All Chapters of Slave To The Vampire King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Samara’s POVEven though I have been told that I will be a slave in the mansion, the room that Mr. Jones dropped me off in is luxurious enough to have my jaw dropped open upon first glance. The room is bigger than the studio apartment I am able to afford close by my job, and far better furnished. The bathroom alone is bigger than my whole bedroom area, and the giant tub is enough to make a girl think that being a slave can’t be all that bad. Mr. Jones instructed me to bathe quickly and someone would be up to collect me within the hour to meet Cassius for supper. Before I could ask a single question of him, he was already disappearing back down the hallway, with a determined stride in his step. I had only shrugged my shoulders and made my way to the large en suite bathroom, just to completely ignore his words about being ready in an hour and decided on a nice long bath. After I allowed the shower to wash away the grime stuck to my skin of course, it would be counterproductive to bath

Cassius’ POVI still can not figure out why the thought of that little human taking her life affected me as much as it did, but when the maid told me through our bond that the human was lying at the bottom of the bathtub motionless, I could not help but rush to her room to save her. And I would have done anything to save her, that is the part that scares me. It has been a long time since I have made another vampire, but I would have gone against my beliefs and turned her into one tonight without a second thought. The relief that flooded through me when she opened her eyes and revealed that she was not dead was more than intense. What is it about the little human that has me so worked up when no other has been able to ever since Giselda? I shake my head of those thoughts, nothing good ever comes from thinking about my time spent with that witch. Even so…I can not deny that the little human stirs my blood in ways that Giselda never could.Speaking of blood. Her blood is the sweetest

**Trigger Warning** Scenes in this chapter depict signs of attempted sexual abuse. Samara’s POVMy uncle’s hand suddenly wanders along my body, touching me in places that aunt Becky instructed that no one should ever touch, at least not without my consent and when I am old enough. It is then that I realize just what is happening and panic begins to set in. I wiggle in his grasp when his hand glides over my barely there breasts, but his hold is too tight for me to get myself free.His signature sinister laugh that would make even the demons from Hell quiver in fear bursts from his chest and taunts me with its sound. He and I both know that there is nothing that I can do to stop what is going to happen to me, and that knowledge kicks up his excitement another knotch. He buries his face in my neck, licking along my collar as he makes his way up to my ear, leaving behind trails of his disgusting smelling saliva in its place. I squirm harder in his hold but all that it gets me is his fin

Samara’s POVAs the last of the nightmare fades away from my mind, I find a newfound confidence within myself that I never knew that I possessed. I have always steered clear of men thanks to that one encounter with my uncle when I was a child, but for the first time I find myself wanting to give myself to a man. There is something different about the strong vampire, Cassius, and I want nothing more than to explore him and the feelings that he invokes inside of me. I feel safe while wrapped up in his arms, a feeling that I didn’t know that I was missing up until this point. I slam my lips against his without thinking about the consequences or what my actions could mean for my future. The only thing that is on my mind as I move my lips against his, is the strange feelings that he has stirred up in me. Arousal floods my system, sending heat to pool in a delicious way in the apex of my thighs and earning a wanton moan from my lips. Cassius grabs hold of my arms roughly, his domineering

Samara’s POVAfter waking up to an empty bed, I stretch out my arms and let out a long yawn in an attempt to wake myself up. When I look over at the digital clock on the table to my right, I see that it is three o’clock in the afternoon and that realization causes me to jump up from bed, startled. In my hurry to get out of bed and start my day, my feet get tangled up in the bedsheets and I feel myself falling to the wooden floor with a heavy thud. An “oomph” sound leaves my lips as I roll to my side to rub my aching butt. After falling out of bed in my haste, I decide to take my time with getting ready for the day and lay back and close my eyes.My thoughts begin to wander as I lay there on the hard floor, completely naked, except for the part of me that is covered by the falling blanket. Where could Cassius have gone so early? It was nearly nine am when we both finally fell asleep wrapped in eachother’s arms, and aren’t vampires supposed to sleep during the day to avoid the sunlight