Filthy Rich Vampire (Filthy Rich Vampires #1)

by Geneva Lee

It was as if my life had been marked by her absence as much as this moment was marked by her presence.

And I hated her, most of all, for forcing me to stay at this party. Because there was no way I could ever let her out of my sight.

She turned away to reach for something behind her and exposed her slender, bare neck in the process. My body interpreted the movement as an invitation—an invitation I was already moving to accept. Whoever she was, it was too late for her now.

“Well, let’s not join it in the afterlife. You’re not going to run, are you?” She didn’t move. That only left me with one choice. I swept her off her feet, threw her over my shoulder, and carried her away before she could even blink.

“Wait a second. Why can she just wander off without a chaperone?” “She’s in no danger.” “A vampire was drinking her like a milkshake five minutes ago.” She crossed her arms, still refusing to move.

“You really don’t know,” she said, her eyes gleaming wickedly as she finally contained herself. “What now?” I muttered. “If they’ve found some new archaic bullshit to—” “Julian,” she interrupted, grabbing my shoulders and looking me directly in the eye, “you’re mating.”

“I’ll be home by morning.” “Pet,” I growled. “I would prefer—” But she was already in the car. The queen had made her move.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, dropping my head in my hand. “Maybe one of you should just stake me.” “That seems like a dramatic solution,” Benedict said. “But points for style,” Sebastian added.

“They won’t stare because of whom you belong to,” I whispered into her ear. “But because of how you belong to me.” “How is that?” she asked softly. “Completely.” I kissed the spot below her ear, earning a shiver. “Absolutely. Unequivocally.”

“I won’t,” he repeated, breaking my heart again, “because I love you.” And then he reached over and pressed his palm to mine.

“I don’t want any of it,” I said softly. I couldn’t stomach the idea of being reminded of the future I’d lost—the future Julian had ripped away from us. “Nonsense.” Jacqueline got up and brushed off the knees of her leather pants. “You’re taking all of it and some of his shit, too. I’ll pack it myself.”