Crimson Debt: Book 1 in the Born to Darkness series Read Free

gets
through to you, does it? At the very least you’re going to be
paying a hefty fine but you just keep on talking trash. How many
ways can I say this? I’m not interested. ”
    Corbin smiled, showing fang again. “I will
believe what you are saying when your body agrees with your words.
In the meantime, consider my offer open—for both the sex and the
scars. Good evening, Addison.”
    He glided away, leaving me fuming. “The name
is Officer Godwin to you,” I said under my breath, knowing he could
still hear me even across the crowded room and the thumping bass
beat of the music from the dance floor. Sure enough, he smiled at
me and sketched a little salute. Damn him. I hoped the judge
sentenced him to double the usual fine—triple. Unfortunately that
wouldn’t teach him a lesson—Corbin was loaded, even with the hefty
insurance premiums he was paying to run a glam-sex club. Whatever
fine he wound up with would be a drop in the bucket compared to the
take at Under the Fang for even a single night.
    Still seething, I turned on my heel and
headed for the glowing red exit sign at the back of the club.
Unfortunately, to get to it I had to pass the glam booths, which
all had glass walls, both for full disclosure as the law demanded
and for the flocks of voyeurs that liked to watch someone else get
glammed.
    On either side of me I caught glimpses of
glam-sex for blood transactions in various stages. Typically the
vamp took blood first—payment up front so to speak—before doing the
glam session. Of course, before any of that could take place, the
human party had to sign a ridiculously long waiver releasing the
vampire who was glamming him, as well as the club and its ownership
from any liability. You’d think that all the legal mumbo-jumbo you
had to go through to have mind-sex with a vamp would take some of
the fun out of it but apparently not. Despite the late hour, I knew
people were still lined up around the block to get in and most of
them had already signed the waiver while they waited.
    “Look into my eyes,” I heard a sultry voice
murmur as a female vamp leaned across a small table and took a
middle aged, balding businessman by the hands. “We are naked
together, just the two of us lying in the middle of a king-sized
bed.”
    “Yes,” he breathed, his pupils dilated
hugely. “Yes, with black satin sheets. And I’m tied to the
bed.”
    “If you wish.” The vamp looked bored. No
doubt she heard this same scenario over and over again. “So I
understand you have been a very naughty boy and you need to be
punished.”
    “Yes!” The bald businessman was sweating now.
He leaned forward, clutching her hands eagerly. “Yes, I’m bad. And
you have to spank me.”
    “All right. I’m getting my paddle. It’s black
leather and it’s full of holes to cut the wind resistance. You’re
really going to feel this on your backside, you naughty little
boy.”
    Though I had never experienced glam-sex
myself, I knew that the man was actually seeing what the vamp was
describing. It was kind of like phone sex but with very vivid
realistic images to go along with it. A perverted mind-movie so
convincing that glam-addicts often couldn’t remember what they had
and hadn’t actually done.
    The businessman already had one hand down his
pants, wanking himself shamelessly—pathetic. Also unnecessary in
some cases. I’d heard that some of the older vamps could actually
make you come without a single physical touch—yours, of course, not
theirs. Alec Corbin could probably just look at you the
right way and give you multiple orgasms. I shut that thought down
quickly—he was more than a four-star vamp, he was a four-star
asshole and there was no way I was attracted to him and his blatant
come-ons.
    “The master says I am to give you this.”
    The smooth, cool voice beside me made me
jump. I realized I’d been standing there, watching the sweaty
businessman and the bored female vampire have glam-sex as avidly as
any of