Page 82 of My Sweet Poison
“Have you changed your mind? Are you going to kill me now?”
CHAPTER 40
MADISON
Isat up so quickly a wave of sudsy water sloshed over the edge of the tub. “How did you get in here? I locked the door.”
He stood there, silent, staring at me.
My towel was out of reach, and I had no washcloth.
I sank low in the water and scooped an armful of bubbles up to my chest. “What do you want?”
A flash of lightning illuminated the room as Pierce stepped forward. The Tudor grid pattern on the windows shadowed his face in slash marks.
A bandage covered the gash on his forehead. He’d changed into a dark blue robe.
My eyes flickered to the mirror as he passed. My fevered imagination half expected him not to have a reflection. If ever I was to believe in vampires, now would be the moment.
My heart beat so fast my head spun.
I drew my knees up to my chest. “I want you to leave.”
He stalked closer to the tub.
His arm stretched out.
Mesmerized, I watched his long fingers dangle over the water’s edge before dipping just below. His touch sent ripplesalong the surface, as if the very water was trembling from the contact.
My breath caught in my throat when his fingers swept over my knee then trailed along the water, to hover just above the bubbles covering my breasts.
He stared down at me with those sharp, sterling silver eyes of his that gave away nothing.
Using the tip of his finger, he popped one bubble, then another. And another.
The lit candles cast shifting shadows on the wall. The only sound in the room was the patter of rain against the windowpanes.
He caressed the top curve of my breast through the soap bubbles. “I can’t get the image of your breasts out of my mind. The way they looked in your lace bra, bared to the wind and rain on that cliff’s edge. So beautiful.”
He reached for the belt of his robe and slowly pulled on the knot. It slipped open.
He met my gaze. “Do you have any idea how much you fascinate me, Madison?”
I stared at his muscled chest as he shrugged out of his robe and let it fall to the floor. He was still wearing his suit trousers from earlier. Drips of dried blood trailed from his head wound.
I remained silent.
He raised one eyebrow as he reached for the fastening of his trousers. “Do you?”
I licked my lips. “No.”
He flicked open the top button. He smiled, but it was without mirth. “No. Of course not. Innocent creatures like you never know your effect on evil, jaded men like me.”
His trousers slipped low. He was all hard muscle and tanned skin.
He gripped the opposite sides of the tub with both hands and leaned in close until his face was only inches from mine. “Tell me. How many times did you fuck my brother?”
Goosebumps rose along my arms.
