Mated to my Fiance's Father

Bella;

I feel strange…

I’m being walked by my fiancé Marcus Valerone down the hallway of his family’s manor as he escorts me up to his room to retire for the night, after a successful dinner and officially meeting his father, Lord Vincent Valerone for the first time.

And with this being the first time I’ve ever met his father in person before, I have to admit that I’m a little curious about Lord Valerone and his… appetites.

What can I say, the man intrigues me… not to mention the fact that he’s super fucking hot!

Sure, I know that he is a vampire, just like Marcus is.

But Lord Valerone is… well, he’s different somehow.

Far more mysterious.

And he doesn’t look older than Marcus at all.

Like I said, for a father of someone Marcus’ age, he’s smoking hot.

As we walk along at a hurried pace, Marcus supports me under my arm and I feel as if the wine has gotten to me a little more than I had anticipated.

I feel drowsy… tipsy perhaps.

But I don’t remember having that much wine tonight.

In fact, I’m certain I only had a glass at most.

What is wrong with me?

Why do I feel like this?

Marcus;

I’m walking my fiancé along on our way up to my room with one thing in mind.

Tonight I’m going to fuck my fiancée for the first time… finally!

After months of nothing, not even getting to feel her up, I’m going to have her all to myself tonight.

I’m going to do things to her that she probably couldn’t even begin to imagine.

And I’m going to taste her too.

I can already smell her sweet-scented blood as we walk along side by side, with my arm supporting her.

Fuck she smells good.

How have I not tasted her before now?

I support Bella under her left arm, walking her along as she looks to me gratefully through her hooded brown eyes, drugged by the aphrodisiacs that Cynthia laced her wine with earlier on this evening.

Cynthia is a maid who works here at my family’s manor and she and I are very close.

A little too close, perhaps.

She’s my toy, but lately she’s become quite clingy.

Ever since the engagement between Bella and I was first made public two months ago.

But I can’t think about Cynthia right now.

All I’m thinking about is what my fiancée’s body will look like underneath her gown.

I’m going to enjoy tearing this gown off her with my claws and teeth soon enough.

We finally reach my bedroom, and I carefully support Bella while opening the door, then guiding her inside.

She moans, clearly affected by the drugs flowing freely within her system and I know that she wants me.

Fuck, I want her too.

I’ve wanted to claim this body of hers since the moment I first met her, two months ago.

She was introduced to me as my new fiancée, due to some agreement made between my father and her parents at the time of her birth, twenty-one years ago.

Apparently, I’ve been engaged to Bella since she was born, but I only found out about it two months ago.

And if I’m honest, it still pisses me off a little… that I have no say in my future choice of who to marry.

But in all honesty, Bella is pretty hot, so I can’t complain.

Even if I continue fucking other women on the side as well as her, just as I plan to.

Bella has long wavy bleach blonde hair that comes down to her middle back and these warm brown eyes that illuminate in the light, with flecks of gold and orange.

And her lips… they’re so fucking luscious.

I could kiss them all fucking day long.

Don’t even get me started on this killer body of hers…

The moment I saw her for the first time I knew I would enjoy having her, and tonight that time has finally come.

Our engagement is to merge our family’s company, Valerone Ventures together with Bella’s family’s company Thornton Incorporated, increasing both our power and prestige within the business world.

Not that our family needs more wealth and power… we’re untouchable in the business world.

The Valerones are the biggest name in our industry.

Especially my father, Lord Vincent Valerone… nobody messes with him.

Now inside the bedroom, I close the door and make sure to lock it before walking Bella over towards the large king-sized bed at the far wall.

She continues to moan, only stirring my already hard cock beneath my pants.

“Here we are, dearest.” I speak comfortingly to her as I help her to lay down on the mattress, then stand looming over her hungrily.

Her eyes remain heavily hooded as she looks up at me with an innocent smile and I feel a predatory hunger stirring from within me.

I can’t wait to be buried deep inside her.

I begin by removing my suit jacket, then loosening my tie and pulling it up over my head.

‘Knock-knock-knock…’

The frantic sound of someone knocking at my door alerts me to glance over in the door’s direction and I frown, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

“God damn it.” I mutter underneath my breath.

Who now?

I cross the length of the bedroom within several strides and unlock the door, swinging it wide open to find…

“You…” I speak knowingly as soon as our eyes meet.

It’s Cynthia, the maid.

My sex toy.

She gives me a subtle smirk before suddenly launching into my arms and kissing me passionately on the lips.

At first, I give into my desires and kiss her back hungrily, but then rational reason comes to mind, and I quickly pull her away, then glance in the direction of where Bella still lays on her back over the mattress.

She hasn’t seen us yet.

“Marcus, baby… what is it?” Cynthia coos.

“What’s wrong?”

“Not here.” I urge her with a frown.

“She might be able to hear us.”

Cynthia’s smirk widens and she takes my arm, leading me out into the adjacent hallway to talk privately before closing the door behind us.

“Baby, come and spend the night with me.” she offers herself to me like the slut she is, moving her manicured fingernails over my back as she looks up into my bright yellow eyes with desire.

“I want to please you tonight. In every… possible… way…”

She kisses my lips gently, then pulls back to gage my reaction.

Fuck…

I thought I was finally going to have Bella tonight.

That was the plan anyway.

That’s why I had her drugged like this.

But how can I say no to Cynthia when she looks this fucking enticing?

My eyes rake over her from head to toe and I feel my cock harden even more, until it’s pulsing painfully.

I lick my dry lips as my eyes trail down towards her heaving breasts, pressed together there in front of me.

“I had plans…” I mutter my thoughts aloud.

But she’s not taking no for an answer.

Now her hand is trailing down the length of my chest and towards my crotch.

Fuck…

“I’ll let you do anything you want to me tonight, baby.” Cynthia offers, her smirk widening into a knowing grin.

“And I do mean… anything.”

And just like that, she’s got me.

Hook… line… and sinker.

I grab the back of her neck and pull her into a frenzied kiss, my mouth slams hard over hers as I claim her tongue with my own.

I stick my tongue right down the back of her throat, massaging everywhere as our kiss grows in intensity.

My hands are ravaging her outfit already, pulling at it and tearing away fabric.

It takes everything for me to pause and pull apart for a moment before I fuck her right there in the hallway.

I look her in the eye as I give my next command.

“Guest room. Right now.” I order breathily.

And she obeys, turning on her heel and strutting along in front of me down the hallway headed towards her bedroom, with me following along behind.

Sorry Bella… you’re going to have to wait…

Vincent;

I can’t seem to get that girl out of my head, no matter how hard I try.

Marcus’ new fiancée, Bella Thornton.

Fuck, she’s beyond gorgeous.

Far more beautiful in person than in her pictures, though in truth this isn’t the first time I’ve seen her in person.

I’ve seen her many times in passing and from afar, though I’ve never presented myself to her in person in the entire two months that she and my son have been engaged.

There was no point until tonight’s dinner.

After all, she is Marcus’ fiancée.

And that scent of hers…

Fuck me!

I could smell her from opposite end of the table!

I honestly don’t know how I managed to restrain myself at dinner, barely getting through it with a raging hard on hidden down beneath the dining room table.

That girl…

But she’s Marcus’ woman.

Not mine.

I can never have her.

Needing serious release, I make a call to one of my usual escorts, a h named Astella to come around so that I can take all my sexual frustrations out on her.

I have a shower to cleanse myself prior to our meeting.

I’m going to fuck Astella’s brains out tonight.

My son might even hear us, I have no doubt we’ll be loud enough.

As I head into the ensuite, I expect Astella to be waiting for me in my bed by the time I’m done and make sure to turn down the lights, using my powers to light countless candles with the flick of a wrist to set the mood.

Bella;

My head is swimming and I feel incredibly hot all over.

And so fucking horny.

Oh my god, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this aroused in all my entire life!

My panties are fucking soaked!

But where did Marcus go?

He was here a minute ago, wasn’t he?

I swear he was.

I sit myself upright in the bed and glance around his bedroom, taking in the sights for a moment.

The room is large and only lit by several lamps around the outer edges of the bedroom.

“Marcus?” I call out, waiting for a reply from him, but there’s nothing.

Maybe he’s in the ensuite freshening up.

“Marcus? You in there?” I try again.

But there is no response.

Nothing but silence.

“Marcus?” I ask again, this time climbing out of bed and moving to stand, then carefully wandering around the room.

I make my way over towards the ensuite, expecting to see the light on inside but it’s off.

Strange…

I take one last look around the empty yet luxurious room before then making a decision.

I reach into my purse and pull out my phone, dialling Marcus’ number and lifting the phone up towards my ear.

I hear it ringing but then it cuts out, as if someone turned it off or something.

“What? Why isn’t he answering his phone?” I ask myself with a frown.

My vision is slightly blurred as I blink, trying to rid myself of the strange feeling overpowering my entire body right now.

So… fucking… hot…

My clothes feel far too tight, constricting even.

I make a decision.

I’m going to go and find Marcus, wherever he is.

I don’t want to be left alone in here, especially feeling like this.

I need him… badly.

It’s not that I have any feelings for Marcus, we hardly even know one another, having only met a couple of months ago for the first time.

But my entire body is craving the need to be fucked.

And I think I’m finally ready to give myself to him… entirely.

After all, he is my fiancé.

I make my way across the bedroom and reach the door, opening it and stepping out into the hallway.

No sign of him either.

In a dazed state, I continue wandering along down the length of the hallway, until I reach the double doors right at the end.

It’s a dead end.

Unsure of what else to do, I try the handle of the double door in front of me and find it to be unlocked.

Maybe Marcus is in there.

I slowly open one of the doors and peer inside to find a dimly lit bedroom three times the size of the room I had just come from.

It’s humongous and filled with modern looking furniture.

Including a bed bigger than any I have ever seen before in my entire life.

And candles appear to fill the entire room, all lit and giving the room a strangely warm vibe, though it’s still quite dark inside.

As I step into the room, I peer around for any signs of him.

And that’s when I hear the sound of running water and see the ensuite light is on.

I sigh.

There he is…

Marcus must be having a shower before returning to me.

Smiling, I decide to assist him by unzipping my gown and tossing it aside, revealing the specially made lingerie I am wearing underneath it.

Lingerie I wore tonight, just for him.

My lingerie is red and matches the gown I was wearing, with a strapless lace bra, g-string and thigh high stockings connected to a red garter belt.

And still in my heels, I smile as I climb onto the bed, intending on seducing my fiancé tonight.

I’m going to show him that I’m not some weak woman who can be pushed around.

No…

Not anymore.

Tonight, I’m going to blow his fucking mind…