Filthy Rich Vampire (Filthy Rich Vampires #1)

by Geneva Lee

I smelled her before I saw her. Crushed rose petals drifting over Marie Antoinette’s dinner party. The burned sugar and velvet of violets dabbed on a porcelain neck. The warmth of a fire blazing in a Venetian hearth. The sweet almond scent of a woman’s thighs wrapped around my neck. It was as if my life had been marked by her absence as much as this moment was marked by her presence.

“You’re all so good-looking,” she blurted out. “That’s what you noticed?” Humanity was doomed.

“You don’t seem to mind using the phantom’s box,” she pointed out as she swept past me. I followed, shutting the door softly to outsiders. “Perhaps I will sweep you into the bowels of this place, to my secret lake, and give you a private lesson. Would you like that, pet?”