Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 125: Lot’s Of Grace

WARNING: THIS Chapter CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT.

"Strip," Zack spoke lowly, but his voice was deep enough to echo through the room.

The blonde lady’s eyes widened. She hadn’t even started her work yet — she was supposed to dance first, then approach him, as that was her task: to satisfy him until the end. Yet, it was already starting like this. His words were so flat, as if he were already bored before she even began.

Zack sat calmly on the sofa of the large VVIP room, legs crossed, holding his tablet, playing a puzzle game as if no one were there.

"Tch, level 300 already," he muttered, the corner of his lips twitching upward. He hadn’t looked up once since he sat down, finding the puzzle game more entertaining than the curvy blonde woman standing before him.

Her cheeks flushed pink.

With a calm, melodic tone that could bring any man to his knees, she spoke hesitantly, "Huh...uh.."

She turned her face to the side nervously.

Zack moved his tablet aside gently, his gaze finally fixing on her.

The woman’s body trembled in surprise as his intense gaze locked on her.

Even though he was devastatingly handsome, his aura was lethal — it was as if he flirted with death itself, and worse, wore it openly.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked quietly, resting his elbow against the chair and supporting his chin on his knuckles. His tone was nonchalant, almost bored, even though the blonde’s curvy figure was now fully on display.

She wore tiny bunny-print shorts and a matching crop top.

"N...No," she stammered, shaking her head. In fact, this was the first time she felt ashamed to admit she wasn’t. She usually said it with pride — in fact, she often bragged about it, adding more to the list.

But his voice — dear heavens — his voice was just as frightening as his presence.

She heard Zack laugh.

A cold, low laugh that somehow screamed death.

If she had known it would be this terrifying, she would never have agreed to this, no matter how handsome he was.

It seemed like she was already in the devil’s den. What she had to do now was dance to his tone if she wanted to make it out alive.

Zack’s lips curled into a slow, cruel smile.

"So why are you acting like one? It doesn’t suit you," he drawled lazily. "Ho** act like baddies, not some cute, innocent virgin."

He leaned back in the chair, his gaze dark and heavy.

"Now strip out of those cute bunny-print PJs... you’re slandering them with your fake ass."

The woman’s eyes widened, tears almost falling. Every word felt like it was crafted to slice through her chest. It was the first time someone had said something so raw to her. What hurt the most was the realization — he hadn’t told her to strip because of her, but because of the pajamas she was wearing. It wasn’t about her at all; it was about the PJs.

She trembled slightly, her hand moving to clutch her top. Her fingers shook.

Zack murmured, his voice low and lazy as he looked at her. He raised his hand, spreading five fingers tipped with sharp, claw-like nails.

"Does this look real?" he asked, moving his hand in slow motion, letting her take it all in.

The woman could feel her body shaking uncontrollably.

Yes, it did.

At this point, it looked like she had come undone, not from satisfying him, but from something far more deadly.

Then she spoke quietly, her voice trembling, barely a whisper.

"Y.yes," she said, her words shearing through the heavy air.

Zack chuckled lowly, then murmured, "Naughty, huh. Now, strip, or I’ll use my nails to... strip you," he said, his voice dark.

Her hands moved toward her top, brushing the button at the top of her shirt. She instinctively moved to undo it herself, her fingers hesitantly reaching for the hem.

But just as she touched it, Zack stood.

Her eyes widened in alarm, her lips trembling.

Zack began to walk toward her, each step echoing like a match toward death itself — toward a gaping hole of torture.

The woman’s legs began to tremble as she clasped her hands together, desperately begging,

"Please... please," she whispered.

Zack chuckled softly, his voice almost playful.

"Do I look scary?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. "But I don’t."

He moved closer, his hand reaching for her throat.

His sharp claws hovered right over her skin, and then — with terrifying care — he pressed them against her neck.

His thumb gently scratched a straight line along her throat.

A thin gush of blood spilled out, trailing down toward her chest.

A small, chilling smile curled on Zack’s lips as he leaned closer.

He dragged his hot, wet tongue slowly upwards along the bloody path, savoring every second.

"Now, let me teach you how to be a badass bitch," Zack whispered, his voice low and dangerous.

The woman’s eyes widened; she couldn’t even speak.

The shock written across her face was enough to make him chuckle.

He gripped her jaw firmly, tilting her head up, as he stuck out his tongue.

Slowly, he traced the edge of her jawline with his hot, wet tongue, moving in a slow, tantalizing circle.

Then he whispered against her skin, "Have you ever been fingered with nails this sharp, hmm?"

He lifted his hand, holding up his middle finger, showing off the sharp, claw-like nail.

The woman’s body began to tremble uncontrollably.

What had she just gotten herself into?

The woman stared at him with wide, glassy eyes, her lips trembling as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

Zack grinned wickedly, his sharp teeth flashing into view.

He moved his hand toward her face, pressing his forked finger against her trembling lips, forcing her mouth open.

His other fingers gripped her jaw tightly, prying her mouth wider.

He leaned in, his voice dropping into a whisper, "Don’t cry, sweetheart. You know what kind of tears I like?"

He chuckled darkly. "Blood tears — so I can run my wet tongue all over your pretty, smooth face."

He paused, his gaze roaming her tear-streaked skin.

"I like my ladies without makeup," he murmured. "Because I like to give them their makeup myself."

Then, slowly, he dragged his hot, wet tongue along her cheek, tasting her fear.

Zack’s smirk widened, his gaze never leaving her.

"As if that wasn’t enough..."

He continued, his voice cold.

"Besides, why are you crying? Remember, bad-ass bitches don’t cry."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.

"You’re not innocent, Darling. So act like the h*e you are."

"Now repeat after me," he murmured darkly.

"Hoes don’t cry, they scream."

The woman struggled to maintain eye contact as he gripped her chin. Any downward movement of her face would result in his sharp nails digging into her skin.

"Hoes... don’t... c-cry... they... scream."

Zack’s smirk widened.

"Yes... very bad girl."

He turned away, casually making his way back to his chair.

Sitting down, he picked up his tablet, as if nothing had happened. His fingers moved over it as he continued his puzzle, and he mumbled softly,

"Now, be my bad girl and strip."

The blonde lady managed to calm down, though her body still trembled. She knew that this man was no ordinary one.

She moved and immediately began to strip.

"Shh, take your time. Savor the moment," Zack whispered as he played with his puzzle, his eyes still fixated on the tab. The lady slowed her movements as she stripped. Finally done, she stood there bare, her curvy figure now in view. Her chest rose and fell. Zack’s lips curved up as he finally raised his head, his eyes moving to her body, fixing on her inner thigh area.

"Naughty b*t h," he smirked as he continued, "Climb the bed and spread those legs for me, my naughty little bad ass." The lady quietly moved to the bed as she lay down, opening her legs. Zack’s lips curved into a smile as he dropped the tablet gently on the sofa. Standing, he began to move towards her slowly, his eyes still staring at her spread legs. The lady fought the urge not to close them. This was the first time she felt so open. She had never felt that way before.

He moved as he climbed. His hands held her waist as he moved his face to her already spread legs. He sniffed them. The lady’s body shivered slightly as she felt him sniff.

"That’s my bad ass. I can see why you are the top one," he spoke as he continued to sniff her softly.

"Already wet, huh?" he spoke, staring at her inner thigh, already dripping. His thumb moved on top of it as he rubbed it in a circular motion. He removed it, moving his thumb to her lips.

"Now suck it like a lollipop," he murmured, deadly.

"I have given you lots of grace, brother. Get ready," he whispered as the blonde lady slowly sucked on his thumb.