Vampire

By Andrea Bellmont

Jonathan Devers was a vampire. When he encountered Shane O'Malley, something inside him drew him to her. He wanted her soul, and he took it. He made her immortal.

Revenge can be sweet. Shane O'Malley found that out firsthand. She was one of those women others envied. Her motto was everyone wants to be me until her world came tumbling down. When it did, she found herself in a cheap hotel, ready to end her miserable existence.

For centuries, he'd been on a mission hunting down the demon who took his soul, not resting until he finally had the chance for redemption only to find evil spares no one.

When you play with the devil, the devil always wins. But sometimes, love wins out. Events can be put right—even darkness can find the light.

****Adult content and graphic sexy vampires****

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bitten Press LLC
• Release date: Sep 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9781497721210

Andrea Bellmont

Andrea Bellmont is a writer of erotica and erotic romance. She dabbles in the paranormal end of the genre and loves her three muses. They're naughty muses whom she blames for her most erotic stories. She's a wife, a mother and still believes a woman should be at all times sexy and self confident. Journey with her, in an adult never land. Andrea Bellmont. Passions Iron Grip and Bonds (Kindle Locations 442-445). Bitten Press.

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Chapter One

Bats with solid fill

Shane sauntered through the city streets. The wind blew, and the cold December chill in the air ran through her slim, ravished body. Her coat was at least ten years old, and her clothing was noticeably worn; she was down on her luck and hungry. At forty-four, Shane had given up. She bought enough heroin to put her out of her misery forever, considering she didn’t dabble with drugs. She had enough money left to get a cheap hotel room in the city. Shane no longer had the will to live.

Her last memory confirmed her decision. She’d sunk low and was tired of being treated like a whore by the man who supposedly loved her.

Oh, fuck, she said as her husband’s cock rammed into her. Her insides were on fire as he repeatedly drove his dick into her. She was on all fours, and the cock in her mouth was hard and gagged her as its owner, Darin White, a large ex-footballer player, kept shoving it deeper down her throat. 

They’d partied all night, and the booze and drugs flowed freely. For months, she’d been attracted to Darin, but he’d always been a gentleman, never hitting on her. So far, Will had spared her the humiliation of passing her around like so many other wives. She was fucking two men, and a third was waiting. So much for him not exploiting her, she thought.

He withdrew his cock from her and pushed Darin away.

Get on top of me, Shane. Joey needs to join in the fun.

She was so high on coke that she’d jump off the roof if he told her to. She climbed on top of him and took his cock back inside her. Darin moved in front of her and promptly shoved his cock back in her mouth, and Joey smeared her ass full of lubricant. At least he took it slow as he eased his cock into her bum.

She let Darin’s cock slip from her mouth as she felt her husband’s hands on her neck. He grabbed her and kissed her.

You really are a fucking slut, he said with venom.

Darin pulled her head up by the hair and put his cock back in her mouth. One cock fucked her pussy, the other her ass, and now a slow-burning in her belly took over. She sucked the cock in her mouth vigorously as her impending orgasm crept up on her. She came. Then Darin’s cock exploded, filling her mouth, and her ass and pussy were flooded.

Her husband’s words echoed in her mind. You really are a fucking slut. Shane had to agree, she was good for only one thing, and she’d finally had enough. After tonight, it was time to leave him.

But she didn’t.

It marked her descent into hell. Her drug addiction grew, her dependency on alcohol was a daily need, and her sexual appetites were decadent. She was ashamed of what she’d become and found each day harder than the next.

Then when he informed her that they were going to another party on Saturday night, she’d finally had enough. She packed what she could, and as he tried to stop her, she screamed to let her go.

You bastard, she yelled. You’ve already pawned everything I own, including my jewelry, fur coats, and expensive dresses. I am done here. You’ll not use me any longer. Now get out of my way."

He moved away from the door and snarled at her. Your looks and body are starting to go. I can do better, he said as she held back her tears.

I’m sure you can, she said softly to him and saw his expression change. Shane understood this was the end of the road for her, and there was nothing left of their marriage to salvage.

She wrapped her coat around her and continued through the city streets. She’d put herself through hell, wondering how she’d managed to get herself in such a state. Her unhappiness and fall from grace rested on one man, a man she’d trusted with her life, her husband, William O’Malley.

William was an ex-football player, and when she met him, she’d been mesmerized by him. She’d always dreamed of a man with his looks, money, and popularity. She’d been told her entire life what a beauty she was, and she’d eaten up every bit of praise. She’d let it all go to her head and believed she was better than most women.

She’d been blessed with striking natural red hair, gorgeous peach-colored skin, long legs, and full breasts—her body proportions a perfect thirty-six, twenty-six, thirty-six. When William O’Malley came along, his six foot four Adonis-like stature, sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and cleft chin were a perfect combination. She’d settle for no less.

They married, and the first disappointment to damage their Camelot, children, she couldn’t have them. Then his widely publicized first affair, which she forgave him for, struck another blow to their union. Many more indiscretions followed. Still, they survived, but the walls began to cave in when he injured his knee, and what the next few years wrought nearly destroyed them both. People expected them to live high, fulfilling their expectations. However, when you sink, you lower yourself to the decadence of the territory.

He’d put the blame on her shoulders. It amazed her how he