Seized by the Vampire Lord (Dark Lords) by Jaide Fox Read Free Book Online Page A

memory.”
     
    Artlessness hadn’t helped at all.  Cerise decided to try a new tact.  “Well, I’m sure I don’t know,” she snapped.
     
    His eyes narrowed.  “Angry as I was at your trespass, I might have let it go if you had only been honest with me.  I don’t care for liars, my dear.  I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you.”
     
    Cerise gaped at him in dawning horror.  She’d been so certain she could talk her way out of this, she hadn’t even tried to resist when he had grabbed her.  Now he held her in an unbreakable grip.  She struggled anyway, trying to break free.  For a moment, she thought she had managed to break his hold, and in the next breath, she discovered that he had only released her to scoop her up into his arms.
     
    Without a word, his face set in grim lines, he strode from the room, ignoring Cerise’s efforts to wiggle out of his arms.  By the time he’d reached her room, she was gasping with exertion and so tired, it was only fear that drove her on.  Reaching her room, he kicked the door open with one booted foot, crossed it in three swift strides, and dropped her onto the bed.
     
    The plush mattress bogged her down.  The bed covers tangled around her as if they had a mind of their own.  Cerise kicked out at Daegon as he came onto the mattress, digging her nails into the covers to drag herself to the other side, out of his reach.  Her feet struck air, and he caught her flailing legs, pinning each one in turn as he stripped her stockings off.  He hauled her back toward him, his strength overpowering her, flipping her onto her back.
     
    Daegon straddled her bucking body, hard muscled thighs clamped tightly around her hips.  Cerise pummeled him with her fists, but it was like striking a stone statue.  He was immovable, unyielding.  He caught one of her wrists and knotted a stocking around it.
     
    Cerise screamed and scratched him, trying to pry his fingers loose as he tied the other end to a bed post, pulling her arm taut.  He caught her free hand, giving her a thunderous, black look that had shivers crawling up her spine.  In seconds, he had it bound to the opposite post.
     
    She glared up at him when he stilled, looking down on her.  Sensual malevolence gleamed in his sapphire eyes.  His chest rose and fell with heavy breath.  He lifted one knee from her hip, settling it between her thighs as he slid a hand up her gown, beneath her shift.
     
    Cerise’s heart halted as his fingers smoothed up her thigh.  He watched her under heavy brows, stopping his exploration at her garter, slipping his finger beneath it, around it.  He dragged it slowly, sensually down her leg until he’d freed it from her.  He moved back, keeping one leg trapped beneath him, prisoner to the feel of his heat and hardness.
     
    He grasped her ankle and lifted it to his mouth.  He kissed the fine bones, his lips hot, soft.  She didn’t ask what he planned—her toes curled with the knowledge, shy and eager all at once.  He nibbled the arch of her foot as he massaged her calf and instep with strong fingers.  Closing her eyes, Cerise moaned, pleasure spreading up her leg in a warm rush.  Already her trapped foot felt neglected.  She thought she could accustom herself to his brand of punishment.
     
    His teeth grazed her toes, tugging them, lips pulling in sucking kisses.  Tingles shot through her.  She wanted to beg for more.  His mouth pulled away suddenly, and something wrapped tight around her ankle.  Cerise’s eyes popped open to see him secure her leg to the bed post with her garter stretched taut.
     
    She felt immediately betrayed.  She began bucking again, clenching and unclenching her hands with the desire dig into his flesh.  “You bastard!”
     
    He said nothing as he removed her second garter and locked her kicking leg into place.  He sat up on his knees, between her spread legs, studying her a long moment as she shot daggers at him.  As if coming to a decision, he