ECSTASY

KIRA

I had heard many stories about Prince Dante Rosetti, none of them good ones. The girls in the shop loved to gossip, mainly because there was nothing else to do.

Except wait to be killed or sold of course.

While I wasn’t too keen on judging a person’s character based on what other people say through the grapevine, I can’t help but not hold him in the highest regard considering he is a vampire, vampires murdered my family, and he indirectly allowed vampires to murder my family by being the Prince of this fucking lunacy.

From the conversations I’d heard, the Vampire King, whoever he is, called the shots. He had been alive for centuries now, living among us and forming a rebellion. Once his army was complete, he was able to overthrow the governments of the world and establish his kingdom of bloodsuckers eight years ago.

His army is controlled by the five Princes known as Malvado. They are rumoured to be the ones the King directly sired and are part of the original Pureblood vampires that graced the planet-Dante Rosetti, Simeon Akbar, Andre Castillo, William Rosewood, and Luca Perez.

Together, they plunged the earth into complete ruin and as my luck would have it, one of them ended up being my master.

‘’Come along slave, waste no time,’’ Dante said tightly. The auction was over now and those who made purchases were settling accounts at the front desk.

‘’Yes, Prince Dante.’’

‘’What did you say?’’

I forgot my manners.

In slave training, we were specifically taught by Austen to always use the term ‘Master.’ If we didn’t, we could be killed immediately because these creatures are egomaniacs and psychopaths.

Austen tried to make us refer to him as ‘Master’ at every opportunity he could, but he did not succeed because he had tortured most of the girls, physically and psychologically, to the point of silence. They barely said a word when he was around and only resulted to shaking and nodding their heads when they were asked questions or were required to perform tasks.

I for one would have rather him kill me than refer to him as Master.

I bowed my head respectfully and corrected myself. ‘’Nothing, Master.’’

“To you, I am your master and not your equal. Do I make myself clear?’’ Prince Dante said in a calm yet chilling voice that shook my entire core. His entire being commanded obedience and I was intimidated. I nodded vigorously, still bowing my head which was observing his no doubt expensive shoes.

“Words, slave.” He lifts my chin with his knuckles. They felt cold under my warm skin. “Do I make myself clear?”

Clearer than the midnight sky.

‘’Yes, master.’’

His eyes are so beautiful.

He pulled out a cheque from his suit pocket and signed it then handed it over to the woman in charge, another vampire, who was all too eager to collect the piece of paper. He dragged me by my collar, courtesy of the shop, into the waiting limousine. The door was being held by a tall, lanky man in a dark suit and matching kepi. He was another vampire, his red eyes gave that away.

“My Lord,” he bowed lightly.

“Stellan,”  Prince Dante acknowledged with a nod.

Goodbye bondage, hello hell.

With a light push, Prince Dante ushered me into the vehicle and I sighed internally. The plush leather of the seat felt nice under my skin and the interior of the vehicle smelt…manly and expensive. It had been a while since I smelt the scent of a fragrance. The last fragrance I ever smelt was that of my mother. She always smelt like cocoa butter and lilies. At the shop, we weren’t given perfumes or deodorants, just plain, old, boring soap that was smaller than Stellan’s kepi.

I moved to the far right of the seat, opting to be as far away from Dante as humanly possible. The door slammed shut and my eyes plastered on the window. As the engine revved to life and we drove away, I couldn’t help but feel a little sad. As sick and twisted as the shop was, I’m going to miss it. It’s the only ‘home’ I’ve known all this time and I considered the other girls in there as my de facto family even though I barely spoke three sentences to any of them.

Dante’s deep voice interrupted my train of thought. “Pet, come closer.’’

Huh?

My eyes leave the window and I meet his narrowed eyes. “Yes, master?”

I heard what his rich, deep, sexy as sin voice said. But, I wanted him to repeat it. Yes, I may hate these creatures but I have to admit, they are sexy, both male and female. They must all be drinking from the same fountain of youth, at least the ones I’ve met, because they don’t look a day over thirty.

“I said, come closer.’’ He repeated, this time with more force. I knew better than to make a vampire angry. I have the battle scars to prove that. If I was almost killed by a vampire for resisting an attack, imagine what would happen if I disobeyed a Pureblood.

My funeral, that’s what.

 I scooted over a little bit, careful to leave a decent amount of space between us. Losing his patience, he yanked me forcefully to his side. ‘’Listen to me very carefully human. When I give a command, I expect immediate compliance.” His undead eyes held mine. “You’re not slow, neither are you dense. So when I say move closer, you fucking move.’’ The authority in his voice was very compelling. My heart hammered against my chest as he stared at me, but it didn’t make me as uncomfortable as when Austen did it. In a blink of an eye, his lips were on my jawline and he ran his tongue down my neck.

“Please, stop.’’ I whimpered.

They never do. I knew that but I still pathetically pled.

He paid me no mind as his fangs elongated and he sunk it into my neck. An earth-shattering scream escaped my lips on impact. The screen of the limousine was lifted so I doubt if Stellan could hear what was going on. Even if he did, he wouldn’t care. Vampires only cared about themselves.

The pain was excruciating, something I had never experienced before, not even when Austen callously drank from me. He paused for a moment and looked at my tear-stained eyes, my blood stained on his lips.  His red orbs were black and my brain immediately went into panic mode as a wave of deja-vu hit me. He had the same possessed look that Zane and Austen had the minute they drank for me.

I had to do something otherwise I wouldn’t make it out of this vehicle alive.

He licked my neck again and bit another spot on my neck. This time, he showed no signs of slowing down. ‘’Master, you’re hurting me.’’ I pleaded again. I felt light-headed; my body was becoming faint and weak from the pints of blood being forcefully removed from my life force.

In a desperate attempt to save my life, I called him by his name, a ballsy move I might regret later, but in my defense, my life was being sucked away like a popsicle.

Literally.

“Dante, please stop.’’

Like an off-switch had activated in his brain at the mention of his name, he retracted his fangs from my neck and they went back into his mouth. His eyes were the usual red like they once were, my blood dripping from his pink lips. I heaved a sigh of relief but he remained impassive.  His lips kissed the holes he had created on my neck and the pain dulled. With a final touch, Dante positioned my head on his lap. Playing with my hair, I faintly heard him whisper. ‘’Rest, my pet.’’

Then I was out like a light.