Chapter 54: .•22•.

She timidly stared back at him. Chin tilting upwards so that she could meet his eyes. See that dark and terrifying expression plastered upon his heavily painted face. He really did look so much more frightening now with those blood-red eyes of his.

Gods. Why had she said that? Why had she uttered those words to him? How could she be so stupid?

And she had just embarrassed herself by offering herself to him like some wanton little hussy. Begging for him to take her. It stung so much, his brutal rejection. No matter how hard she was trying to ignore it. It did hurt. Even more than that sting still present in her poor buttcheeks.

She couldn't even understand why she was feeling that way. It wasn't like she'd actually wanted for him to take her. She'd been so terrified and she was actually thankful that he'd turned her down. She wasn't ready yet. To experience such a thing. Much less in the arms of someone like him.

Nicholas' bloody red gaze roamed over her features for a moment, head slightly tilting to the side as he leaned closer, as if about to kiss her again.

She thickly swallowed, noticing the way that his eyelids drooped as his gaze fell on her lips. Intently staring at them.

"You smell so fucking good, little mouse," he quietly murmured. So close to her lips. She could almost taste his breath on her tongue. Feel the heat of his mouth. She forced herself to remain as still as possible.

"Even more so with that cum still drenching your panties,"

She blinked. Embarrassment flooding her as she sat there and stared up at him. Wait. He could actually smell that?!?

The hint of a smirk appeared on his dark red painted lips, making him look even more sinister with those lines that stretched from the corners of his mouth.

"Tell me, did it feel good?" She blinked again. Brows furrowing a little as she stared between his unnaturally-colored eyes.

"Did you enjoy the feel of my cock rubbing against your virgin little pussy?" He crudely uttered, that grin only broadening.

Her lips parted with astonishment, feeling her cheeks immediately heat up at the thought of that. The memory of what he'd done to her mere hours ago in that bedroom. The way that he'd made her feel.

"Don't lie to me, Diana," he subtly warned, pushing himself closer to her. Crowding her. Making her crane her neck so that she could keep gazing up into his eyes.

"Did you imagine for just a moment, what it would feel like to have it slipping into you?" Her throat bobbed. Shame flooding her upon remembering that she did in fact imagine just that.

"Filling you completely, to the point where it would almost hurt and making you scream from the pleasure as I fucked you slow and deep like that?" She shivered on that piano, her pulse moving to her nether regions at the sound of that. Slowly warming up with need.

"I sure did," he whispered, slightly shifting to the side of her neck. Her hands automatically gripped tighter against the edge of that piano, bracing herself. Preparing for that pain that she was about to endure. She was so sure of it. That he was planning on biting her neck this time. It was pretty obvious.

"I do plan on having you, Diana," he sensually uttered in her ear, his hot breath caressing the side of her neck. She shivered again, breathing faster.

"Every tiny little inch of you," he leaned closer yet, pressing the gentlest kiss that she had ever felt in her entire life against her neck. Her eyes widened with surprise.

"I want to fuck you, and lick you, and bite every inch of your skin," he murmured, his tone becoming a little rougher as he lowered himself. Pressing another gentle kiss on her skin. This time on her collarbone.

She could only breathe and sit there, trapped underneath him. Wondering what was going on. Didn't he just say that he was going to drink her blood again? Why did he appear so set on turning her on instead? Had he changed his mind? The thought made her heart beat faster, feeling a little restless and uneasy.

But the feeling of his lips touching her body made it so hard for her to focus. To concentrate on those negative emotions. She couldn't help but enjoy the way that he was kissing her. So soft and tenderly. On her chest. Her barely covered nipple. She found herself wanting more. Needing more of his sweet ministrations.

He let his tattooed hands roam over her parted thighs, trailing upwards as he kneeled in front of her. His face at the same level with her barely covered kitty.

She could feel herself blush so hard, reminiscing exactly what he did to her the last time that he'd kneeled like that in front of her.

"I will have you, Diana. Soon enough," he rasped, offering her a look that made her want to either close her legs and shy away or spread them wider and beg for more. She couldn't seem to decide between the two.

But the very moment that he took a firmer hold of the inside of her thighs and spread them further apart all that uncertainty quickly fell away, replaced by anxiousness. Anticipation at what he was about to do.

Her heart beat so fast, her nether regions quivering. Trickling with liquid heat. Trembling. Thrumming with want.

He leaned closer, deeply inhaling. But instead of touching her there again he went for the inside of her thigh, lips skimming over her skin mere moments before his fangs pierced her flesh, biting deep and hard.