Forbidden Nights with a Vampire

Sweetheart, if it’s not too much of an imposition, I would be forever beholden to you if you could kindly assume a reclining position so I can screw your brains out.

Connor turned to Vanda. “I’ll need to check yer bag, too.” “I thought you’d never ask.” Vanda tossed her bag onto the table. She was ready for him this time. He opened her silver evening bag. His eyes widened. She was quite proud that she’d managed to squeeze a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, her back massager, and a bottle of Viagra into such a tiny handbag. She smiled sweetly. “Something wrong, Connor?

What is 45 minutes to an old goat like you?" - Vanda "I believe it is still 45 minutes." - Connor

Maggie scoffed. "Denial will not save you when Cupid's arrow find its mark." "If i see Cupid anywhere in the vicinity, I'm ripping his chubby little arms off." Vanda yanked the door open to Romatech.

Phineas leaped to his feet, giving Vanda a appalled look. "Vanda! Why'd you do it?" "What?" Vanda stood. Phineas slapped a hand against his brow. "you can't attack these people jut because you hate Naruto!

The priest removed his glasses and pocketed them. «I'm sure you don't need to hear it, but a sponsor should never get too…involved with his client.» Shit. Phil was careful to show no emotion, even though he was howling inside. Plan A had just gone down the tubes. So much for channeling Vanda's anger into a glorious eruption of lust. He'd have to resort to Plan B. There was no Plan B. His thoughts had never progressed past the bedroom. The priest was right. He was an animal.