Venice Vampyr - The Beginning

Elle had been such a sweet and giving woman, and he’d fallen so hard for her that he’d believed that she would accept him for what he was. When he’d confessed to her that he was a vampire, she’d simply closed her eyes for a moment, taken a deep breath, and then proclaimed that she loved him anyway.

What a big lie it had all been. In truth, she’d been disgusted with him the first time she’d surprised him when feeding, but she’d hidden it well. She’d still warmed his bed and lulled him into the belief that she loved him. And if he wasn’t such a light sleeper, he would have gone to his grave believing in her love.

But he’d woken, finding her standing next to his bed, ready to plunge a stake into his heart. At that moment, his entire world had collapsed. His heart had turned to stone. Yet, he hadn’t been able to kill her for her treachery. He’d still loved her. His only option had been to erase her memory from everything that had happened, but there had been too much to erase, and as a result, her mind had scrambled, and she’d turned crazy. She’d ended up in an insane asylum where she’d killed herself a few years later. All because of him.

While he still had to use his skill of wiping human’s memories when he fed from them, he made sure to rarely feed from the same person twice. But he’d never gotten involved with another human woman for fear the fate that had befallen Elle would be repeated. So he’d confined himself to mostly whores from whom he didn’t feed so he wouldn’t have to use his vampire powers over and over again. A prolonged involvement with a human was too dangerous in his eyes, the repeated erasing of his victims’ memories too risky. By separating sex from feeding, he had managed to keep himself under control and neither lose his head nor his heart.

Lorenzo pushed the memories of his past away and inhaled deeply to find Nico’s whereabouts. As so many nights, Nico was hard at work fucking his way through Venice, and Lorenzo had no qualms about interrupting him. It wasn’t like this was a novelty.

He pushed the door open without knocking and entered the dimly lit room. Nico’s head snapped toward him, his alert body instantly relaxing when he recognized his visitor.

He winked. “Wanna join in?”

Did he? Lorenzo glanced at the woman, who was sprawled across the bed on her front, her ass high in the air as Nico’s hands held her hips tightly while he repeatedly thrust into her from his kneeling position behind her. Lorenzo smiled. It was one thing he and his friend had in common: they liked to take their women from behind for maximum impact.

“She can suck you,” Nico offered. “Won’t you, love?”

The woman lifted her head at his question and grinned at Lorenzo, revealing a crooked front tooth. While his cock was hard from the scent of arousal in the room, he merely shook his head. He wasn’t here for sex. Hell, if he’d wanted sex, he could have had it at home with a much more appealing partner.

Then why didn’t we? his over-eager appendage queried.

“Some other time,” he assured Nico. “I was wondering whether we could talk.”

“Sure, what’s going on?” Nico continued plunging into the woman while she dropped her head back down onto the pillow and moaned into it.

Lorenzo rolled his eyes. Fine with him if Nico thought he could concentrate on a conversation as well as on continuing to fuck like a champion. “Can you make some inquires for me?”

“About?” Nico gritted his teeth and grunted, his thrusts turning more ferocious as he went on.

“The house I bought, the heiress showed up tonight thinking it was still hers.”

“Oh?”

“I need to find out more about her. The name’s Bianca Greco. Can you check with your sources and find out where she came from and why she wasn’t with her father? And why she hasn’t been to see the solicitor yet.”

“Who’s the solicitor?” Nico asked and slapped the woman’s backside.

“Signore Mancini, his office is—”

“I know where he is. Not a problem.”

“I gave Mancini money for her. Have him send it to my house.”

“Your house?” Nico frowned.

“Yes, the woman is staying at my new house.”

Nico abruptly stopped in his motions and slipped out of the woman.

“What?” she complained.

“Later,” he pacified her, then stared back at Lorenzo. “She’s at your house?”

Lorenzo knew exactly why Nico was so surprised. Nobody ever stayed with him. All his sexual escapades were conducted at other people’s homes, at inns, or brothels. Never in his home. He tried to downplay the incident. “She had nowhere to go.”

Now Nico rose from the bed, oblivious to his nudity. Not that Lorenzo cared either way. “You have a woman staying at your house?”

“Don’t make it sound like this is such an extraordinary event.” It was, but he wasn’t going to quarrel with Nico about it.

“Tell me more. Why do you want me to investigate her? Could it be that you’re actually interested in a woman for something else than fucking?”