All Chapters of Sinful Nights: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Maddox's POV Her hands clamp tightly around my biceps as I sink my teeth deeply into her neck, drinking out her tasteful blood bit by bit. Soon, though, I can feel her body go limp over mine, so I detach from her and sweep her up into my strong arms.  I lick the last droplets of blood from my mouth before sharing a glance with Samuel. "I think we'll keep her," I tell him as I admire Willows ring-curled hair, the dark brown becoming shiny against the sunlight.  I've never seen a woman as beautiful as her and I have seen many women in my life, all of good looks.  Samuel nods. "Well we had better get going. That spell Cassandra casted won't last much longer, and if we don't go now, we could be a pair of burnt vampires." Ah, Cassandra. One of the only skilled witches from miles on end. We were lucky when we came across her years ago when she lost her family to a pack of wolves. Out of a human family and skilled like

Continuing in Willow's POVFrom the looks of it, the 'King' (this is how all the servants are speaking to him and such) does not seem to have a designated partner; he has many, it seems. The women that were just surrounding him as we entered the dining hall are now dancing sexily to the intrument music others play with sly grins on their faces.It becomes quite tempting for me to ask Maddox about his mother, but I never dare. He could rip me apart if he wanted to. "You enjoy steak, Dear?" King Emrik questions as servants come rushing out of the kitchen with steaming plates in their hands. They set two cooked ones in front of Maddox and I, but Liam, Samual and him receive completely raw ones. What in the hells name is going on? Since when did vampires eat and when did they eat cooked meat? This is so fucking weird.Without another strange thought in mind, I pick up my utensils and carve into the steak, cutting out a juic

Willow's POVThis all feels like some type of nightmare, like a nightmare where my sleep demon refuses to let me wake up no matter how many times I try to pinch myself away or go to sleep, hoping that I'll wake up back in my home again. As a girl, I would have never thought that I would have my first kiss stolen by a vampire. A freakin' vampire. AND have it happen on our wedding day! Only a week ago I was finishing up my last book to a trilogy about a relationship between an immortal and mortal, now it's become a dreadful reality. Now, I sit here on a bench over-looking a wide flowing river that's colour is so blue it's nearly black. All I want to do is step into it- heavy wedding dress and all- and let the current take me to my death. Currently, there is a celebration going on inside the building that I'm only a few feet away from right now. I had went in for a short while, trying to blend in and please Maddox

Maddox's POV "Are you almost done?" I call out to Willow as I tap my fingers against the granite countertop boredly. Why do women take so long in the shower all the time? I swear its like a waiting game.  But she never answers my question, leaving me standing there itching to turn around and see if I can get a reply from her. I won't though, I told her I'd respect her privacy.  I sigh, crossing my arms against my chest tiredly. "Willow! Are you almost done?"  Then thats when I realize I can't hear her breathing anymore or the quiet splashes in the tub she was making almost moments ago now. So I turn around, seeing her no longer peaking out of the water; her hair now floating at the top while the rest of her body is submerged in the bubbles and water.  I don't even have to think twice, because next thing I know I'm at the side of the tub reaching my hands into the water to grasp her arms and pull her out. Wh

Willow's POV"Get up before I make you get up myself, slut."I practically have to pry my eyes open to see whos talking. But of course I know who it is: it's Maddox. Who else would it be?Letting out a heavy sigh, blinking back the tears of pain I held throughout the entire night, I turn around carefully and see him standing at the edge of the bed. He's shirtless with his chiseled, surprisinly tan, body radiating in the sunlight that peers through the window.How is he not burning alive? If only I were that lucky...I can't believe I let him touch me the way he did yesterday. I should've known better, even if it meant feeling empty for that much longer.He chuckles when I try to turn on to my back side and let out a cry in pain. The welts from the belt- some of them feel like they're torn open on my skin just from the sudden gust of air on my body. He flips the covers off of my naked body then grabs me by the th