For over 220 years, I’ve hunted the wicked in the dark while pretending I wasn’t one of them. At Crimson—my nightclub in the heart of Los Angeles—the city’s sinners line up willingly, drunk on lust, power, and bad decisions. And I always leave fed.
Then Eleanor walked in.
Soft lips. Innocent eyes. A soul so sweet it damn near brought me to my knees.
She smells like lilies and sunlight, and now I can’t think about anything except sinking my teeth into her in every possible way. I should stay away. A girl like her doesn’t belong near a creature like me.
But obsession is a dangerous thing for a vampire.
Because I don’t just crave her blood.
I crave her screams. Her touch. Her body beneath mine. I want to ruin her innocence and worship it at the same time.
And the worst part?
She makes me want to feel human again.
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
