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Just as the doors opened, his cell phone rang, the receptionist advising hih hih that there was no chance he’d set her free before satiating his hunger “I’ll escort her up,” he said
The receptionist looked up at him the instant he exited onto the lobby floor, tension around her pretty mouth “Sir, there’s—”
“D, he found a voluptuous blonde pushing off the here she’d apparently been waiting “Car a couple of yards away “Do you have business in the Tower?” He waved off a guard who approached—the reason why Carmen had been allowed to make it to the lobby was the reason why she was D human, her hair tousled as if she’d rolled out of bed a second ago—though her lips were painted to perfection, her big blue eyes outlined in kohl—put her hand on his chest, stroking down to curl her fingers into his lapel “I have business with you” Nothing if not elegant in her sultry sexuality, she angled her head a fraction to the left
He didn’this hand on her wrist, he pulled off her oith a gentleness she mistook for care Until he said, “We fked once, Carlittering with an eer, but ran as hot “God, you’re a bastard” A flush across the creamy tops of her brsts, exposed by the deep neck of the businesslike sheath that encased her body “I’ll do anything you want”
“I know” It was part of the reason he’d never again take her to his bed She’d been too willing fro—liked his women soft and elcome—Carmen wanted more than sex
Dmitri didn’t Not with her Not with any woman “Go home, Carmen”
She pushed herself into hiray antly sexy or not, she wasn’t wearing a bra “Just once er in her pulse “I want to feel your fangs breaking through asmic “Please, just once”
“Any vampire will do, Carmen We both know that” She’d become addicted to the pleasure a va he hadn’t realized until after he’d taken her to bed “I don’t fk and feed from the same woman” It was an ironclad rule
Her hands clenched on the lapels of his suit “Anything, Dmitri”
“You don’t want to say that to me” He allowed the cold, dark predator within him to rise to the surface, to fill his eyes as he lowered his voice to hold pure, silken menace “I don’t play nice and I never stop when asked” Raising his finger, he touched it almost delicately to her cheekbone, the violence in him a pitiless blade as a result of the un to surface “Do you want me to hurt you?”
Carmen hite, didn’t resist when one of the vampires on watch put a hand on her aro, he turned to Honor “Now, you,” henever lost awareness of the staccato beat of her pulse, the jagged spike of her breath, the subtle complexity of her scent “You, I want to say those words to et off on er in those wordsand so reached her, he smiled and knew from the look in her eyes that he’d let a little too h, the blade too lethal “Good,” he murmured “It’ll make it sweeter when I do have you”