La Luxure: Discover Your Blood Lust by Cd Hussey

in his
muscular body.
    Armand's gaze flickered across Julia. He
grinned, flashing his perfect white teeth in a menacing smile. The
music surged and he dove for the limp girl's neck, his teeth
sinking into her flesh like a hot knife through butter. His victim
gasped, arching her back in what looked like ecstasy as Armand took
long, hard draws from her flesh. Pin-up girl moaned in approval,
grinding into him and running her hands over his chest and down his
arms.
    Finally, the woman's body stilled and Armand
lifted his head from her neck, blood trickling over his full lips
and onto his strong chin. His eyes snapped open and locked on Julia
from beneath his dark brow. He released the woman, her colorless
body falling into a motionless heap at his feet.
    Stepping over the body, he came for Julia.
His eyes were locked on her and he wore a mischievous, blood
smeared grin. Even though her mind told her she should be scared,
that she needed to run, her body refused to obey. She was unable to
stop dancing, the music commanding her, driving her. Even as Armand
stalked nearer, her body merely heaved harder. She wanted to be
frightened. She wanted to scream in terror, but his intense hazel
gaze refused to let those emotions in.
    In perfect rhythm, Armand matched the sway of
her body, pressing his hips into hers. Any fear was immediately
turned into a stabbing heat that started at the spot where his
erection was pushed against her and quickly spread through her
body.
    He grabbed her face and pulled her in for a
searing kiss that tasted sweet and metallic. The kiss lasted long
enough to rob Julia of her breath, and then, using her hair, he
yanked her head back, exposing her neck.
    The pain was quick, sharp, and startled Julia
out of the dream. She blinked in the darkness, trying to get a
handle on where she was and whether or not she was dead.
    A quick swipe across her neck and the smooth
skin her fingers found reassured her it was only a dream.
    Kicking off the covers, Julia stumbled across
the room. The details of her hotel room and the strange events of
the last few days slowly pushed the fog from her head. Sliding open
the window, the cool, moist air that rushed in wiped out the
remainder. The chilly air was refreshing against her overheated
skin. It was just like her to be turned on by what should have been
a nightmare.
    She sat on the floor, resting her arms and
chin on the windowsill. It was a beautiful night. There were enough
breaks in the clouds to let a few stars sparkle through. The
courtyard below was empty, the happily gurgling fountain the only
life. She was reminded of the demon fountain in the courtyard
outside of Luxure and shivered, suddenly freezing in the
crisp air.
    Julia slid the window shut. What a crazy
night. That made two in a row now. She'd wanted adventure, but this
was much more than she'd expected.
    She wondered what happened to that girl Eve?
Where did Armand take her? And what was all that talk about blood,
victims and donors?
    It was too much to dwell on right now. It was
late, she was exhausted, and maybe even still a little bit tipsy.
There was time to worry about it tomorrow when her head was
clearer.
    Climbing back into bed, Julia pulled the
covers tight to her shoulders. As she snuggled deep into the
mattress, she couldn't help but wonder what might be happening at Luxure . Was Armand still there? What would a man like him be
doing right now and was there a possibility it resembled her
dream?
    * * *
    A double shot of espresso was the only thing
that got Julia through the morning. The speakers were more engaging
than they had been the day before, but even a slide show filled
with images of a collapsed highway from a 54" water main failure
couldn't capture her focus. A few scattered notes and some random
arrows labeled with illegible text were the only productive things
that came out of the morning's lectures.
    She blamed La Luxure for filling her
head with weird dreams and robbing her of some much