Seducing The Vamp
Fantasy Games Series
By
Tianna Xander

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Vivianne's life is boring. When she asks her husband to participate in a sexual fantasy to spice up their sex life, he refuses. With her curiosity piqued and still bored to distraction, she attempts to battle the boredom with a visit to a local nightclub.

Mysterious Dimitri has ideas her husband does not. Tall, dark and handsome, he's intense and impossible to refuse. She craves the excitement he generates. Will he give her the night of passion she craves or will something go horribly wrong?

Curious, she looked around the dimly lit interior. Dance music blared from the loud speakers, reverberating throughout her system. A plethora of men stood around the circular bar, hungrily eyeing the few women who dared to patronize the place. They didn't nickname this bar 'The Meat Market' for nothing.

Vivianne tried not to make eye contact. She didn't want to encourage another man who didn't appear to be her type. She turned toward the door, wondering if she should just go home and her gaze found a new man entering the bar.

His black trench coat covered his torso and a fedora covered his head. He looked dark, mysterious. Black eyes, set in a stern implacable face stared into hers across the room, over the heads of the shorter men who surrounded him. He appeared young. She should be ashamed for even looking at him with hungry eyes.

She licked her lips. He was tall, almost too tall, and dark. How handsome he might be, remained to be seen. Ebony eyebrows slashed over those dangerous eyes. Lips that seemed a hair too red for a man, curved into a smile as he strode her way.

His slow gait and confident expression definitely belonged to a man who didn't expect to be rejected. He stood before her, still wearing his hat and coat. His hand reached out.

"Dance?"

His expression had been so sure, so confident that Vivianne wanted to say no just to make a point. Instead, she found herself inexplicably placing her hand in his, allowing him to pull her to her feet. She looked up into those dark eyes and felt lost. His intense stare held her prisoner. She swallowed thickly and nodded.

"Yes, I'd love to."

He led her onto the dance floor just as a slow song started to play.

"Why don't you take your hat and coat off?"

"It adds an air of mystery, don't you think?"

Her thoughts told her this man didn't need more mystery shrouding him. His black eyes and hair lent an air of darkness around him. His too pale skin gave him an ethereal look. If she couldn't feel his warmth seeping into her skin through his coat, she could have believed him a corpse due to the whiteness of his skin.

"I don't think you need much more mystery surrounding you. Speaking of mystery, what's your name?"