From Russia With Blood

She smelled like fear, sensual curiosity, and unwaveringly naive faith.

I should have drained her the moment I tasted her. I should have put us both out of our misery.

Unfortunately for her, though, humans mistake hunger for desire.

The only difference is, I’ve lived long enough to know they’re the same sin.

She was meant to be a passing indulgence—one body, one scream, one night, but instead, she became a religion.

I don’t take lovers.

I take property.

And when she finally screams my name, the world will remember why even death fears me.

Ends on a cliffhanger. MF / MFM / MM interactions. Contains dark, explicit, and violent themes. Read the warnings before entering.