Read Online Nikolai: A Dark Light Novella (Dark Light #2.5) by S.L. Jennings - Free Book Online
Authors: S.L. Jennings
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my gaze shifts to a group huddled on the couch. They’re terrified of us, trembling in a haze of horrified confusion. They’ve heard the stories, maybe even seen one of us in action. But me … I’m an anomaly. In public, Varshaun is the mouthpiece. I rarely ever accompany him in situations like these. A Dark prince wreaking havoc on the streets of New Orleans would put our entire family at risk. So, I keep quiet and give Varshaun the spotlight, feeding his never-ending ego.
Still, everyone knows I’m not to be fucked with. Call it instinct or a sixth sense, they can feel the way the tiny hairs on their arms stand upright whenever I’m near. They notice the drop in the temperature, the sudden density in the air. That niggling voice in the back of their heads that tell them to run and not look back. I am the supreme evil, a force so dark and dangerous that even grown men quake in my presence.
The whimpers grow louder as I take a step towards the group of bystanders, and something in my little black heart rejoices. Ah, yes. Fear. Like fucking candy to the Dark. The taste for it developing on my tongue, my mouth curls into a devilish smirk before I wink an icy blue eye, causing the light bulbs in the room to pop and shatter. Shrieks ring out, and I bark out a hearty laugh. What’s the point in having all this power if you can’t have a little fun?
I approach a young woman quivering on the carpet. Her gaze instantly drops to the floor and I crouch before her to meet her eyes.
“Look at me, little one,” I command. Reluctantly, she lifts her head, giving me access to her big brown eyes. She’s beautiful, her skin smooth as silk, the color of sweet chocolate. “That’s right. Good girl.”
Her curly tendrils frame her face in a wild, exotic style and I reach out to gently stroke the dark coils. She instantly relaxes, her wide eyes still locked onto mine. “Now that you’re calm, I have a few questions for you, pretty girl. Do you know who I am?”
“No, sir,” she squeaks, her voice light and high pitched, with a thick Yat accent.
“Good,” I smile. “Do you know what I am?”
“No, sir.”
“Good. That’s very good. Do you work here, sweetheart?”
“Yes, sir,” she answers without hesitance. Feeling the pull of my influence mixed with her carnal desire, she moves into my touch. Her dark eyes grow hot and sultry, and her nipples pucker under her thin satin slip.
“And how old are you?”
The girl captures my hand in her own and brings it to her lips, kissing the palm. “Fifteen, but Malcolm makes me tell people I’m nineteen.” When I frown and pull my hand free, she scrambles forward, nearly climbing onto my lap. “But I swear I’m good! I’m one of the best here. Malcolm even says I’m his favorite. He said my young, tight pussy feels like heaven and tastes as sweet as a hot fudge sundae. And that I give the best head in three parishes.”
Bile rises in my throat, and my irises tingle with fury. “No need, dear one. No need to worry about that ever again.”
I’m on my feet in a blur of blistering rage and cross the room just as Varshaun finishes his tirade.
“The next time I even suspect any of your girls stepping out of bounds, I’ll do more than blow open the fucking door,” he warns him. “Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Mr. V. If I find any of my girls have broken the rules, I’ll kill them myself,” he stammers, beads of sweat rolling down his fat face. He exhales a sigh of relief when Varshaun nods and turns to retreat. Little does he know, V is the least of his problems.
“Listen to me, you fat fuck,” I hiss, moving in so close that I smell the vile odor of his rapid breaths. “You’re done using underage girls. So done, that you will return them to their homes plus compensate them all for exploiting them. Let’s say twenty grand each, plus you’ll ensure they get into decent schools. Doesn’t that sound fair?”
“Wha-? Twenty grand? I don’t have that
Still, everyone knows I’m not to be fucked with. Call it instinct or a sixth sense, they can feel the way the tiny hairs on their arms stand upright whenever I’m near. They notice the drop in the temperature, the sudden density in the air. That niggling voice in the back of their heads that tell them to run and not look back. I am the supreme evil, a force so dark and dangerous that even grown men quake in my presence.
The whimpers grow louder as I take a step towards the group of bystanders, and something in my little black heart rejoices. Ah, yes. Fear. Like fucking candy to the Dark. The taste for it developing on my tongue, my mouth curls into a devilish smirk before I wink an icy blue eye, causing the light bulbs in the room to pop and shatter. Shrieks ring out, and I bark out a hearty laugh. What’s the point in having all this power if you can’t have a little fun?
I approach a young woman quivering on the carpet. Her gaze instantly drops to the floor and I crouch before her to meet her eyes.
“Look at me, little one,” I command. Reluctantly, she lifts her head, giving me access to her big brown eyes. She’s beautiful, her skin smooth as silk, the color of sweet chocolate. “That’s right. Good girl.”
Her curly tendrils frame her face in a wild, exotic style and I reach out to gently stroke the dark coils. She instantly relaxes, her wide eyes still locked onto mine. “Now that you’re calm, I have a few questions for you, pretty girl. Do you know who I am?”
“No, sir,” she squeaks, her voice light and high pitched, with a thick Yat accent.
“Good,” I smile. “Do you know what I am?”
“No, sir.”
“Good. That’s very good. Do you work here, sweetheart?”
“Yes, sir,” she answers without hesitance. Feeling the pull of my influence mixed with her carnal desire, she moves into my touch. Her dark eyes grow hot and sultry, and her nipples pucker under her thin satin slip.
“And how old are you?”
The girl captures my hand in her own and brings it to her lips, kissing the palm. “Fifteen, but Malcolm makes me tell people I’m nineteen.” When I frown and pull my hand free, she scrambles forward, nearly climbing onto my lap. “But I swear I’m good! I’m one of the best here. Malcolm even says I’m his favorite. He said my young, tight pussy feels like heaven and tastes as sweet as a hot fudge sundae. And that I give the best head in three parishes.”
Bile rises in my throat, and my irises tingle with fury. “No need, dear one. No need to worry about that ever again.”
I’m on my feet in a blur of blistering rage and cross the room just as Varshaun finishes his tirade.
“The next time I even suspect any of your girls stepping out of bounds, I’ll do more than blow open the fucking door,” he warns him. “Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Mr. V. If I find any of my girls have broken the rules, I’ll kill them myself,” he stammers, beads of sweat rolling down his fat face. He exhales a sigh of relief when Varshaun nods and turns to retreat. Little does he know, V is the least of his problems.
“Listen to me, you fat fuck,” I hiss, moving in so close that I smell the vile odor of his rapid breaths. “You’re done using underage girls. So done, that you will return them to their homes plus compensate them all for exploiting them. Let’s say twenty grand each, plus you’ll ensure they get into decent schools. Doesn’t that sound fair?”
“Wha-? Twenty grand? I don’t have that
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