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.
THIS BOOK IS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.