Wanted: A Blood Courtesans Novel by Michelle Fox, Kristen Strassel Read Free Book Online Page A

legs touched, coolness radiated through his pants and the flimsy fabric of my dress. “You are a ruthless vampire.”
    “I want you to learn from the best.” He leaned in for a kiss. His hands were as hungry as his lips, exploring, claiming every inch of me. I leaned back, wanting the weight of his body to anchor me to this place before I floated away and became the girl I used to be, the star of the news story with the painfully tacky name. It robbed me of the severity of what I’d done. Nash brought me back to reality.
    His fangs scraped against my swollen bottom lip, splitting it open. He licked the blood away, gently at first, but as the blood disappeared, he became more aggressive, sucking it from me. My head tingled, dizzy as I gave him what he paid for.
    Nash hovered over me with a satisfied smirk as I caught my breath. Guess he got his money’s worth.
    “Does this mean you’ll turn me? Only makes sense.” I batted my sticky eyelashes at him. Sabrina had glued on falsies. It was my best attempt at flirting and it felt so icky. “Think of it as an insurance policy. A return on your investment.”
    His expression soured. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, Corynne.”
    “Yes, I do!” I didn’t mean to yell. I rolled out from underneath him. Nash sat up, and I curled myself around a throw pillow. I wish I’d taken my sister up on her teddy bear offer. No, don’t think of her. I wouldn’t cry in front of my vampire while I tried to convince him I was a badass. “I have nothing to live for. The police are looking for me. If they find me, I’m as good as dead anyway.”
    Nash sighed. “I don’t have to turn you to keep you.”
    I sat up, surprised by the frustration on Nash’s face. I thought it was just me. Maybe he was having second thoughts. “I understand that forever is a long time. But twenty-five to life in jail would be worse. Imagine what would happen to me. You said it yourself. I did what I had to do. Isn’t this the same thing?”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Murder?”
    “No. Doing what you have to do.” The edges of my visions darkened. I knew that feeling, all too well. “It’s happening. This is the way I always feel before I black out. I can’t control what happens next.”
    I’d never told anyone the feeling was coming. Half the time I wouldn’t admit it to myself.
    Nash was on top of me before I realized what happened, moving my hair away from my face. Such a gentle move. The black faded. “Can you make it stop?”
    Interesting question, and not what I expected. I figured he’d want me to give him my worst, just so we’d know what we were dealing with. I nodded. “I make myself think of good things.”
    “How about I help you with that?” Nash pushed the strap of my dress off my shoulder. The silk clung to my breast. “We could get rid of this.”
    He ran his finger along the V, smearing the paint. The black faded to gray and then nothing as he trailed lower, brushing against my nipple when he revealed it. Cupping my breast in his hand, he drew in a deep breath before lowering his mouth to it. A sound caught in my throat when he ran his fangs over the swollen bud, half protest, half pleasure. I was terrified he’d rip me open there, and suck my blood from just above my thundering heart, but Nash was way more gentle than that. The soft scraping continued, rhythmic and maddening at the same time. I cried out in relief when his lips took over, kissing, sucking, and driving me crazy.
    Nash pulled me into his lap, barely breaking contact with my breast. My skirt bunched around my hips, and he gathered the material in his hands and pulled it up over my head. All that was left was a red lacy thong that barely covered anything, and the remains of that damned V. Both needed to go.
    He gave the same attention to my other breast. I writhed in his lap. So many emotions coursed through me as his tongue caressed my breasts, his fingers digging into the small of my back, my