{"id":3259,"date":"2022-09-23T17:51:34","date_gmt":"2022-09-23T17:51:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mazimai.com\/?p=3259"},"modified":"2022-09-23T17:54:37","modified_gmt":"2022-09-23T17:54:37","slug":"mortensons-lust-chapter-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mazimai.com\/?p=3259","title":{"rendered":"Mortenson’s Lust – Chapter 2"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Chapter 2<\/h4>\n\n\n\n
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Outside my apartment still I could feel eyes burning into me, making me look around. That’s when I noticed the sun was rising much earlier than I had expected. That’s when my strange feelings left and the sun rose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I must have got the time wrong because I thought it wasn’t due yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Good job I wasn’t like the vamps in the movies. Yes, I don’t like sunlight, but no, it didn’t kill me. But direct, story sunlight left me in large painful blisters for a while. But I could still go out in it as long as I was well covered and kept in the shade. I, usually, ended up going out dressed in trousers and a long sleeved top with some kind of sun hat to top it off. But I normally tried to keep to the shadowy areas so I didn’t burn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Luckily today I managed to get inside before blistering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I made my way to my bedroom which had blackout blinds, so I was able to sleep in safe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had a pretty peaceful sleep considering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Waking up just after sunset, I got ready for another night at ‘Mortensons Lust.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Getting to the club in good time, I only had to knock a couple of times tonight before being let in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wearing another red dress to match my mask I put it on. Making my way through the double doors and down the stairs to the main room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Looking around, I looked for my target.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have thought about it that much over the last few hours that it had become more of an obsession than a vendetta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn’t see him anywhere, but that wasn’t surprising. I was very early and there wasn’t many people here yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Making my way to the bar I sit down and order a drink and wait.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The club fills up fast and before long there is a sea of people as far as I can see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Turning back to the bar notice a black shape in he corner of my eye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Can I have another of these and whatever she’s having,” The person next to me says.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I turn to see the man I have been looking for sat next to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Turning to the waiting barman, I say, “Thanks, I’ll have the same again.” Then return me gaze back to the guy next to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Looking at him closer he was so handsome, he had very fair clear skin with dark stubble, beautiful grey eyes and dark medium length which fell on his face a little.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Thanks, I’m Marie,” I say holding out my hand and hoping to get his name back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It’s a pleasure. Nice to meet you, Marie. I’m Dario,” He says in a gruff but sexy voice. Then takes my hand and to my surprise brings it up to his mouth and kisses it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Right now I am very happy I’m not mortal otherwise I would be blushing like a tomato.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But as a vampire it is still possible to blush but doesn’t happen so often, thankfully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This guy makes me so hot just by looking at me, It is strange, something I have never really felt before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We don’t really exchange many words, mostly hungry looks. But not hungry for blood. Wink wink\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Feeling very lustful, I was just about to ask him if he wanted to leave with me but was interrupted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Giving me a dark lustful look he spoke again with his sexy voice, “Would you like to leave this place with me, Marie?” I bite my lip and nod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His voice and the way he looks at me makes me so horny that I am having second thoughts about killing him. He sends me a smile that makes me wet and grabs my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leading me across the club and up the stairs, we get a lot of jealous and shocked looks, but not really sure why.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Walking out of the club, he pulls me down a car park off the side of the building.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally stopping at a black muscle car. Looking at him and moving my gaze down to his mouth, which is so kissable right now. The only thing I can do to stop myself from jumping on him is to bite the side of my lip again and try to hold myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Don’t do that,” He says almost sounding like a growl and getting my attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I look at him confused, “Don’t do what?” I say now placing the end of my finger in my mouth nervously and biting it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Saying through a growl again, “Biting your lip and now your finger,” I remove my finger and mouth. ‘What?’ I thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dario sighs, “It’s OK. Get in the car,” He says opening the door for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I look at him for a second before getting in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While he’s getting in the drivers side, I asked, “Where are we going?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He locks the doors and starts up the car, “Back to mine.” He says winking, then smirking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We drove for about half an hour before finally stopping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The drive was spent in silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even though, I was technically a vampire, I still had to keep up the habit of breathing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Which to my surprise was a lot easier than I thought it would be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But from what I have heard on the grapevine, most vampires have trouble doing it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But for some reason I need to do it still every few minutes either way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I think it must be something to do with me being able to go out in the sun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But that is merely a guess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anyway, like I was saying, I still breath regularly – Well, as regular as I can – when I am around humans.
But when I am alone, I just breathe when my body asks me to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The majority of the trip I spent trying to hide my lustful feeling and try and stop my teeth extending.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It has only happened a few times, but when I become extremely sexually aroused, my fangs tend to take on a life of their own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I was comfortable enough that I have calmed myself enough for that not to happen, I stopped focusing on myself and tried to take in the things around me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Including, where the hell he was driving us to?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked out of the window to an unfamiliar landscape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘Crap, maybe I should have insisted we went to mine,’ I thought to myself, with no idea how I would find my way home when I had finally finished with him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For the first time in about five minutes, I take a true breath of air, before continuing with the fake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It’s not until then I notice it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘How did I not notice this before?’ I asked myself internally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

‘Oh yeah, that’s right, because I was too busy lusting after him,’ I answered myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You might think me strange, but spending most of your time by myself, having a conversation with myself in my head became the norm for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To make sure my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me, I took another deep breath through my nose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The same smell from this morning, the one who followed me home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I could smell it now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dario\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yes, it was him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was the person following me when I left the club that early morning or late night. But whichever way you want to put it, it was him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The smell was him.
The person I felt it was him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But why?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I turned my attention back to Dario, who was fully focused on driving.
Almost like in a trance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I think about clearing my throat before I speak.
But no, it would be much funnier to see him jump.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Dario\u2026” I suddenly say without warning, making him jump slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wasn’t too worried about making him crash because I was confident that if anything did happen, my speed would be enough to save the day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lucky though, I had no need to worry, because Dario didn’t lose control of the car at all, not even for a second.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Sorry, I was just thinking,” He said, not elaborating any.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I didn’t mind, because I love the sound of his voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yes, I was curious what or why he was following me, but I will find that out later.
In the comfort of his home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It’s OK. I was just going to ask how much further it is?” I asked in a slightly more cheery sounding voice than I meant to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stalker or not, if his body is anything like his voice and what I can see of his face then I will be a very happy girl tonight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Looking at him reminds me I still have my mask on but so does he\u2026
Maybe it is a fetish or something for him.
So I decide to leave it on or at least for now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dario speaking brings my attention back to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We are almost there now.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

True to his word, less than two minutes later we pulled up outside the largest house I have ever seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Hotel? Flats? Apartments maybe?\u2019 I ask myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Either way, this place was big and very expensive looking.
Which most mean he had some money to be staying \/ living here?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou live here?\u201d I asked in a surprisingly calm tone, as Dario pulled up his car and parked it in a cordoned off spot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, why? Don\u2019t you like it?\u201d
The way he asked it almost sounded as if you were worried or cared for my option.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHang on\u2026 before you answer, you have to get out of the car and look at it properly,\u201d He said cutting me off before I could say a word otherwise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He got out of the car and in a flash was on my side of the car, opening the door for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018I have a strange feeling about this sexy man,\u2019 I found myself saying in thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He held out his hand for me to grab as I exited the car.
I could help but look at him with surprise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He seems like a far cry from the angry, annoy man I first saw only a couple of days ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo, still fancy,\u201d I said out loud, in a nonchalant tone, whilst looking again at the \u2026 Not house\u2026. No, it was more like a\u2026 mansion. Yep, a mansion described it best.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I moved my gaze to Dario, who still was holding my hand.
He seemed unhappy with my reaction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t get me wrong it\u2019s great. Really pretty. It\u2019s just really big and expensive looking,\u201d My confession makes him laugh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s an interesting response. Most women would kill to go inside my house,\u201d He said, sound very cocksure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I raised my eyebrows and cross my arms, taking my hand out of his, making him frown and me feel strangely sad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I just brushed it off and continued with what I was planning on saying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFor someone so sure of themselves, you seemed very \u2026 Hmm, what is the word? Antisocial at the club,\u201d I tease him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not \u2018antisocial.’ I am just picky as to whom I share my company with,\u201d He said looking at me with a strange glint in his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The look made me very nervously and I started to shuffle my feet on the ground, whilst looking down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2018Hang on a second and rewind back.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDid you say your house?\u201d I asked looking back up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He nods with a glint of amusement in his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe whole building?\u201d I try to verify.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, the whole building,\u201d He took hold of my hand again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Which were now, starting to sweat with nerves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Contrary to people’s beliefs vampire can perspire\u2026 Or at least I can.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But don\u2019t ask me why I am feeling nervous, because I have no idea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After all, it\u2019s not like I have never done this kind of thing with a man before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But this time something feels different.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYep, Come on. I will show you the inside,\u201d Dario pulled me behind him before I caught up.
He seemed please that I wasn\u2019t fighting him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But little did either of us know what was to come shortly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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