Dark Conquest - Rosa (Vampire romance) (Erotic romance) (2 page)

“
I’m not prepared to give myself to a man I don’t have feelings for,” I try to explain.  “I need to love him and to feel loved back in return.”

“Have you ever felt that,
Rosa,” he asks with amusement twinkling in those devilish eyes.

“Well no, not yet.”

“So you have never slept with a man?”

H
e smirks at me again and I feel his hand running up the side of my body.  Fuck, I’m hot, hot and needy, how did that happen? 

He smiles as he cups one of my breasts with his hand and squeezes gently.  This is so good and I close my eyes moaning slightly as he circles my growing nipple with his fingers.

“You are a virgin?”

I dip my eyes from his face feeling my cheeks turn scarlet again.  Why do I feel so hung up and ashamed about this?

“Would you like me to put that right for you, take you in my arms and rescue you from this unnatural state?”

Unnatural state! 
What was it with this guy?  What was more natural than a girl wanting to remain chaste? 

“
Just because I don’t give it out to every man I chance to meet doesn’t make me some kind of freak,” I yell at him.

He smirks again and puts his hands on his hips over the belt of his low slung denims.

“I don’t think you’re a freak, Rosa.  But I do think it’s about time you felt a man’s hands on your body, felt the pleasure as his penis thrusts inside you.”

He pulls me close.  “Do you want that too, Rosa?”

Oh yes, do I.  Given half a chance and a different set of morals I’d be right in there.  If I wasn’t so set in my ways I’d let him fuck me right here and now.  I want to ram my body against his and to hell with chastity.  It was only loyalty to my friend and those irritating old habits that stopped me.  But he wasn’t going to give up that easily.

“Can I kiss you,
Rosa?”  He asks dismissing my reasons as if they were nothing.  “If I kiss you then you will understand your need and you will want to be mine,” he promises.

Shit!
He’s so sure – his confidence burns through my body like blazing fire and does something strange down there, between my legs. 

He
takes hold of my shoulders and pulls me closer to him.  His hands are running – no dragging through my long black hair as he pulls back my head and I gasp.  I get the distinct feeling that he’s weaving some strange magic – magic that will make his pliable slave.  But do I care - at that moment, if I’m honest – not at all.

“
Will you allow me to take you, Rosa, to make you mine?”  He speaks the words low and stares into my face.  I can’t move my eyes away from his.  What’s he doing, what power is he exerting over me?  I’m drowning in those inky, black pools.  Diving into those dark beguiling eyes – eyes I could lose myself in forever – if I’m lucky.

“I might,” I mumble
desperate to find reality again.

He
’s not joking, his tone, his whole demeanour tells me he means it.  And the excitement, the wild, fizzing need growing throughout my body and my damp knickers are testament to my true feelings about his offer despite the wide eyed coyness I’m trying hard to exhibit.  But he’s not fooled.

“
You want to; I can see it behind the façade you put up.”   He smiles again contritely as if apologising for seeing right through me.  Then pulling me into his arms he whispers. “I can smell your arousal, the heady aroma from between your thighs is in the very air we’re breathing,” he intones with a look of pure lust.

Now I’m mortified.  Is he right,
does the wetness from my pussy really smell as strong as he says?

“I could take you here, up against this tree,” he of
fers moving closer and holding me in his arms.  “I could remove your underwear,” he whispers.  “Then open your tender nether lips, and use my fingers, these fingers,” he smiles wiggling them in front of my face.  “To gently tickle at your clitoris until it swells large enough to nip with my teeth,” he tempted.  “Then I’d lie you on the grass and push my fingers deep inside you and tease against you slowly with my tongue until you scream out for more.”

I had no doubts that Anton was capable of all that and
much, much more.  And I was so ready for him.  My pussy was throbbing and as wet as hell for this man and I really wanted to let him.  I couldn’t work it out.  I’d refused Jason because it was too soon in our relationship.  But at least we’d had a relationship. I’d only just met Anton!

Your body likes the idea, doesn’t it?”
  He asked using his full lips to kiss slowly and sensuously down my cheek and on down over the side of my neck.  His lips press hard and I feel him suck against my skin.

I moan in his arms, I’m such a tart!
  I put my arms around him and go for his mouth.  Our lips meet in a fusion of heat and want.  His tongue penetrates deep, his ravishment absolute until I’m left gasping for air.

I feel myself swaying, he’s trying to push me down onto the grass and I’m losing all will to resist.  I think of Jane and then of Jason then I feel his hand on my thigh and I crumple into his arms a mere blob of flesh desperate for
sexual release.

“Do you want me to stop,
Rosa,” he teases.  “Do I put a stop to this now and take you back inside?”

I groan with hunger.  My body craves this man’s touch.  I want his hands on my body, in my body and then I want him to fuck me
and never stop.  I sway again and lean hard into his wide frame gazing up into his beautiful face.

“Take me, Anton,
please I’m yours, I’ll let you do anything,” I whisper softly then everything went black.

So here I am
back in my room.  No memory of the past twelve hours or so and certain now that I’ve been molested in some way. Sexually molested.

I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and wince.  Shit it hurts up there.  I want to look.  I need to see what’s been done to me.  Reaching into my bag I find a make up mirror and spreading my thighs wide I take a long, hard look at my pussy.

My labia are hideous swollen and very red.  I’m oozing cum and use a wipe to sweep it away.  But there’s loads, the more I wipe the more it drips out of me.  Is it my cum, or is it his, I wonder fearfully, realising that if it’s his then no condom was used.  My clitoris looks badly bruised and gently easing a finger tip into my wet vagina I moan in pain.  It’s obvious from the state of me that I’ve been used, blatantly used and defiled.

It can only be
Anton that’s done this.  I need to find him, get things straight.  Then it happened.  An image, clear and so very real suddenly swamped my brain. 

I am bound
spread eagled and naked on an elaborate bed while a man whose face I can’t see thrusts his huge pulsating penis deep into my sex.

Oh my – I gasp and flush.  My pussy throbs
in pain at the thought.  I can almost feel it – feel its hugeness filling me.  But that’s not all, I can hear something.  He speaks, inside my head a deep male voice is instructing me to stay calm and return to my bed.

But I can’t do that, I need a shower and I need to see why
my neck keeps dripping blood.

I limp across to the adjoining bathroom and look carefully at my reflection in the mirr
or.  I seem to have an injury on my neck, a couple of scratches on the left hand side.  For the moment I dismiss it as paltry in comparison to what’s going on between my legs.

The warm water is
soft and comforting against my skin and I start to feel better.  After dabbing my aching body dry I shrug myself into a fluffy robe and go in search of Jane. 

What if the same thing has
been done to her?  I knock on her bedroom door but there’s no answer.  I try the handle and thankfully it opens.  But the room is empty, all her things have gone and the bed’s been made, or it hasn’t been slept in at all, I realise, panic setting in again.  I spin around, my hand on my head.  What’s going on here, where the hell is she?

“ANTON
,” I bawl down the hallway but my voice just echoes off the high vaulted ceiling and nothing moves, not even Addams, the butler.  This is ridiculous!

Eventually after virtually searching the place from top to bottom I decide to pack up and go home. 
There isn’t anything else I can do and at least there I’ll feel safe.  I stop, a shiver convulses through my body. 
I don’t feel safe here, in fact I never did not from the moment we arrived
.

I need to plan
what to do about Jane.  She must have gone back to the flat, I decide.  She’s found out that I spent the night with Anton and gone off early in a huff.  I suppose I can’t blame her really, he was supposed to be her boyfriend after all.  I’ve tried to use my mobile to ring her, to apologise, but there’s no signal here.

Within the hour
I’m dragging my suitcase back down the dirt track to the spot where we’d left the car.  There’s no sign of it – just tyre tracks in the mud.  She has left then, I think with relief believing this meant she was safe.  Probably in a right strop and hating my guts for letting her down like that.  She probably thinks I’ve stolen her man – how wrong she is.

A tortuous two miles
of a trek later and I am able to get a signal and ring for help.  I have no choice, I have to ring Jason.  He won’t let me down, he’ll come and get me and know what to do and right now I need a friend and a comforting shoulder.

“It’s not like Jane to run
out on you,” he puzzles as we drive back to the city.  “Are you sure you two haven’t argued.  You know how hot headed she can be,” he smiles ruefully.  “Do you remember the time we pulled that practical joke and how she reacted?”  He laughs.

“This is different, Jace,” I insist.  “
The circumstances are different. I’m worried about her.  She wouldn’t just go off and leave me like that even if we had argued – the girlie code, remember,” I remind him.  “We leave together and we return together.”

And Jane was always very firm about that.  M
y stomach lurches, I have that niggle again and it’s getting worse.  What if I was wrong, what if Jane hadn’t left?  She’d been unwell, she might not even know about Anton seducing me and something awful might have happened to her as well.  If Anton could do those things to me what might he have done to her?

I daren’t tell Jason about Anton, he’d never understand.  But then perhaps I should tell someone, after all the man had
helped himself to my body in the most hideous way.  Whatever he had between his thighs is practically a lethal weapon! 

He must have drugged me
and Jane too, which is probably what made her feel ill.   So I was drugged then taken somewhere, tied to a bed and used.  I felt my cheeks redden. 

He’d have looked, looked at every little intimate part
of me as I lay there.  He would have touched and examined between my legs until he was fired up with lust.  Then he’d rammed that huge thing of his deep into me, into the virgin me.  And he’d continued ramming hard until he’d shot his hot, sticky load, all of it.  He was a beast. I’d already said yes to him, so why do things that way?  I didn’t understand.

Jane wasn’t at our flat and neither were her things. 

“Her car’s in its space outside,” Jason confirmed looking out of the window to the road.  “She’s not brought her stuff in yet, that’s all,” he reassured.  “She’ll be back any time clutching a bottle of wine and a pizza, so don’t worry,” he added kissing my cheek before he left.

But I was worried.  I had a growing sick
ly feeling in the pit of my stomach that was just getting worse as each hour passed.  All my instincts told me this wasn’t right.  Jane was in trouble and I’d left her behind.

Anton Mortimer and Dorlan Grange – my starting point.  An internet search on his name got me nowhere but the house was another matter.

It was hundreds of years old and had belonged to the Dorlan family, all the eldest males had being called Lucien apparently.  Recently it had been inherited by a cousin of the last remaining member of the family.  That cousin is Anton I presume.  The family seemed ordinary enough, apart from the wealth.  They’d just passed it all down through the ages until finally there was no one left to pass it to but Anton. 

So Anton must have inherited from some one called Lucien Dorlan
but checking through the death records I couldn’t find him.  In fact I couldn’t find any of them.  But then I remembered Anton’s faint accent – so perhaps they’d all been born abroad.

But
I soon got fed up, I was tired and none of this would help me find Jane.   I’d been so engrossed in my research I hadn’t noticed the time passing and she still hadn’t returned – with pizza or anything else. 

I toyed with going to the police.  Jane was missing and I’d been
sexually assaulted.  But was that stretching things a bit far.  I had said yes to Anton earlier that evening and Jane was infatuated with him. 

He could have gone to her early this morning. 
A charming, persuasive man, it wouldn’t take much and she’d be putty in his hands.  For all I knew they could have spent the day in bed and had simply been avoiding me as I’d searched for them.  But then her car was outside, I couldn’t work it out.

I decided to sleep on it.