Blood and Bondage by Annalynne Russo Page A

club for bloodsuckers
didn’t exist.
    Soon an image of Eva popped up on the computer
monitor. She sat in a simple wooden chair with Andreas behind her, straddling
her rear. Their hands rested comfortably next to the keyboard, fingers
entwined.
    “Hey boss. How’s the investigation going?” Eva
asked, her cheek nuzzled in the crook of her husband’s neck. The two of them
seemed happy, like the picture perfect newlywed couple.
    “Not so great,” Oliver said, scrubbing his hand
over his face. “We’re pretty much at a dead end in terms of leads. I was hoping
you two would be able to help.”
    “Sure, anything you need.” Andreas turned his
genuinely handsome smile toward the screen. “Anaïs is family and I appreciate
you looking out for her. This
Pierre
guy sounds like some piece of work.”
    “He is.” Oliver tapped his fingertips against
his jaw, something he’d been prone to do in times of nervousness or deep contemplation.
“He’s left a trail of bloody, dismembered bodies in his wake. Anaïs seems to
think he might be into something a bit kinkier than most. Have either of you
heard inklings of an underground vampire BDSM club?”
    Oliver smirked as he observed the knowing glance
shared between husband and wife. “Go ahead. Tell him.” Eva groaned as she
wriggled in Andreas’s arms, then pivoted her head and planted a loving kiss to
the corner of his lip.
    Andreas cleared his throat, shifting in the
chair behind his mate. “I know of such a place. The club is called Blood &
Bondage and it’s rumored to be located somewhere on
Prince Street
in suburban
SoHo
.”
    Oliver tilted his head sideways and stared at
the computer monitor, completely perplexed. He couldn’t imagine that Eva would
be caught dead in a joint like that. But hell, he supposed being married to a
vampire forced her to live life on the edge.  
    “What?” Eva said, furrowing her brow in
question. “I’ve, no we’ve never been there, right honey?”
    “No way, dude. I’m not into that sort of thing.
But one of my bartenders, Bobby DuBois, has been known to frequent the
establishment with a couple of his girlfriends.”
    “Girlfriends?” Oliver wasn’t sure if he’d heard
Andreas right.
    “Yes, girlfriends.” The vampire confirmed
Oliver’s suspicions with a nod of his head. “
Savannah
and Sienna are twins. The three of
them have got an unusual arrangement. They could probably get you in, if you
want?”
    “That’d be great.
Have him give me a call. The sooner, the better.”
    “Will do,” Andreas
said with a salute. “I’ll talk to you soon.” Then, the screen went blank.
    Anaïs at a BDSM club?
Now that’s something I want to see.
     
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    Pushing the Boundaries
     
    Anaïs tumbled into the shower the minute the sun
had set. She hated to wash away Oliver’s delicious masculine scent lingering on
her skin. Still, the hot spray of water felt good on her stiff, overworked limbs.
She hadn’t slept well at all. Throughout the day, she’d lounged in bed, falling
in and out of sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, thoughts of her and
Oliver’s lovemaking flashed through her mind. But those luscious memories
weren’t what kept her awake. On the contrary, it was the glint of a knife and
the image of an unknown woman’s disfigured face that refused to let her get any
rest.
    Anaïs closed her eyes and laid her forehead
against the cool stone tiles of the shower stall. She couldn’t take much more
of
Pierre
’s
games. She might as well pack up and go home before anyone else got hurt. Unfortunately,
the BPA was now involved and they wouldn’t let her simply walk away.
    From behind her, Anaïs heard the pane of the glass
door slide open. She didn’t have to glance in that direction in order to
discern who it was. Oliver’s distinct musky aroma combined with the steam of
the shower proved to be a heady, intoxicating blend. At that moment, sex would
have been good. A welcome distraction, at the