Samara’s POVRays from the morning light begin to appear in the horizon, lighting up the darkness and revealing the hidden secrets all around us. I haven’t been awake to watch a sunrise in a very long time. The bright colors from the sun coming over the horizon brightens my mood slightly, until the horror sets in. My eyes instantly flash to my left to where Mr. Jones is driving without any signs of discomfort. He must have sensed the rising anxiety in me because he suddenly turns in my direction with his brow raised in question. “Won’t you burn in the sunlight?” I blurt out as worry for him floods me. I might not be happy that he has hidden what he really is from me all of this time, and I might still be suspicious of his connection to the people who kidnapped me, but he is still the only vampire that I know and I don’t want him to burst into flames. He bursts into laughter beside me, his eyes moving back to the road as he continues to laugh out loud. A scowl takes over the worried
Samara’s POVThe spell that Cassius has placed on me with just his touch shatters as his words wash over me. ‘No one shall touch my slave. Not even you Brutus.’ How dare this man call me his slave! And to say that no one is allowed to touch me, including the only person that I know and feel comfortable with here. Okay…maybe that isn’t totally true. I can’t deny that I feel safe and protected whenever Cassius is around, but that is besides the point! The point is that I am a person, not a possession and unless he intends to claim me as his woman then he has no right to dictate who can and cannot touch me. And yes…I am going to ignore the way that my heart rate increases at the idea of Cassius claiming me as his. There is enough changing in my life right now and I don’t think it is a good idea to dwell on the instant attraction that I feel for the old vampire. Lifting my chin in the air, I square my shoulders and set my sights on Cassius. “I am not your property!” I tell him, moving
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
Samara’s POVThe instant that my lips touched his it was like fireworks exploded in my mind. I might not have much experience when it comes to being with the opposite sex, but I am fairly certain that most women don’t experience such mind numbing pleasure just from kissing someone they like. It doesn’t take long for Cassius to take control of the kiss, his hands move up to grab hold of my face as he tilts my head up to give him better access. A moan escapes around our joined lips, creating the opening my dark vampire prince needed to gain access to the dark recesses of my mouth. I tried really hard to keep up with the movements of his tongue as we both dueled for control, but I happily handed it over to him and just allowed myself to enjoy the ride. The feel of his lips against mine is like nothing I have ever felt before and I can’t get enough of him. My hands move up to grab hold of his shoulders for purchase and he takes this opportunity to pull me in closer to his delectable ch
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
Samara’s POVThe nightmares soon follow me into the darkness. A time that I thought was long forgotten has returned to taunt me with its menacing presence. Before I can stop myself from falling, I find myself moving through the motions of things in my past that I would rather forget. The darkness dissipates to reveal the locked room of my uncle’s basement. The sound of his maniacle laughter resonates around me, causing me to curl up in the corner in an attempt to hide from the evil man. But hiding never works. No matter what I do, he always finds me and punishes me more for hiding from him. “There you are, little girl.” A whimper escapes me before I can keep it locked away inside, fueling his rage and excitement further. His hand reaches down and grabs hold of huge chunks of my hair, pulling strands out from the roots and earning another cry from my lips. The smell of alcohol is prevalent on his breath when his lips reach close to my ear. The feel of his hot breath mixed with the d
**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
Cassius’ POVDespite Brutus’ warnings, I find myself taking a detour through the castle, ending up outside of Samara’s door. I hesitate with my hand on the door handle when the sound of a woman whimpering reaches my sensitive ears. I slam open the heavy wooden door and dash to Samara’s side. Her body is thrashing against the soaked bedsheet, a look of terror contorting her beautiful, soft features. I call out to her in an attempt to wake her from whatever nightmare is assaulting her. “What is wrong with her?” I glance up to find Brutus standing just inside of her open door, his worried gaze locked onto the thrashing Samara. Possessiveness roars through me when I catch his eyes lingering on her exposed thigh for a little too long and I let out a warning hiss. Brutus lifts his eyes to study my face, showing displeasure with whatever he must have found on my face. Deciding to let the matter lie, he turns on his heels and walks back out of the door, making sure to close it up behind hi