Chapter 125

Ciara felt a nervous lick in the pit of her stomach as she watched Jon. He suddenly seemed on edge and when he walked out with the rest of the men close on his heels she felt real concern.

“What’s going on?” Ciara leaned towards Ksenia.

“I’m not sure but don’t you worry about it. Whatever it is, the men will sort out.” Her smile didn’t reach her lips and Ciara squirmed in her seat.

Ciara was about to take another sip of wine when a shadow fell over her.

“Good evening, would you like to dance?” A handsome stranger, with raven’s wing hair and ink black eyes stood next to her, a handsome smile splayed across his lips.

Not sure if she should do it, she felt a sudden tug at her unconscious and her hand lifted, touching the stranger’s outstretched fingers.

“Tell Jon where I am ok?”

“Ciara, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“I’ll be right back.” Why was she feeling warm all of a sudden?

He led her onto the dance floor, taking her firmly into his arms.

“Are you from here?” His voice was silky in her ear.

“No, I’m touring with a band. We are heading out in a few days time and you?”



“I’m from here.” The foreign accent of the man was quite sensual.

“Tell me what name goes with such a beautiful face.”

“Ciara.”

“Aaaaah Ciara...like nectar on the tongue.” Did he just pull her closer?

The dark stranger’s head dipped closer to her neck, sniffing appreciatively.

“HHmmm you have a heady sent.”

“Why thank you.” Why couldn’t she just turn and leave? This man was coming on so strongly, he might just get the wrong idea if she stayed!

His hands stroked her naked back sensually, and for the life of her she couldn’t find the strength to push him away. Her body was aflame, her thighs quivering.

“Mind if I step in?” Jon’s icy voice jerked her out of her trance.

“Of course.” The man nodded his head, handing her over to Jon’s steely touch. The men’s eyes met in a heated clash.

“I don’t like that man, he scares me. I shouldn’t have danced with him.” She buried her face in his shoulder.

“It’s alright baby. I just don’t trust any man touching you. Call it jealousy..”

She trembled in his arms, she felt warm to the touch and her heart was thudding wildly in his ears.

The darkness inside him threatened to douse all the light she had brought into his life since he had met her. A violent surge sparked thought him like electricity and he gritted his teeth, fighting for self-control he knew was hanging on a thread.

As they reached the table, Ciara could cut the tension with a knife. Richie watched her with wary eyes, Ksenia insisting they should go.

“Don’t be silly. Why don’t we order and enjoy our evening?”

They all agreed and soon the tension was easing from everyone, except Jon. He was constantly scanning the club with his dark, searching eyes and Ciara felt a shiver running down her spine.

His hand was on the back rest again but this time it was cupping her nape as if to hold her in her place. She turned towards him and felt her smile wavered.

His eyes had lost its brilliant blue and in its place, the inkiness she disliked so much. His mouth was a taut line and only when he realised she was looking at him did he smile at her.

“Are you ok?”

He leaned forward, his lips catching hers in a searing kiss.

“I’m perfect baby. Food okay?”

“Its wonderful but you haven’t touched yours.”

“In a little bit, I have all I want right here.” His fingers brushed her jaw line, sweeping along her throat.

The night was drawing to a close. Ciara tried as she might but she couldn’t rid herself of the niggly feeling that she was being watched.

She scraped her chair back.

“I need to go to the ladies quickly.”

“Then we can go home.” His eyes were smouldering, the heat between her thighs flared up.

Ciara wanted to ask Ksenia to join her but she was on the dance floor with Richie and besides she was just being silly anyway. What could go wrong with a quick trip to the bathroom?



Ciara pushed the door open, its squeak was deafening to her sensitive ears. She was alone in the bathroom. A few minutes later she was standing in front of the mirror, raking her hand through her hair, she opened her handbag, digging for her lipstick.

Staring into the mirror, she concentrated perfecting the new layer of red on her lips when the bathroom lights flickered on and off.

“Oh great!” She groaned pitifully.

“Ciara.”

Ciara froze.

“Who’s there?”

On....off...on....off.

A movement behind her choked a scream from her lips. Behind her was the dark haired man.

“You aren’t supposed to be in here.”

He smiled...

“Oh God! NO!” Ciara’s stomach dropped.

His arms clawed at her, yanking her into his chest.

“Ssshhhh...it alright. I wont hurt you. Just don’t scream again.”

His head dipped into her neck, licking slowly, his growl was thick in her ears. Fear paralyzed her on the spot and she gaped breathlessly, watching the dark head tasting her so intimately.

As if he felt her eyes on him he lifted his head. Ciara’s blood ran cold in her veins.

His handsome face was pure evil, his eyes shining like liquid amber. Her eyes dropped to the flashing smile on his lips, a fanged snarl flashed back in the mirror.

“You belong to a vampire his scent is all over you...”

A cruel hand snapped over her mouth, holding her captive against his tight chest.

“If you do as I say, you will live to see another sunrise. Do you understand me?”



She nodded.

His hands slipped from her waist. Knowing deep inside that she didn’t stand a chance, she nevertheless raced for the door.

She felt a hard bang and the world turned black.

Ciara fought for consciousness. She was in a back alley, a dim light in the distance confirmed that she wasn’t alone. She felt the harshness of the abrasive wall scrape into her naked back. The straps of her dress were hanging low on her arms, the dark head of the stranger was keeping the chillness of the night at bay as he lapped at the top of her breasts, his growls assaulting her ears, pouring lead into her stiff legs.

‘Please let me go. I beg you ...please.” His head snapped up, his eyes were cruel.

He pressed his nose against her neck, tracing a line down to her shoulder, he sniffed appreciatively. His hand skimmed her hip, cupping her buttocks he pushed her even closer into the cradle of his hips.

“Your smell is addictive.” His body slammed into her, his erection digging into her stomach. She whimpered pitifully, fear stampeded through her limbs.

“No! I don’t want this let me go.” She clawed at his face in hope that she would buy enough time to distract him enough to let her go. It only intensified his anger even more.

“You fucking bitch!” His fangs glistened in the moonlight just before he sliced into her breast. The last thing she heard was the rip of her dress...

Her screamed filled the night air.