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🖤 Valeria Hunts the Night - Part 2
The adventures of an ethical vampire
After a short ride, Valeria and the man were at her apartment door. She smelled his arousal and heard his heartbeat accelerating. This part of the hunt was always so exciting. The moment the predator realized it was actually the prey. A delightful shiver ran down her spine, and a tiny smile revealed her tingling feeling of pleasure. Turning the key, she invited him inside.
He entered and looked around the room as she pressed the door closed behind them. He turned to face her. “Do you live here alone?”
She smiled and nodded. “Yes, it’s just me. Roommates don’t tend to approve of my eccentricities.”
He grinned and looked her up and down. “I imagine they wouldn’t. I’ve had a similar problem. People like us live beyond the boundaries. We know what we want, and we’re not afraid to take it. Our strength and courage make others uncomfortable.”
Valeria raised her eyebrows and laughed. “Uh-huh. Courage. Are you a brave man? Do you feel bold tonight?”
His face flushed in response to her laughter. He closed the distance between them and pulled her against him. Groping her, he tried to kiss her mouth and fumbled with the buttons on her shirt. She pushed him away and shook her head—pursing her lips and frowning.
She wagged a finger in his face. “No, no. Bad boy! I didn’t give you permission.”
His face darkened and twisted. “Oh, it’s playtime, you fucking tease! I’ll take what I want.”
He reached for her again, but she grabbed his wrist with blinding speed. One quick twist and the bones cracked. A wet popping sound echoed across the empty room.
The man screamed and fell to the floor, clasping his injured arm against his swollen belly. He panted and kicked out with his legs to slide away from her.
Valeria smiled and slowly followed him, toying with her prey. “My, my… You sure do move fast. This is barely our first date! What was that you were saying about strength, Steven? Such a big, strong man trying to force himself on a sweet, innocent girl like me. Shame on you!”
He glared at her with beads of cold sweat trickling down his pale face. “You fucking bitch! You broke my arm!” Suddenly squinting, he asked, “How do you know my name?”
She clucked her tongue. “You poor baby. I’m sure the women you killed wish they’d only suffered broken arms. But you did so much more, didn’t you, Mr. Wilkins? I know all about you.”
His face fell. “I d-d-don’t know w-what you’re talking about.”
“Tsk tsk, Steven. A murderer and a liar? Oh my goodness…”
Steven clutched the broken arm against his chest and pressed up from the floor with his good hand. He awkwardly rose to his feet and started stumbling toward the door. “You’re a psychopath! I’m leaving now, and you’ll hear from my lawyer!”
Valeria seized him and tossed his body like a rag doll across the room. He landed with a thud, rolled, and slid on the floor before slamming into the far wall.
“You’re not going anywhere. Your raping and murdering days are over, Steven. No more girls will die. It ends tonight.”
Whimpering and wheezing, he rose to his knees and tried to climb to his feet again. She crossed the room in a flash and effortlessly lifted him into the air.
The man dangled—kicking and squirming—as Valeria casually held him at arm’s length. He spat out a curse. “What the fuck are you?! Some sort of vampire?”
She grimaced. “Ewww! Don’t call me that.”
She pulled him in for his final embrace. Steven’s muffled screams echoed in her hungry mouth. He tried to break free from her iron grasp, but it was impossible.
Within seconds, his legs slowly stopped twitching, and his arms flopped to his sides. Dropping the limp body to the floor, she closed her eyes and quivered with pleasure. Mmmm… So fucking good. Waves of sensual heat rippled across the luscious curves of her form.
Now, she just wanted one more thing to ice the cake of this evening. Where was he? He should have been here already…