Vampire Dreams Revamped (A Sons of Navarus Prequel) Read Free Page B

shoulders, he hesitated a moment and then spun her
around.
    His voice deep, he commanded, “Place your
hands on the table and bend over.”
    Fear raced through her as she questioned
whether she’d chosen a fate as horrific as the one she’d fled from.
But she did as she’d been told and waited in terror for what was to
come.
    The noise of her stalker entering the
building caused her to turn her head, but the voice behind her
sternly warned, “Face forward.”
    She felt hands lift her cloak and dress,
allowing the cool night air to hit the bare skin of her thighs. The
feeling at once thrilled and shocked her, and she instinctively
stood up to cover herself.
    The man behind her forcibly pushed her back
down toward the table and leaned over her. Whispering low in her
ear, he said in a kind voice, “Trust me,” as he pushed his body
firmly against her backside.
    “Hey you! Where’s the girl who came in
here?”
    With his hands on her hips, the man who gave
her no choice but to trust him pushed his hips toward hers and
thrust toward her still clothed body to simulate sex. In her ear,
he let out a throaty groan unlike anything she'd ever heard
before.
    “Hey! I asked you about the girl who came in
here!”
    Never looking back, Arden squeezed her eyes
closed, shutting out the moonlight that streamed in through the
window above, and waited for the attack she dreaded. Instead, she
heard the man whose body continued to meet hers bark, “Go away!
This whore’s mine!”
    Indignant at the use of the word whore to
describe her, she started to push herself up but his hand held her
by the neck and forced her to remain still on the table. A sound
like a hiss came from her protector and the other man hurriedly ran
out of the building.
    A hardness brushed past her thighs and she
realized while she’d escaped death, she now faced being raped by
this stranger who had asked her to trust him. Over and over, his
erection teased her. Fear turned to arousal as she felt his stiff
cock press toward her, and her body begin to want him. His hand on
her neck eased almost to a caress as he continued to hold her
down.
    Noises behind them told her the original
attacker had been chased off, and when the thrusts stopped, she
pushed back against him, forcing him off her. Spinning around, she
smoothed her dress and snapped, “You are no gentleman! Whore?”
    The man stood looking at her, a small grin
creeping onto his lips. In a voice far silkier than she’d heard
from him before, he said, “You didn’t need a gentleman.”
    Realizing he had no intention of apologizing
for calling her a whore, she stubbornly tried to push past him,
unsure where she would go, but he blocked her path solid as a
stone.
    “Let me go! I demand you step aside.”
    “I wouldn’t be that gentleman you expect if
I simply let you walk back out into a potentially dangerous
situation, Miss...”
    It was no use. He wasn't going to let her
past until she told him her name. After a few moments, she saw the
sense in his words and relented. “Miss Stephens,” and then added,
“Arden Stephens.”
    “Well, Miss Stephens, I feel responsible for
seeing you safely home, so if you’ll just give me the address,
we’ll be on our way.”
    Sighing deeply, she dropped her gaze to the
ground. Now he’d realize just what kind of person she was.
Homeless. He’d probably think she’d deserved being chased as a
thief or pickpocket.
    “Miss Stephens?”
    Arden looked up into the brown eyes that
seemed to search her face and felt the warmth of humiliation grow
in her cheeks. Her gaze drifted over the fine cut of his clothes
and his expensive coat, and she wrestled with how to explain that
although she had no home, she was no street trollop to be looked
down upon. She was just one of the unfortunate few whose father had
died before his daughter had been blessed by a husband and whose
mother had died of cholera in the last great outbreak.
    “I don’t have a home,” she said quietly