Gemma

He walked away at a normal speed. I wish he would put a shirt on. His naked body was distracting. The constant feeling between being horny and wanting to find ways to kill him were always conflicting thoughts. I wondered if all vampires were as miserable as he was. For the last two days, he'd done nothing but screw me and suck my blood. The initial bite marks looked horrid. I had puncture wounds on my neck, shoulder, breasts, arms, wrist and thighs. The healing process was much faster since I had consumed his blood.

I finished the last of my coffee before I stood up and stretched my aching muscles, ignoring the glass plug in my ass. I was grateful it was a small one. I'd seen some awful items in the sex dungeon's cupboard. It was in my best interest not to piss him off.

He came up behind me and dropped the flip-flops in front of me. I couldn't help but smile as I saw that their backs had been cut so they would fit a little better.

"Thank you. Can I get some of your shorts or boxers to wear?"

"No, I like having easy access to your naked cunt," he said before he took my hand, and I noticed he had put a dark green T-shirt on. "Not to mention that my shorts would drown you, and I don't own any underwear."

I gaped at him for a moment because his dick would be all over the place without anything to hold it in place. His face was like stone, and his sunglasses hid his eyes. My eyes dropped to his dick, but he wore black shorts, making it difficult to see where he was hanging.

I slipped my feet into the shoes and noticed I had a slight tan. It had been cooler in Paris. I thought of all the Alain and Lucie. It might have gotten back to my parents that I was missing. I glanced up at Alaric again. He was so rigid that I doubted he would let me contact them.

He led me away from the house and the path that led down the cliff towards the beach. We walked for several minutes on a pathway, and I saw a large clearing with a helicopter on it. There was no chance of me escaping on that. As we began to descend, I could see the tip of the mainland.

My heart sank because it was too far away to swim. His hand tightened around mine, and I knew he must have heard a change in my breathing or heartbeat. That shit freaked me out because he could always gauge what was happening inside my head through his senses. I focused on his hand because he wasn't cold, and his body wasn't hot either. I'd never seen him sweat.

I'd spent the last few days observing Alaric. He wasn't forthcoming with information when I asked questions, and most of the time, when he spoke, it was to order me around. So it wasn't surprising that our walk was silent. It took around twenty-five to thirty-five minutes to reach the bottom of the peak. The sun shone brightly, and being surrounded by nature was relaxing. There were so many trees, bushes and flowering plants. The variety of foliage was too vast, and I suspected some had been introduced to the island. I glanced at the mature trees that must have taken years to grow.

"How long have you owned the island for?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Almost nine hundred years."

I stopped in my tracks from shock.

"You've been around for nine hundred years?"

He lifted his sunglasses up, and I saw the amusement in his eyes, which softened his face.

"Oh, we've been around much longer than that."

"We?"

"I have two brothers," he said, covering his eyes again and tugging at my hand.

Brothers? Damn it. I had so many questions.

We reached the beach, which was a little rocky but to be close to the sea was worth it. I pulled my hand out of his and walked towards the water. I loved the beaches in France. Walking through the waves was always a pleasure. By the time I reached the water, Alaric gripped my hand again.

"I'm not about to swim away," I said in exasperation.

I had the stupid collar on my neck, and he made me address him as Master. I was stuck on an island with a helicopter as my only means of escape.

"Perhaps I need to increase the size of the plug in your asshole for you to watch your tone with me," he said, reverting back to his stern manner.

I said nothing because he didn't make idle threats. I sucked in the fresh sea air to calm my nerves and continued to walk along the shore. He could have locked me up in his sex room and left me there.

We reached a small bay if you could call it that, and I wished I had proper beach shoes to walk a little deeper in the sea. When he began to sniff the air like a bloodhound, I was curious to see what he could smell. I couldn't see anything in the sky or the nearby trees, and the beach was empty.

He gripped my waist and hauled me away from the water. I felt one of the flip-flops fall off my foot, but before I could say anything, he had me lying in a large decaying tree log.

"I can smell your blood," he said as he pushed my T-shirt over my belly. "It's different, richer."

His hands gripped my thighs as he spread my legs apart until my feet dangled down beside the log. I placed my hands on the log so I didn't topple off, but when I looked at him, he had taken his sunglasses off, and his fangs were poking out. He began to hungrily smack his lips together with a crazed look in his eyes. His eyes trailed down my body, and he licked his lips when he reached my pussy.

I remained frozen because I didn't know what his intentions were. If it was the start of my period, there couldn't be much blood, but the way he was behaving was as if I was gushing blood everywhere. I held my breath and quickly closed my eyes with a grimace as he swooped downward.

The fear of him biting my pussy off was a real possibility.