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.
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Daphne’s friends were cunning
little wenches. This wasn’t the first time she’d been kidnapped by them. It
was, however, the first time they’d decided to blindfold her. Though
well-meaning, they always seemed to drag her to places she would never think to
go.
The blindfold—a silky, black
scarf—had been tied too tightly; it tugged at Daphne’s face, making her not
only blind, but annoyed too.
Sounds of their laughter, the
constant rumble of the car engine, and the whipping wind told Daphne that she
was being whisked off somewhere far from home.
“C’mon, guys,” she groaned. “This
is ridiculous. Cut the crap and take me back home.”
Her plea met with cackling
laughter. Daphne reached up, attempting to tug away the blindfold when a hand
caught her wrist.
“I don’t think so, Daph!” Jamie,
her best friend, teased.
“This is stupid. I just want to go
back home. I’ve got things to do.”
“Like what?” Jamie snapped. “Got
some huge knitting project to finish? No. Not this time. I’m sick of seeing you
mope around. You don’t do anything anymore. You don’t live. Since Ken left, you’ve
been a mess. That changes tonight.”
Another feminine voice cheered from
the back seat of the car. Daphne recognized the voice—her old roommate, Kerri.
Though the blindfold prevented
Daphne from seeing Kerri, she still turned around to face the back seat. “It
takes time to heal. Kerri, back me up on this.”
“Sorry, hun,” Kerri laughed. “But
this is for your own good.”
“Yeah, it takes time,” Jamie said.
“But honey, it’s been six months. You’ve lost it. You need to get back in the
saddle … and quick, before you get old and rusty.”
Kerri shouted, “Woot!”
“I’m just not ready to face the
world, or another man, right now.” Daphne sighed and leaned back in her seat,
grumbling under her breath. Her friends meant well, but she wasn’t ready to get
back out there again.
Ken had hurt her deeply. True, it
had been six months, but that wasn’t long enough to dull the memory of Ken’s
naked ass. She cringed, remembering the way his cheeks had flexed as he thrust
himself into that blonde bimbo, lying like a whore in her bed.
Ken hadn’t even had the decency to
look ashamed when she caught him in the act. The angry scowl on his face made
him appear more annoyed with her interruption than anything else.
The memory alone made her heart
ache. She trembled and crossed her arms over her chest to help hold back the
pain. Time was supposed to heal all wounds, but in six months, she hadn’t
gotten over it. In that one moment, seeing him in the throes of passion with
another woman, he‘d taken everything away: her heart, her dreams, and her
self-confidence.
Ken had been her first. The only
man she’d ever given herself to; the only man to ever see her naked body. She
couldn’t imagine sharing something as intimate as that with another man.
She sulked to herself as the car
continued to speed down what felt like an endless stretch of highway.
Secretly, she blamed herself for
his cheating. Daphne knew if she’d been good enough in bed, or maybe let him do
the kinky things he wanted, he might have stayed with her. Ken had constantly
complained that she wasn’t experimental enough. She knew she never satisfied
him. Daphne wanted to do more, but the fear of doing something wrong, of
embarrassing herself, of not satisfying her man, prevented her from trying. She
couldn’t act like the women in Ken’s porn movies. Just the thought of it sent
heat rushing to her face, turning it the color of Bing cherries. She had never
been raised to be … kinky.
Jamie and Kerri giggled and sang
loudly to sappy love songs playing on the radio.
An hour passed, maybe more; time
was a blur while she was trapped. Daphne soon reached the limits of her
patience. She’d endured enough bad karaoke and teasing clues about where they
were taking her. It became pretty obvious they wanted her to get out and have a
night of fun. What wasn’t obvious was the reason for the blindfold.
The car turned sharply, throwing
Daphne sideways in her seat. The ride became rough, as if the car had left the
smooth highway for a rocky, dirt road.
“What the hell is going on? Where
are we?” she yelped, almost bouncing out of her seat as they hit an unexpected
dip.
The blindfold came off and Daphne
let out a shocked gasp. Through the graying darkness of twilight, she saw the
bright, unmistakable neon sign. Large, red letters spelled out, House of Immortal Pleasures.
Her eyes grew wide with realization
as they approached. “Oh, hell no,” she shouted. A brothel. A vampire brothel. They brought me here? “Turn this car
around right now. I’m not going in there.”
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