Heart of Dracula (Immortal Soul, #1)

by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

If she heard him, he did not find that he cared. He was an open book to her—a library with all his tomes and pages thrown open for her to read. There was nothing he could hide from her. No sin of his that she could not see. He belonged to her. And she was kissing him back.

Gods below, may you rot in your graves.

His face hovered close over hers, his cold breath washing over her cheek. “You can tear my soul from my chest. Do it. Do it, if you wish to be free of me. Or your words are only bluster. A bluff.”

“Shush. My games are not those of mortals. I do not lie about that which I want. Tonight, you shall share my bed. Tonight, I shall show you the pleasure which I am capable of paying you. And you, Maxine Parker, will have come into my spider’s web of your own accord. I will take you to the heights of bliss that you have been so grievously denied until now. You will lie down before me, and I will show you that you hold my heart in your hands, even as you do my soul.”

If you are a dream, then it is one from which I do not ever wish to be woken.”