My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 47: I’m a Monster
Viviane couldn’t understand the hatred in Seamus’ eyes.
Those emeralds that once looked at her with tenderness now burned with something else—bitterness, doubt, and a hesitation that made her stomach twist.
He used to be simple, easy to read. Gentle when she needed comfort, fierce when she needed protection.
But now ... now she could feel him slipping away and she was certain it was because of her.
Isolde.
Even the thought of that woman made her blood boil. That thief. That slut.
That centuries-old parasite who dared to trample on her dignity over and over again ... wasn’t she her mother? How could Mother do so?
Viviane shook her head, focused more on the matter of hand than her grim past which couldn’t be changed, the last thing she could do was revenge.
Seamus had always been hers. He was supposed to walk beside her—or stay locked away if that’s what it took—as long as he loved her.
She didn’t care where his newfound strength came from. He would never use it to hurt her. Not him.
Viviane’s lips tightened as the memory of that bloody battle flashed before her eyes. ‘Those bastards ... I’ll kill them once this is over.’
But rejecting Seamus was agony. It burned in her chest like the hot coal her mother once forced down her throat as punishment for not being “good enough.”
And now, the way he looked at her—as if she were the enemy—because of her betrayal ... that hurt far worse.
Without another word, Viviane slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders.
The silk pooled at her waist before sliding to the ground, baring the pale curves of her body.
She saw his eyes flicker—just for a moment—but that was enough. He could deny her all he wanted, but his body never lied.
And sure enough, even with his jaw tight and his glare sharp, his cock stirred beneath his jeans, swelling as her hips ground against him.
“Seamus...” her voice was a low purr, “Don’t worry. I’ll bring you back to who you really are.”
His hand shot up, gripping her waist. But the resistance in his eyes made her smirk.
“I changed because of you,” he spat, his fingers trembling against her skin, trying to get his body control back.
“And you expect me just to forget all of this?”
Liar.
She said it to herself, even when her belief was shaken. Believe that Seamus still wanted her...
“Oh, I will...” she whispered, leaning close until her breath brushed his lips. “I’ll take you back in every way possible.”
Her fingers trailed down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt one by one.
“You promised me forever. You swore it in blood. You can’t break it, Seamus. Not when you made it with me.”
Her tongue traced the line of his chest, tasting the faint tang of blood where his wounds were still healing, fast.
‘Oh he will love this move and then he will be back like usual.’
She moved closer to his face, straddling him, and spread her thighs over his face.
With a sultry hum, her fingers slid between her folds, parting them slowly as her breath hitched.
“Mmh~ Seamus,” she moaned, teasing herself as her golden eyes gleamed down at him, “don’t you want to taste it?”
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