#Free #FridayReads - House of Immortal Pleasures (Part 2)
House of Immortal PleasuresCopyright © 2010 by Katie SalidasThis book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantialsexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.
“Nope. Sorry, Daph. No can do,” Jamie said. A wide, ear-to-ear grin spread across her face. “You’re not leaving here until you’ve had some fun.”
Bitch! The thought flowed easily from Daphne’s mind, but she couldn’t summon the voice to say it. Shock choked back the words in her throat. Her friends were cunning little vixens. They took her out to the middle of nowhere, where she couldn’t run, to satisfy their deviant plans.
The car rolled to a stop under a large, ornate porte cochere. Thick, marble columns framed a large set of stairs leading to a double-door entrance. A well-dressed man stood at the curb, ready for the group’s arrival. He looked into the passenger window with piercing, electric blue eyes, and then reached out with a muscular arm to open the car door.
“Welcome to the House of Immortal Pleasures, ladies,” he said in an enchanting, Old-World accent. “My name is Michael.” He smiled wide enough to show off his sharp fangs.
Daphne knew of this place. Jamie had mentioned it to her many times. The House of Immortal Pleasures had been around for ten years, reigning as the most famous sex house in Nye County, Nevada. And, from what she had heard, probably the whole country because of one simple fact: it employed real vampires.
Vampires were all the rage when they first showed themselves to the world, but that was a long time ago. To Daphne, they were just as normal as anyone else. But normal or not, to the rest of the world, they never lost their sex appeal. Men and women both lined up at the doors of this prestigious house to have their necks bitten and their fantasies fulfilled.
Daphne sat frozen in the car. She trembled with anticipation, and let out a small squeak of anxiety, unable to summon her voice to make a protest.
Michael offered his hand to escort Daphne. He smiled, showing only a hint of fangs, while his mesmerizing eyes beckoned her to follow.
Enthralled by the vampire’s gaze, Daphne barely heard the excited cheers and squeals coming from her friends sitting scant inches away from her. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. She looked up nervously at the athletic, hard-bodied man, who appeared every bit like the men on the cover of romance novels: long, wavy, blond hair, tied neatly at his neck, chiseled jaw, wide chest, and thick corded arms. Slowly, she reached out, taking the offered hand, and extended a shaky leg out of the car.
What the hell am I doing? I have to get out of here. I have to demand they take me home.
“I do hope you will enjoy your stay here tonight,” Michael said, bringing Daphne’s hand to his lips. He placed a feather-soft kiss on her knuckle. “A beautiful woman such as you deserves the kind of pleasure only we can provide.”
Daphne shivered as the predatory gaze of his eyes roamed the length of her body. Nothing could have prepared her for this. She swooned, nearly collapsing on the spot.
Michael caught her in his arms and held her up.
Her heart pounded fast, beating like a drum roll. Suddenly lightheaded and weak, she leaned into Michael’s strong body for support.
Michael waved towards the door and three more men, all like renditions of Greek gods, came to greet the ladies.
“Careful with this little one, she’s a bit excited.” He handed Daphne over to a dark-haired demigod of a man.
“Is this your first visit, ladies?” the dark-haired man asked.
“Yeah,” Jamie responded eagerly. She weaved an arm around the thick muscles of her escort, snuggling close to his hard body. “But we’re only chaperones. Little Miss Light Headed over here needs the attention tonight.”
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