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I probably would've gone further if my brain didn’t kick in when it did, giving me some common sense. For some reason, I care what Zeev thinks about me and I don’t want him to think that I’m easy. That’s when my bladder decides to remind me of it and the need to go pee.

I disentangle myself from the man as gently and quietly as possible. I don’t want to wake him. I got the impression that he isn't the type of guy that gets a lot of sleep. Rushing to the bathroom and relieving my bladder, I take a look at myself in the mirror.

I don’t even recognize the person looking back at me. Being locked up in Grandmother’s house for so fucking long. I will never be able to return to the life I loved. Grandmother and Nicholas will always be after me.

I’m hoping that Zeev will be able to give me the answers that I need and can help me disappear. Walking back into the living room area, the first thing that hits me is the smell of coffee. Zeev must’ve woken up while I was in the bathroom.

My legs start to move toward the coffee pot before I even realize it. I only make it as far as the couch when a mug appears in front of me. I look to my left and realize Zeev is there with a small smirk on his face.

After my first sip of the coffee, a loud moan passes my lips. Zeev gives me a look I can’t decipher as he steps closer and grips my side, kissing my neck.

“You can’t make sounds like that, and expect me not to act.”

Blush creeps up my pale skin and I splutter my coffee, clearing my throat. Zeev seems to want to emphasize this by whispering against my skin.

“The only time I want to hear those sounds is if your lips are wrapped around my cock.”

My whole body starts to heat within, imagining myself dropping to my knees. What would he taste like? I bet it would be as incredible as his kiss last night.

Needing to cool down I step away and place my coffee on the counter.

“This morning was the first time I’ve slept well since Grandmother locked me in the house,” I blurted out to change the subject.

Chapter 10

Zeev

I allow her to step away from me, giving her the space she seems to crave at the moment, but not allowing her to go too far. I walk over to the coffee and pour myself another cup while she tries to change the subject.

“You needed it,” I responded, looking at her from the rim of my coffee cup. I need to find out why she was locked in the mansion and what she knows. Finishing up my coffee and rinsing out my cup in the sink, I turn to look at her sitting on the stool.

This morning when we got here, we didn’t get much past her adorable rambling when she started to lose it. Now that she’s calm and has gotten some rest, it’s time to get answers. I dive into my questions.

“Why did you run from your grandmother’s house?”

“Long story short is that she’s sick and asked me to come down to talk to her and then ambushed me. I found out that my family is head of Le Milieu, known as The Wolves and she wants me to take over, leaving my business behind. Then on top of that, she wants me to marry some psycho who I don’t even know named Nicholas, and I’m pretty sure he killed my parents.” She's rambling again, her voice getting slightly higher with each admission.

I move closer to her as she continues, placing my hands on her shoulders. She looks at me, her eyes glossy with unshed tears then she looks away. I have so many more questions now. Old Lady Marelle sure has been busy, outside her normal ventures. I start to ask follow-up questions to get more answers.

“Do you want to take over for your grandmother?”

She starts again. “No, I didn’t even know that my family was a bunch of criminals. I just thought we were normal people. She kept dropping hints that she was the reason my parents were killed when I was little. She told me that if I didn’t do what she wanted me to do, I would be killed too.”

Now panting, her voice rises even more as she blurts out. “I know how they died because I saw it! I was only eight years old when they were murdered in front of me!!!”

“It’s ok, Red…take a breath,” I interrupt her, seeing that she’s getting so worked up. “Look at me, Blanche. Let’s take another deep breath. Follow me, in…and out…there you go, baby. That’s it.”

As she starts to calm down, I try to distract her by giving her some of my own story. “My parents were also murdered when I was twelve. I didn’t have any family. I moved from one foster home to the next but spent most of my time in these woods. Then once I was old enough, I built this cabin and stayed here."

Needing a break from my own depressing story, I change the subject. "Red, why don’t I make us some lunch?”

She responds with a soft voice, “I’m hungry. I’m going to go to the bathroom first.”

I go to the fridge and start to make lunch, grabbing everything to make a sandwich. Spreading the mustard across the bread, I place the ham and cheese on top. Returning to the fridge, I grab the lettuce and tomato to add to the sandwich.

Blanche returns to the kitchen. Seeing her in my clothes, the beast inside of me starts to roar. My brain keeps repeating, Mine, Mine, Mine.

If I could keep her this way forever, I would. I don’t want to let her leave, but I still need her to help me destroy her grandmother. After everything she just told me, I don’t think it’ll be too hard to convince her. I motion to the stools at the bar.

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