Venice Vampyr - The Beginning

“Hired me?” A dreadful suspicion crept up her belly. “You think I’m a whore?” Was that what everybody thought of her? Was it written in her face what she’d done all these years? Could everybody tell?

“If you would like to call it something else, by all means,” he mumbled apologetically. “Maybe you’re one of Dante’s and Nico’s friends?”

“Who are Dante and Nico?”

Lorenzo let out a breath, almost as if he was tired of having to explain something to her for the hundredth time. “My friends. The ones who gave you to me as a housewarming present.”

Shock coursed through her. “Housewarming present?” Her voice sounded shrill in her own head. “I’m no housewarming present!”

Tears threatened to come to the surface. Somebody was playing a cruel joke on her. “Get out of my house, Signore! Now, before I call the carabinieri!”

“Your house? Signora, this is my house. So, if anybody is leaving, it will be you.”

For a second, Biana only stared at him. But the wheels in her brain were churning. It struck her out of nowhere: this was the man who’d bought her father’s house! He was the new owner, and he’d arrived earlier than anticipated.

Now she was truly in trouble. If he was already moving in, how would she be able to continue her search for the treasure? She felt her blood drain from her face as nausea threatened to overwhelm her. She had to think fast. The only thing she could do was to try and bluff her way through this. But she wouldn’t leave this house before she had found what she’d come for. No matter the cost.

“Signore, this is my house. I inherited it from my dear father. You’re trespassing. Leave!” Bianca lifted her chin in the same way she’d done to dismiss suitors she’d had no interest in. When she caught Lorenzo’s gaze on her, she was surprised to see a hint of delight in them as well as a little smile playing around his kissable lips.





Chapter Five




Lorenzo’s heart skipped a beat. The beautiful woman in his bed wasn’t a whore. And for some strange reason, this delighted him. However, this newfound knowledge did nothing to bring down his raging hard-on. Having feasted on her sweet cunt and brought her to an earth shattering orgasm had gotten him even hornier than he’d been when he’d first seen her in his bed.

“Signorina Greco?”

She nodded. “Bianca Greco.”

“Lorenzo Conti, at your service.” He bowed his head slightly, but did nothing to cover his naked body. He’d seen the way she’d glanced at his cock, and frankly, he’d liked it. And he wasn’t going to deprive her of the sight, decorum be damned.

“May I assume you haven’t spoken to your father’s solicitor, Signore Mancini, yet?”

“I only arrived today after receiving the terrible news of my dear father’s death.” She sniffed.

“My condolences, Signorina. However, I have to inform you that this is not your house anymore.”

“But—” she interrupted.

Lorenzo held up his hand, suddenly realizing that his other hand was still clutching her thigh. But as long as she wasn’t noticing it, he wasn’t going to remove it. “Signorina Greco, I purchased the home from your father’s estate. In fact, the estate only consisted of debts. Debts that far exceeded the value of this house.”

Her eyes went wide with surprise.

“Let me assure you, Signorina, that I’ve satisfied those debts, but I have taken the house in exchange for those sums of money. It is mine.”

“I don’t believe you!” She huffed and crossed her arms tighter around the pillow covering her naked body. “You broke in here, and now you’re trying to lie your way out of it.”

Lorenzo jumped up, outraged. Nobody called him a liar. Jumping off the bed, he marched toward where he’d left his cloak. “I’ll prove it to you, Signorina.”

He ruffled through his clothes and found the piece of paper he’d received earlier. As he walked back to the bed, he noticed her drop her lids, avoiding looking at him. But he’d already caught her. She’d not only stared at his backside when he’d walked away, but also admired his front for longer than any decent woman would admit. And her eyes were shining with desire.

He handed her the paper. “Here’s the deed.”

Her eyes flew over it before she handed it back to him. Then she met his eyes. Tears brimmed at their rim. “I will not leave. This is my house! The solicitor had no right to sell it.”

Lorenzo stemmed his fists at his hips, fully aware that his erection was pointing at her almost accusingly. And why shouldn’t it? She was the reason why he still had a raging hard-on that hadn’t been satisfied yet. And by the looks of it wouldn’t get any satisfaction tonight.

“The document is legal, and you know it! This is my house, and I say who can stay and who can’t.”