“Do be a darling and let me bite you.” A sultry voice rings out from behind you, at this hour there was only one possible person it could be. You felt Sylvester wrap his arms around you from behind, his calculating gaze falling onto you through his long blonde lashes. He placed his chin on your shoulder. “I wish not to punish you for denying me a taste.” He grins darkly exposing his fangs while tightening his grip around you.

His long blonde curls cascaded onto your chest and down to your lower stomach. Even now in the lateness of the night not a single strand of hair was out of place. You could swear this man has never had a bad hair day.

He was a brat that’s for sure, he was used to getting what he wanted. To refuse him is to disrespect him, that’s what he was brought up on. His sultry voice is all but a lure, a crossed fingered promise of something more.

You knew better than to fall for his cheap tricks and sweet words. You’d been his trusted personal servant for years. Still he’d try his luck as he always did.