Page 10 of Marked for Desecration

Steppingdown the stairs to the first floor of our home, I adjusted my pants and floor length coat. I loved the night air and the way it caressed my flesh as if it was a secret lover and I was having an affair right in the open for all to see.

My fishnet stockings, boots, shorts, and cropped tank top hugged me tighter than a man about to come.

William whistled, his eyes glazed over in lust as he stared at my legs. “You aim to be quite a distraction, don’t you. How are we supposed to get anything done while we’re there with you looking like that?”

“I only aim to please, husband. I wanted to make sure everyone knew what you had and what they clearly do not.”

His grin was full of fangs, his eyes calculating. “There may be bloodshed tonight. If not from me killing anyone that dares to touch you, then it will be you for daring to dress this way in the first place.”

The threat made my nipples peak. I hated it. I hated him.

I cooed in his direction anyway, winding my arms around him and pulling him down for a disgusting kiss.

“You know how to sweet talk a girl. I look forward to it.”

He grunted, shifting his pants and shoving me in front of him. Once we made it over the threshold, I came face to face with his driver. He was dark, broody, and looked like every other jerk in the Letos clan. Even our servants began to adopt some of our attributes and personalities over time.

Depressing, really.

I gave him a sultry look right before he opened the door and ignored my existence. I sat in the back and William sat beside me with his hand on my thigh, threateningly close to my pussy. These shorts really are a pathetic excuse for clothing.

The sound of the driver’s door closing made me snap my eyes to the front.

“Where to?”

“We’re picking up Jordan first. Then to the docks.”

The docks?

In all of my decades living in the southern regions, I never once had been on a boat. Why does he need a damn boat?

The drive to Jordan’s estate was quick. He only lived approximately ten, maybe twenty miles away. He climbed into the front passenger seat and didn’t turn around to greet any of us. We drove off his land in silence, making our way to the east. The darkness of the night made me wonder what kind of delicious trouble Ian has found himself in.

He was a soldier, out there having fun while I was here playing chess with idiots who could only think with their dicks.

The scent in the air subtly changed the closer we got to the ocean. The mist and humidity increased, messing with my hair in a disastrous way. Running my fingers through it, I stared out the window as my husband continuously tried to tease me between my legs without success.

The driver pulled to a stop and my husband sighed. Jordan’s back tensed before he exited the vehicle in heavy silence.

“We’re here, Valka. Stay by my side.”

“Who are we meeting?” I asked as I took his offered hand. There must be a reason for this show of chivalry.

“And who do we have here, William? I didn’t know we were supposed to bring a plus one.”

I slyly look around my husband without giving away too much of my curiosity. The stranger stood a few feet away. Like most Letos vampires, he had a head of red hair. It was his light-yellow eyes that were striking against his pale skin. He smiled at me with hunger.

He unabashedly looked at me. From my tits all the way down to my legs and back up again. I winked before hiding my face from my husband who immediately spoke up.

“Xavier, my wife.”

Simple as that. Claim made.

The rest of the men came out to greet us. Behind them was a dilapidated looking dock with a few boats. If Clan Letos had a navy, this was a sight for sore eyes. Though wars haven’t been flat out discussed among the elite and through gossip, skirmishes continued to happen constantly between the clans when we ran across one another.

“Very lovely to meet you.”

“You can cut the crap girl. You’re Mya’s daughter through and through. You have her face.”

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