Blinding Salvation by Livia Bourne

Author:Livia Bourne [Bourne, Livia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781947559233
Publisher: Black Collar Press
Published: 2020-03-17T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Armand felt the first tug of reality as he recognized the song playing in the background was David Bowie’s Young Americans. It made no sense. He never played that music, although he vaguely remembered purchasing the CD just before…

Memories slammed into him like a fast moving train, hitting him hard. Memories of a dark-haired beauty named Lily felt like a dream, except vampires didn’t dream. Not in the traditional sense, anyway. Yet that’s what Lily felt like to him.

A mirage.

But a nurse? He welcomed flashes of her putting cool compresses on his forehead as he’d succumbed to the fever brought on by the cocktail of drugs. He’d take hallucinations like that any day.

“It’s about time you woke up. I seriously need your help.”

Her voice didn’t sound like a dream.

With effort, Armand opened his eyes, then slammed them closed again.

“Too bright…” he croaked.

“Ah yes, Mr. Dark and Dangerous likes his candles.”

Mr. Dark and Dangerous?

One minute later, she injected, “Okay, the coast is clear.”

“Clear for what?” His voice cracked as he choked out the words.

“I lit the candles and turned off the lamps.”

True to her word, when he opened his eyes to slits, the room was dimly lit by candles. He heard the fireplace crackling across the room.

Delusion and reality battled. Armand finally managed to ask, “How long?”

The young woman standing next to the bed looked down where he lay. She was even more beautiful than in his dreams, standing there in his own dress shirt turned mini-dress, yet it was hard to read her expression.

“Three. Very. Long. Days. Three extremely enlightening days.”

Panic sprang up at the thought of being at her mercy for three full days, completely incapacitated. Still too weak to move, Armand started taking inventory of how he felt physically and had to admit he felt better than he deserved.

Memories were coming faster now—of feeding his hunger just before he fell unconscious from the cocktail of drugs in her contaminated blood. Despite the poison, her blood had been a rare treat—the kind of perfection that had made it impossible to take just a sip, especially when he was so hungry. He’d drunk deep, too fast, and paid the price.

When the memories of how he’d snapped—losing control and forcing his will into her brain just before plowing his own hard cock into her perfect pussy—only then did the guilt start to seep in.

Guilt was a foreign emotion. He ruthlessly pushed the vulnerability aside.

Then it hit him. How was she still there? The moat of light was his prison, not hers. She could have walked out any time she’d wanted while he was incapacitated. It was the main reason he’d always kept the blood sources tied to the devil’s chair. He couldn’t risk drinking too much contaminated blood too fast and losing control. Especially if his only feeding source wasn’t secured.

“Did you hear me?” she snapped, clearly annoyed with him.

“No. Head hurts,” he stammered.

“Good. You deserve it.”

His brain was only working at half speed. “I do?”

“Hell yes. You should have been up front with me the second I got here.

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