Deadly Captive by Bianca Sommerland Page B

going to do to me?"
    Cyrus gave her a gentle smile. "Nothing horrible. It's rather hard to explain.
    You'll find you quite like it once the surprise passes."
    I opened my mouth, wanting to warn her. Bruno put his hand on my arm and squeezed, bending down and speaking low so only I could hear. "One word, Lydia. One word and you will all suffer much more than Cyrus plans. You wanted to spare her pain? Keep your mouth shut."
    My eyes watered at the pain in my arm, but I nodded. I didn't trust that we all wouldn't suffer in any case, but, if my silence would hold it off a little, then I wasn't about to break it.
    I saw Chrissie whispering to Joe as well and assumed it was the same warning.
    By the hardening of his jaw, he had come to the same conclusion.
    We both watched as Mary drained one glass after another. Once the third was finished, Cyrus took her glass from her and calmly brought it to the table. When he returned to her side, he put his arm around her, moving her hair from her neck. Power hung thick in the air as he met her eyes.
    "Tilt your head, Mary."
    Without question, she tilted her head, baring her neck to him. Cyrus pulled her closer, then pressed his lips to her throat.
    "This will only hurt for a second." He breathed against her.
    It was fascinating to watch, so much so I couldn't tear my eyes away. Cyrus was still handsome when he bared his fangs and eased them into her flesh. I had been expecting a warped monster, having paid little attention to his face or Chrissie's the last time they'd come for feeding. The monstrous features of Hollywood depictions were absent. The only things that marked these creatures as other than human were the teeth and the power.
    When Cyrus opened his eyes, he fixed them on me even as he sucked. His perfect blue eyes were glowing with light, a light that shone against Mary's skin, illuminating her obvious pleasure. Obvious, but I didn't get it. I hadn't felt any pleasure when Cyrus had ripped into my flesh.
    I wasn't given much time to think on it. Bruno leaned over me, and I felt his breath, stirring the hair on my neck before he bit down. I closed my eyes as he fed. It was pleasant. Very pleasant. I shifted in my chair as my body reacted as though he was sucking somewhere else entirely.
    Bruno withdrew and put his hand on my knee. "Tell me you want me, Lydia."
    I closed my eyes and shook my head. "No."
    His hand moved up, stroking my inner thigh. I couldn't stop him when he dipped his hand under my skirt. His thumb touched my clit, and he circled it, breathing hard against my cheek. "He just fucked her, Lydia. Would it be so wrong for you to find your own pleasure?" He slipped his fingers into the wet folds of the body that betrayed me. "Cyrus doesn't want you raped, not now. He doesn't want to scare the little girl."
    My body clenched around the two fingers he inserted, and I leaned back against him.
    "Say 'yes', and he never needs to know. I promise, you won't regret it."
    He kissed my throat, and I whimpered. For some ridiculous reason, I wanted him to bite me again. It felt so nice. "Please."
    "Please what, Lydia? If you want me to bite you again, I will. Just let me have you. I want to bury my rock hard dick in this tight—" He pushed his fingers in deeper.

    "Wet—" He pulled them out, then shoved them back in. I shifted my hips to make it a little easier for him. "Pussy."
    "Please." That was all I could say.
    Bruno moved his hand and pulled me to my feet. He sucked his fingers and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me. Turning me, still against him, he kissed down my throat and slid his hand over my ass. I curved back against him shamelessly as he dipped his fingers back inside me.
    One arm against my chest, he held me up, buried his face in my hair, and used his other hand to undo his pants. Moving my hair with his chin, he bit down as he spread my thighs, then thrust deep into me. I cried out, the pleasure overwhelming, making me forget the others in the room. I could