. Hanging on the wall, displayed proudly, is my mother’s muffin pan. The other me, plump with crazy out-of-control hair, is laughing.
The vision disappears but the joy is left, the joy and the love, and then this vanishes also, as Viktor takes a ragged breath, sucking his feelings back into his soul, concealing them from me once more. “I thought we had more time.”
He pulls my mother’s muffin pan out of his black velvet bag. On top of the rusted cups is a spiral notebook.
“Oh, Viktor.” I blink and blink and blink but this doesn’t stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. He has my mother’s pan. “I thought it was gone. I thought… I thought…” I slap him on the chest, the contact muted by his shirt. “You broke your own rules, you stinker.”
“For you, Charlotte, my beloved.” Love and desire is reflected in his dark eyes. “I would break all the rules.”
Sweet butter-cream. The man doesn’t speak much but when he does, he turns me into a mushy, half-baked cake. I push my mother’s pan away, and bury my face in his shoulder.
I’m Viktor’s beloved, that was what the bad vampire Nico called me. I’m not up on all this vampire lore, having devoted most of my life to baking the yummiest cupcakes ever, but it sounds like a good title to have.
“It is the best title to have.” Viktor places his finger under my chin, tilting my head upward. “It means you hold my heart for all eternity.” He swipes his thumb over my wet cheeks.
I hold his… “Wait a minute!” I narrow my eyes at him, feigning irritation so I won’t break down and cry again. I can’t take all this emotion. “You’re giving me your non-beating, defective heart? That doesn’t sound like a great deal.” I think about the parts I’d rather have. “Hmmm…” I slide my hand down his chest, reaching the bulge in his pants. “Can I have another part of you instead?” I trace the outline of his broad cockhead and thick shaft.
The corners of his mouth lift. “You can have all of me.”
06 Viktor’s
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