I turned my face, trembling.
He turns my face back to face him.
"Look at me."
I opened my eyes, looking at his glowing red
eyes.
"Are you okay–"
"No I'm not fucking okay!"
He interrupts harshly.
"I'm barely controlling myself. Fuck."
He leans down to kiss me. I turned my face
immediately.
"I–"
He turns my face back to his, crashing his lips
against mine in a rough kiss.
He chuckles.
Pulled back slowly to whisper,
"Still don't know how to kiss? Let me teach
you."
His hands slid away from my throat.
He carries me up by the waist, straddling me
on his lap.
His lips crashed into mine in a surprising gentle
rhythm. His hands on my waist pulled me
closer to him. Eyes no longer red.
"Follow my rhythm."
I pulled back.
"I don't want this sir. I don't want to learn."
"What?"
His tone is getting slightly high.
He pulled me closer till there was no space
in-between us.
"How dare you deny me what I want."
the marks around my nipples began to glow
and hurt.
"Mmhm.. sir?"
"What?"
His eyes are glowing red now.
"Can't handle a little pain."
I grip his shirt tightly.
"Please…make it stop sir. Please…"
I looked at his eyes pleadingly but he didn't
even bait. Both hands wrap around my waist.
Fangs extend.
He bites my neck, drinks blood despite the pain
on my breast.
I grip his shirt tightly, trembling.
He smiled against my neck. Pulling back just
an inch to say,
"Mmph. I've been trying to control myself all
this while.
You're mine."
I trembled.
"Please. The pain…"
My head became light as I slowly lost
consciousness. My grip on his shirt loosening
as I passed out…
He continues feeding before licking the wound
closed and pulled me closer to him.
"Fucking passed out."
He chuckles darkly before laying me down.
He stood up and picked up his cigarette,
lighting it and making calls.
He looks back at me before hanging up and
grabbing his suit jacket. He stomps out his
cigarette before walking out.
"Dimitri!"
He calls out his butler
"Yes master."
"Watch her. I won't be back till morning. Let her
sleep in my room. Tomorrow she can continue
working."
The butler nods. He leaves without turning back.
He enters his office handling business.
His office is decorated with dark stones. A large
office. On the outside it looks normal but inside
It looks dark. He kills monsters from the
underworlds. It's just one of his side
businesses. He owns half the city.
His best friend. A young man of twenty eight
years old. Handsome, tall, dark brown hair with
piercing blue eyes. His presence emanated. He
was a vampire. A true vampire. His pale skin
glistened under the light. He stood in front of
Aristarkh. The desk being the only thing
separating them. His name is Lucien Morozov.
Aristarkh's eyes widened in a pleasant
surprise.
"You're back. Took you so long Lucien."
They shake hands.
Lucien smirks.
"I know right."
He speaks in his deep voice.
"You smell good. Took someone's blood?"
Aristarkh smirks.
"Yeah. I had a drink from someone. A maid."
Lucien raises his eyebrows.
"A maid? I know you fuck and do things with
your maids. But you never talk about them with
that look on your face."
Aristarkh was grinning.
"It's nothing special. Just a maid that caught my
eyes."
Lucien chuckles softly.
"Caught your eyes? Since when did maids start
catching your eyes?"
He shakes his head, still laughing.
"No, this one is special. Plus there's something
unique about her. Her white hair. Her
innocence. Fuck."
His friend laughs now.
"You have to be careful, Aristarkh. This lady or
girl sounds like trouble.
Anyways… speaking of trouble. How's Vivika?
Is she still with you?"
Aristarkh's jaw clenched.
He speaks gruffly.
"She's fine. Causing trouble as always."
Lucien chuckles.
"Why the stern look. Has she found out about
your little flirt maid."
"Shut up. And yes she has. But what about it.
It's not like we're together. Anastasia is
special."
Lucien interrupts.
"Oh so her name is Anastasia? That's a pretty
name. Is she pretty?"
Aristarkh smiles.
"Prettier than a goddess. Her beauty. Long hair.
Beautiful face. Her body. Everything is
beautiful."
Lucien grins wide, teeth showing.
"She must be really pretty for a heartless man
to talk about her."
Aristarkh leans forward, his hand intertwined
together.
"Let's skip the girls' talk. Were you able to find
him? Anyone from the crimson altar?"
Lucien sighs, leaning back the chair.
"None. I couldn't find it . We have to get them
quick. Soon.
I sense trouble, Aristarkh. Why we haven't
sighted any fucking pets from this group, the
crimson altar. They're secretly planning. We
need to find them before they get to us!"
His voice was slightly raised.
The crimson altar are the supernatural beings.
Both vampire, werewolves, hybrids and even
the snakes. Gathered to form one. No one
knows their purpose or their leaders but they're
onto something. They have been existing for a
year now.
Aristarkh speaks softly.
"You're right. We need to handle this before it's
too late. I'll look into it myself."
Back in the mansion…..
I woke up the next morning on his bed. My
breasts no longer hurting. The time was 10am.
I touched my neck, it didn't hurt. My lips slightly
swollen from his kisses.
I sit up slowly, my hair cascading down my
back. The sheets smelled like his cologne. So
strong. I stood up and opened the door.
Dimitri standing outside, gave me a soft smile.
"I bow. Good morning sir. I'm sorry sir, I
would've woken up early."
He speaks kindly.
"It's fine. Tatiana has already done your work
for
you. How are you feeling?"
I nodded with a smile.
"I'm… I'm good. Just a little headache. What of
Mr Aristarkh? I didn't see him."
He smiles.
"He went out. Said he won't be ba
ck this
morning. So you are free today."
I nodded. Feeling happy.
"Thank you and have a nice day sir." I
bowed before leaving.
On my way I saw Madam Vivika.
I bowed, greeting her, thinking she'd slap or
hurt me but she just turned her face gruffly and
walked past me, accompanied by her two
maids Lira and Inessa.