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“Now, April. Or you will regret your stubbornness.” The points of his fangs poke out from under his upper lip and a cruel, humorless smile sends a shiver of fear down my spine.
I’m nothing if not a mule.
“Make me.” Lifting my chin up, I stare down my nose at him.
It happens so fast. In my idiocy, I believed he couldn’t stand a second of sunlight on him. But Sebastian is not your typical vampire. Oh, no. I’m not that lucky to end up with one of those suckers. As per usual, I get stuck with the asshole of them all, as old as Earth itself, to boss me around.
One moment, I’m glaring at the jerk Sebastian. The next, the room tilts and blurs around me, my world turning upside downwhen I’m thrown over a meaty shoulder. My hair sways on the back of his muscular thighs and my ass is lifted in the air. A beefy arm wraps around my legs, pressing them to a firm chest as I’m carried through the hallways like an animal ready to be slaughtered. Pounding my fists on his kidneys, I make Sebastian stumble, and growl like a feral animal.
“Put me down, you jerk!” Screeching like a banshee, I keep hitting him with my fists. “I will rip your throat out!”
Jostling me around, he makes my head spin for a second. “I’m going to spank your ass until you beg for mercy for this one, April.” My heart lodges in my throat, and to my embarrassment, wetness slicks my thighs. “And you will beg.” Chuckling, he sniffs the air and his feet falter for a step. “Oh, how you will beg.”
Like a pathetic idiot, I stop fighting him, my whimper making him chuckle.
Well, fuck.
Chapter Forty-One
To my horror, as soon as Sebastian crosses the threshold of the penthouse, with Andrei holding the door open for him, his large palm connects with my ass and a loud smack splits the air. My upper body jerks upward, lifting me ramrod straight in his arms, and I see Andrei gaping at me, his blue eyes wide.
“You didn’t!” Outraged at his audacity, I do the one thing I’m sure freaks him out.
I bite him.
Sinking my fangs in the only area reachable, where I don’t need to twist like a pretzel, I bite his thigh, making him stumble and drop on his knees. Jittery with the excitement that always follows the taste of blood, I lock my jaw more firmly around the muscle, hating the fabric of his pants for getting in my way. The groan rumbling through him and vibrating my chest is not the sound I expected. At all.
“Out!” The words are dark and dangerous, sending apprehension straight to my heart.
What the hell were you thinking?That stupid voice in my head screams a bit too late, as usual. Hindsight and all that.
The soft click of the front door closing and the deathly silence surrounding us makes my heart skip a beat before jackhammering against my ribcage. Sebastian stays on his knees, his fingers tightening around my leg. His breathing is harsh, so unlike his furtive self that I am accustomed to. It brings dread like icy fingers crawling up my spine.
You are not a scared little human, April. You are a monster, too.For once, the voice says something useful, and even at the right time.
Gathering the anger around me like a cloak, I yank my fangs from his thigh, ripping fabric and muscle along with it. The snarl he sends my way only fuels my crazed state. Taking advantage of his distraction, I flip my legs over his head, gripping his lower back for leverage. Landing just a hairsbreadth away from the closed front door, I crouch, hissing like a pissed off cat. I’m going to scratch his eyes out, too, if he comes any nearer.
He turns around slowly, ignoring the blood gushing from the back of his leg. Power pours out of him in waves, pressing on my chest like a tank. I glance down for a split second, making sure my ribs won’t crack open by the strength he blasts my way. Everything in me wants to submit, to obey and beg forgiveness.
Everything but the survivor in me.
That tiny piece of my soul that keeps refusing to accept the fact I’m a monster struggles and fights to be heard. And I grasp it with both hands, holding on for dear life. Grinding my teeth, my fangs biting in my lower lip and sending small rivulets of blood down my chin, I square off with Sebastian. Our eyes are locked, his intent gaze daring me to keep on fighting him. That’s one thing I’m willing to obey.
Striking like a viper, he pins me to the door, the doorknob stabbing in my lower back and pushing me closer to his chest. His kissable lips are lifted at the corners, sending a thrill through me. His face is so close I can feel his breath on my face, and itraises goosebumps over my arms and legs. His pupils are blown, overtaking the dark color of his eyes, the long, thick lashes framing the black holes while they try to suck me in.
“Get the fuck off me.” My words are breathless, and I hate it.
“Or what, April?” His lips graze mine when he speaks. “You will bite me again?” Cocking his head, one eyebrow lifts in an arch, mocking me. “Go ahead, my redemption. I freely give you the sustenance you need.”
When I hesitate, he chuckles darkly, my whole body quivering from the sound. “Go on,” he dares me. “Take what you need.”
“No.” My rebuttal is faint, stretching his smirk.
“Oh, but you will, little one. I can feel your hunger.” A knowing look enters his gaze, tightening my belly. “You cannot fight it for much longer.”
I gape, stunned when he tilts his head, baring the column of his neck to my throbbing fangs. My mouth waters, the scent of blood now dripping sluggishly down his thigh, mingling with his cologne and his natural scent and pushing my insanity to a point of no return. My back arches on its own accord, bowing me away from the door and pressing my heavy breasts to his firm chest. The pressure entices a low moan, which is answered by the tightening of Sebastian’s hands on my hips.
The taste of his blood is still on my tongue, and I remember the taste of his mouth when he devoured a piece of me with his kiss. Unable to control my reaction to his nearness, I jerk forward, trying to capture his lips. He pulls back, making me chase his mouth in my desperation to feel him connected to me in any way. Chuckling, he looks down at me, his hunger matching my own.
