Dusk settled over Bucharest like a velvet curtain, turning the narrow lanes of Lipscani into a labyrinth of amber streetlights and lengthening shadows. Selene's lungs burned as she ran, sneakers slapping against ancient cobblestones. The silver-streaked man—Darius—hadn't chased her outright, but his nod had been a promise. They were everywhere now. She could feel eyes on her from every alley mouth and shadowed doorway.
Her body betrayed her with every stride. The deep ache between her thighs pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat, a slick reminder of Viktor's thick cock stretching her virgin walls, the way he had pinned her wrists and fucked her until she shattered around him. Her nipples rubbed against the soft fabric of her sweater, tight and sensitive. Even terror couldn't kill the shameful heat pooling low in her belly.
She darted into a crowded terrace bar, weaving between laughing tourists and locals sipping tuică. The smell of grilled meat and spilled beer filled the air. Selene slipped out the back exit into another alley, heart hammering so hard she tasted copper. Her phone was still off. No way to call for help—even if she had anyone left to call.
A black SUV idled at the end of the lane, blocking the exit. Two suited men stood beside it, not advancing, simply waiting. Selene spun and sprinted the opposite direction, tears blurring her vision. Every turn seemed to funnel her deeper into the Old Town's maze, away from main roads and toward quieter, darker streets.
Night fell fully. The temperature dropped. Her sweater offered little protection, and the chill only made her nipples harder, her skin hypersensitive. Flashes of Viktor's cool mouth sucking on them invaded her mind—unwanted, unstoppable. She hated how her pussy clenched at the memory, growing wetter despite the fear.
She emerged onto a quieter street lined with closed antique shops. Footsteps echoed behind her—steady, unhurried. Darius again, flanked by two others. They weren't running. They didn't need to. They were herding her.
Panic surged. Selene broke into a final desperate sprint toward a dimly lit side street that promised an exit to a larger boulevard. Her legs gave out just as she reached the corner. She stumbled, catching herself against a stone wall, chest heaving.
Strong arms caught her from behind before she could fall completely.
Not rough. Not violent. Possessive.
"Easy, Selene," a deep, velvet voice murmured against her ear. Viktor.
She froze, every nerve igniting at his scent—dark spice, aged cognac, and that sharp metallic edge that made her mouth water. His body pressed against her back, hard and unyielding, one arm banded around her waist while the other gently but firmly pinned her wrists above her head against the wall.
"You ran from me," he said softly, lips brushing the shell of her ear. His breath was cool, sending shivers racing down her spine. "After I took such good care of your tight little virgin cunt last night."
Selene whimpered, knees buckling. His free hand slid down her stomach, dipping beneath the hem of her sweater to rest possessively over her racing heart. "Let me go."
"No." The single word was absolute. He turned her in his arms, pressing her back to the wall, towering over her. In the dim light his eyes glowed faintly red, fangs barely visible behind parted lips. "You belong to me now. Your blood sang to me the moment I tasted you. Your body knows it—even if your mind is still fighting."
His thigh slid between her legs, pressing firmly against her aching core. Selene gasped as the pressure hit her swollen clit through her jeans. Fresh slickness soaked her panties. She hated how good it felt.
"I don't even know who you are," she whispered, voice breaking.
"I am Viktor Draven. Billionaire. King." He leaned closer, lips hovering over hers. "And the man who claimed your virginity so perfectly you're still dripping for me hours later."
Before she could protest, his mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was hungry, dominating—tongue stroking deep, claiming every inch like he owned her. Selene moaned into it, hands fisting his expensive shirt despite herself. Her hips rocked against his thigh, chasing friction she desperately needed.
Viktor pulled back just enough to let her breathe, one hand cupping her breast through the sweater, thumb circling her stiff nipple. "Such a good girl last night. Screaming my name while your virgin pussy milked my cock. You're going to do it again tonight. And every night after."
A black SUV pulled up silently beside them. Darius stepped out, expression neutral, holding the rear door open.
Selene's eyes widened. "No—please—"
Viktor lifted her effortlessly, cradling her against his chest as if she weighed nothing. "You can fight me, little one. It only makes me harder. But you're coming home with me. To the estate. Where I can spread you open on silk sheets and remind you exactly how well you take me."
He settled into the back seat with her on his lap, facing him, legs straddling his hips. The door closed. The SUV glided into motion. Viktor's hands gripped her ass, rocking her slowly against the massive bulge straining his trousers. The friction made her whimper, clit grinding against his hardness through layers of fabric.
"Feel that?" he growled, nipping at her lower lip. "That's what your escape did to me. I woke up hard and aching because my mate had run away. Now you're going to soothe it."
Selene's head fell to his shoulder, torn between terror and overwhelming desire. His fingers slipped beneath her sweater, tracing the faint bite marks he had left on her breast. They tingled under his touch, sending sparks straight to her core.
"I'm not your mate," she protested weakly, even as her hips moved with his guidance, riding the ridge of his cock.
"You are." Viktor's voice darkened with ancient hunger. "And tonight I'm going to fuck you again—slowly this time. Until you beg me to bite you. Until you understand there is no running from a king who has already claimed your blood and your cunt."
The SUV climbed into the hills outside the city, heading toward the sprawling gothic Draven Estate. Selene trembled in his arms, body on fire, mind reeling.
She had been caught.
And the vampire king had no intention of ever letting her go.