All Chapters of The Vampire's Mafia Princess: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

His large hand slowly went to my shoulder and picked up the small strap of my dress, holding it for a breath before removing it from the top of my shoulder and letting it sag lower. His hand skimmed down my ribs, my waist and to my hip where it rested. With a gentle tug he brought me towards him, his other hand resting on my back at the top of my dress. With a smooth motion I felt the cool metal of the zipper slide down my hot flesh. I shivered slightly as the air hit my bare skin, and met his eyes, the lust there unmistakable. Something dangerous flared behind those chocolate depths, his eyes locked on mine as I felt the straps of my dress move lower and lower, then the thin, silky fabric of my dress sliding down my body, pooling at my feet. The flare in his eyes made my stomach clench with anticipation, never in my life had I felt so exposed; so very wanted. His eyes scanned my body, and I flushed red at the realization that my underwear and bra did not match, I had not anticipated

One week later My parents had requested my presence in their office this afternoon, I was certain it was to congratulate me for a job well done with the Amata contract, which had been finalized and simply needed to be signed. Surprisingly Cade had been easy to work with, easier than his reputation would lend one to believe. Not that I was scrambling to work with the guy again, I felt like I had just gotten lucky, and that things going this smoothly was probably not something that occurred often. The click of my shoes reverberated down the hall as I carried myself toward my parents’ shared office. Much like mine and Nikki’s they too shared a space, mostly because they worked as a duo regarding business, always making the decisions together. For Nikki and I it was simply because we were similar in that regard, we preferred working together and sharing a space. Most everyone else was either in a group office or room, or a private space. At least that was the case for the office workers,

To say that I was not amused was the understatement of the century. I had not heard from Cade since that night and to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to. Our pending nuptials were bad enough to digest, but my brain and body had also declared war on each other. Oh, my brain was staunchly in the Cade Amata can suck it camp and my body? Well, it was telling me what exactly he had sucked and how good he was at it. Fuck fuck and more fuck. Why did such a panty dropping man have to be attached to a personality like his? I groaned and put my head in my hands, another week had flown by, and we were one week closer to saying I do. He had said not to worry he would take care of the arrangements I simply needed a dress and bridesmaids, but that was a tall order.  We also still had the small matter of rings to take care of, which needed to happen sooner than later. As if on cue my phone beeped, a text message alert.

I sucked in a breath as his eyes met mine, our gazes locked as he slowly approached. It reminded me of the night I met him, of the things he did to me. The things I did to him. I shuddered. His gaze was predatory, burning me with its heat. And damn if he didn’t look delicious. His tall form struck quite the form in a well-tailored suit jacket, a deep slate grey that seemed to shift colors as he moved; he wore it unbuttoned, a white crew neck T-shirt underneath which only served to highlight his dark features. His pants were black, and I couldn’t tell if they were jeans or slacks, tapering to his ankles in a very flattering form fitting way. His shoes were slick, black dress loafers and I swear my mouth watered looking at him, my body responding to him on a physiological level. I swallowed my coke, hard; and swiveled my chair to the bartender, breaking my gaze.“Can you make my next one a

His lips pressed to the base of my neck, his free hand moving to my throat, around the collar, his other holding the leash at my waist. I felt the delicious scrape of his teeth as they grazed my burning flesh there. I dropped my head back, allowing him better access, his cock stiffening against me. I slitted my eyes open, taking in our forms in the mirror. Both of us naked, his larger body dwarfing my smaller one, at 6’5” he was taller than most anyone. The olive hue to his skin a contrast against my creamy white one, my curves and slopes punctuated by his hard lines and angles. In short, a study in opposites. He tugged lightly on the collar, his heated eyes meeting mine in the mirror.  “Follow me cor muem (my heart).” So, I did, following several footsteps behind him as he led me back to the bedroom. A million tho