Why the hell would a prude like her choose to sell her virginity, dammit? Hadn’t they resolved all her financial concerns when he signed her bloody contract and even purchased a bloody apartment in a continuing care community for her beloved grandmother?
So what the hell was this?
Etienne had the strongest urge to demand answers from her then and there, but then he thought of the risk of having her back out of their deal, and his jaw clamped shut.
There was no telling how she’d react if she knew she had sold his virginity to him, and if she ended up backing out, what then? He had no idea if another chemically compatible virgin like Spencer existed, and he was already running out of time as it was, with the vampires likely to launch another attack anytime soon.
These thoughts, along with a thousand others, raced through Etienne’s mind in a matter of seconds…only to disappear just as swiftly, the moment he saw Spencer rise up to a sitting position,
and as she ran a hand through the golden locks of her hair, the covers fell to reveal her already naked body.
Fuck.
He was hard as a rock in an instant, his dick stretching into its full size in a fraction of a second and was now doing its best to poke a hole out of his pants.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
But it was already too late. The Caro in him that was a slave to carnal pleasures had risen and taken over, and there was no turning back now.
He hungered for her.
And he would have her.
Chapter Two
Spencer caught her breath the moment she heard the rustle of clothes slowly being undressed. The sound was terrifying and erotic, and try as she might, she couldn’t help imagining it was someone tall, hard, and beautiful, just like—
Stop right there, idiot!
Etienne had just dispensed his shirt when he saw Spencer suddenly start shaking her head like she was listening to hardcore metal, a gesture that she would’ve rightly assumed to be unseen, but since he was Caro…
A smile slowly curved over his lips as he tossed his belt away and started unbuttoning his pants. Beautiful little Spencer…he had long grudgingly accepted her knack for surprising him, but this decision of hers certainly took the cake. A regular churchgoer like her shouldn’t even be thinking of premarital sex, much less dealing with her virginity this way, but here they were now, with Spencer unknowingly treating him to the sight of her lovely tits.
Was he naked yet, Spencer couldn’t help wondering with a gulp. She had a feeling “the other party” already was, but then again, maybe that was just her nervousness making her silly?
Either way…it didn’t matter, she told herself. What was done was done, and she just had to make the most out of tonight.
Etienne saw Spencer square her shoulders as if she had resolved an internal struggle, and the movement inadvertently drew his copper gaze back to her tits. He had always liked his women big-breasted, but Spencer’s small, perky breasts proved to have an appeal of their own, and he could feel his fangs sharpening out in his desire to taste them.
His gaze moved down, this time devouring every inch of her with hungry intensity. He had never really let himself wonder what Spencer would look like naked, but he realized now he should have. Because this woman staring up at him with unseeing eyes…this woman whom he had known for years, she was fucking perfect, and not once had he thought it possible, for his tomboyish Spencer to hide such slender perfection under her shapeless suits. Her curves were all in the right places: the pert, rounded shape of her pink-tipped tits, her tiny waist, and long, silky legs that nestled her moist, quivering flesh in between…
Magnific, prea magnific.
Magnificent. Too magnificent.
And so fucking hot that Etienne could no longer wait.
Spencer’s throat tightened the moment she felt the bed dip. No backing out, she reminded herself. No one had forced her to do this, and there was no way out now. But the moment she felt a large, strong hand settle on her knee, panic instantly struck, and a powerful tremor shook her body.
I don’t think I can do this!
She pushed the hand away without thinking, but before she could even turn or crawl away, hands unerringly found her waist, and then she was being dragged down—
Her lips parted, but her scream was lost in the hard, hot mouth that was suddenly covering hers in a kiss that made not the slightest attempt to woo or soothe. She tried to fight back, tried to push him away, but he was too strong, so impossibly strong, and God, of course he wouldn’t stop, not when he was only keeping to her third request: don’t let me back out.