The Last Girl

By Kitty Thomas

Six years in the past strangers broke into Juliette’s condo; she used to be domestic on my own. She saved her eyes closed, praying that if she didn’t see whatever, she wouldn’t be killed. not anyone harmed her. actually, one of many thieves secure her. Now Juliette’s desires are haunted via him.

Christian has waited to take her, resisting the urge each one evening. it usually ends badly with human pets. They’re too fragile. The longer he can wait, the higher, as the second he's taking her, the clock on her lifestyles starts off ticking down.

Then she’ll be long gone forever.

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This is a piece of fiction, and comprises content material intended for a mature audience.

WHAT different AUTHORS ARE announcing concerning the final GIRL:

"In this clean tackle star-crossed love, Ms. Thomas pairs deeply poignant emotion with unforgettable imagery. This one will stick with you lengthy after you've gotten entire reading." -- Annabel Joseph, writer of "Comfort Object"

"In a time whilst present vampire fiction appears ruled through creatures behaving as lovely people with fangs, it's so fascinating to learn a dreadful love tale like "The final Girl." ultimately, we now have a vampire who's unapologetic for being a predator."

--Claudia D. Christian, writer of Darling, e-book 1 of the cherished series

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He holds me for a small eternity, and that i comprehend I’ll do something, permit him to debase me by any means simply to get to this inner most, intimate second the place i believe I’m crucial factor in his global. He shifts me onto the leather-based sofa and stands to retrieve my garments. He palms them to me, and that i gown. Then he's taking my hand and leads me out of the membership. outdoor, clear of the thrumming tune, I’m no much less careworn via my reactions. while he says we’ll go back to the membership many extra occasions, I can’t deny the best way my cunt clenches in excited anticipation or the way in which my pulse speeds. i think I’m in an never-ending fall with not anything to carry onto however the air. The trip house is silent. simply because the evening earlier than, we get domestic just a couple of minutes sooner than the dawn. once we achieve my room, he appears to be like at me for a very long time with whatever like delight. I’m a bit ashamed that I consume that up. He embraces me once again and whispers “Sleep good, my pet,” sooner than locking me in and happening the corridor to his room. I fall into mattress, exhausted, my hand slipping among my thighs as I replay the night’s occasions to one more orgasm. I can’t think how grasping i'm to hunt extra in the end I’ve already had. the discharge is by some means lackluster, much less sharp and gratifying. I can’t succeed in my optimum excitement on my own. in simple terms Christian can take me there. *** Weeks go and that i cease wondering what occurs on the membership, the best way they use and fuck me. the way in which I can’t see or pay attention or converse, merely believe. on the common membership, Christian acknowledged he wouldn’t percentage me, yet evidently at this different membership he does. I’m uncertain what the variation is or what shifted in any such short while. i'd nonetheless be disenchanted if he shared me open air that membership, yet inside of it, we’re swept away in a dream international the place the principles are assorted and not anything that occurs turns out to count number. i ponder if the track alters him because it alters me. possibly we’re all drugged on an strength within the air that makes us liable to orgy. i ponder if it’s all an phantasm and that’s why it feels as though none of it really is of any end result. may perhaps all of it be a brain fuck and not anything extra? Can he get inside of my head like that, and that i simply don’t comprehend it? If a decrease have been gazing all this, she’d may need many stuff to claim approximately what’s basic or irregular, yet I can’t be afflicted to care. Fuck the shrinks of the realm and their secure little critiques cloaked of their sterile places of work with yellow criminal pads and pens. Fuck them. part of me feels mainly that human shit. I’ve stopped deciding on as a human. I don’t see myself as sub-human or as a vampire, yet I’m diversified in ways in which make outdated classifications and understandings of existence appear trite and dead. every thing I knew approximately life is inaccurate, and i've no new info to fill within the gaps. in basic terms my captor can cushion that blow and insulate me from the soreness of it. each evening whilst Christian involves me, our first becoming a member of of the evening, hurts. It’s the single consistent that has been with us because the starting, the single convenience that I haven’t morphed into anything so diverse I now not exist.

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