"What the hell kind of joke is this?" Billy muttered. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the gloom, he tensed with the wariness of a wild animal. "If you're trying to scare me, you can forget it. I don't believe in vampires."
Miss Pink giggled demurely. "Nice try, Mr. Tripplehorn. But your nipples are as hard as mine, and your denial sounds as false as the sense of security you're trying to create with it."
At that, she tweaked the slender straps of her negligee, until they drifted down her upper arms to reveal the two pert mounds that were indeed peaked with her desire.
"Isn't it fascinating, how the pulse races with danger-much like it runs rampant with desire? Come here and kiss me, Billy. You know you want to."
He turned on his heel to leave. "This is ridic-what have you gotten me into, Andrea?"
"Oh, don't be too hard on her," the hoyden behind him crooned. "Andrea knows more about the three of us than she cares to admit, and we've sworn her to secrecy. But it is her first time in this room-and she's in love-so she can't be held entirely responsible for your situation. Be gentle."
Like an animal trapped in a cage, Billy pivoted again. "You must be crazy, thinking I'd lay with women who sleep in caskets, in a crypt beneath the house! Why, this-"
"Ah, but you've already succumbed to us!" Pink reminded him with a shimmy that sent her gown slithering down her pale body. "Don't tell me you've already forgotten how Perfidia tied you to the chair and I straddled your lap. A lady hates to feel so…forgettable, Mr. Tripplehorn. We must work on your attitude while you're here."
"Don't count on it, bitch! I'm on my way out of-"
But Pink prevailed by slamming the door shut, using her power in a way that forced Billy to reassess. In his anger-and probably to reassure himself he wasn't alone with a bloodsucker in a closed tomb-he grabbed me by the arms. His eyes shone like polished stones as they searched mine in the darkness.
"Is this why you brought me here?" he demanded in a terse whisper. "To be the plaything of three demented women who act like vampires?"
"It's not an act, Billy," I breathed, cringing when his fingers bit into my flesh. "I couldn't let Judge Legg hang you for killing Lucy-"
"So you set me up with these three? Allowing Alex Moore to hide me here, when you were really preparing me as their next meal?" Billy looked ready to throw me to the floor, but the tremor in his voice belied a deep-seated fear for his life. "What kind of love is that?"
"The kind of love that comes of obeying powers greater than her own," Pink replied from behind him. "Leave her be, Tripplehorn. It's my turn with you now, and I don't intend to give you a moment with another woman! Not until I've bent you to my bidding and you're begging to climax. Again and again, as I will you to."
This got Billy's attention! His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. "But it's not dark yet. If you were truly a vampire, you'd have to remain in your casket-"
"Do you think I'd follow those silly rules?" Pink challenged. She flashed him a saucy smile then, becoming the redheaded coquette he'd met when he first came here. "They only apply upstairs, in the mortal world, you know. Down here, we do what we damn please whenever we feel like it! And I feel like a good fucking, Billy! Off with your clothes!"
Ordinarily, Tripplehorn wouldn't have to be asked twice. Yet as comprehension of his situation dawned, my handsome young stud realized he was in for worse consequences than if Lucy had snared him. With Pink standing before him, stretching her arms languidly above her head to better display her ripe little breasts and lissome body…a triangle of auburn curls that parted in invitation as she dipped a finger inside herself…he couldn't help but respond. That prodigious cock jutted out against the knit of his underwear until finally, despite his rational reservations, he had to yank down the cream-colored garment to free himself. His rapid breathing filled the chamber and his skin took on a sheen of heat.
"A fine start," cooed Pink, looking him over. But she smiled a little too haughtily, exposing her petite fangs when they caught the candlelight. "Now show me your best kissing, Billy-your best moves. And I'll show you mine."
Billy shook his head to clear it, wisely backing away. "I don't think-"
"That's right! It's too late for thinking!" the winsome bitch taunted. "You chose to come downstairs-and then chose to enter this temple of doom-so you might as well kiss rational thought goodbye when your lips meet mine! However-"
Pink paused, her slender arms extended in a graceful gesture that foreshadowed her next offer; the next choice that would either bring Billy a reprieve or eternal damnation.
"-I'll give you one more option, just because I love a willing victim," she continued in a lower, more mesmerizing tone. "I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you, Billy. But so did Andrea."
Her gaze flickered to me as I stood near the door, following this life-and-death drama from the shadows.
"She loves you, Tripplehorn. And because she's never given her heart-much less her body-to another man, she deserves you far more than I do. But you must do exactly as I demand if you don't want to disappoint her, possibly for the rest of her life."
"Wh-what's that? What're you talking about?" The man who had so easily mastered Lucy, and then made me complete, stood staring as though he'd never seen a naked woman.
The temptress had caught him in conversational circle from which there was no escape; a downward spiral toward the depravity that defined the Sisters of Samaria. Once they set their mental hooks and began reeling in their prey, it became a game to them-entertainment that helped pass the endless decades. It was an advanced version of playing with their food, and right now it disgusted me.
"Cut the crap, Miss Pink," I muttered, hoping to distract Billy-to allow him a few rational thoughts before he got forever lost. "This has nothing to do with me, and you know it! Pandora has Cerise, and Perfidia has her twin house boys, so now you're after your own slave!"
Pink's expression was priceless: the dismay of a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar, yet denying her crime to the end! "How can you say that, Andrea?" she pouted. "As we told Mr. Tripplehorn from the start, it's our mission to save bad boys! And we're saving him for you! Why are you so ungrateful for letting us make him the perfect lover first?"
"Billy!" the vampire then commanded, "come! Take me in your arms, and I'll make you the man you were intended to be!"
There was no resisting Pink when she set her mind to something, so I had no right to hate Billy for stepping toward her with his cock in the lead. Still, it hurt to see the eagerness in his shining eyes, and to hear his moan of anticipation when their bare bodies met.
She had seen my challenge for the distraction it was, and was making damn sure it didn't happen again! Claiming his full, chiseled lips in a kiss that rendered the chamber around me breathless, Miss Pink began to have her way with him. I could only watch them, helpless now, and hope her lessons were indeed for my benefit.
The moment Billy slipped his arm around her naked waist, she pinned him against the wall ten feet away-a quicker-than-thought lunge that landed him so high he wasn't touching the floor. His grunt of surprise had me smiling: when had the rascal of Redemption ever found himself on such unsure footing?
Pink, however, levered her bent arms against the wall on either side of his head before he could fight her. "Suckle me," she said in a throaty command. "Lick my nipple…yes, like that. Now open your mouth as though to swallow me whole."