Page 35 of Bewitched By a Vampire

The tailored black jacket and slacks fit his tall, athletic frame perfectly, accentuating it and stirring that wicked heat he made her feel into a wildfire that burned up her blood. She wasn’t sure when she had become a sucker for a man in a fine suit, but apparently she was. The sight of him in it, even his expensive shoes, had her belly fluttering and desire rushing to the fore, flooding her with a need to peel it off him and reveal the honed body she was sure it concealed.

So much for being focused on her mission.

Whenever Night was away from her, she set her mind on her task and was determined to do it.

Whenever he was near her, she did a one-eighty, forgetting her mission and growing determined to do him instead.

Lilian groaned and sank into a crouch to put the plates away, hiding in her work.

“Have you not eaten yet?” His tone was stern and a little demanding.

She glanced at him and caught him giving the canisters a look that was close to longing.

“Same question to you,” she countered as she straightened. “Have you eaten?”

He shrugged, and even that was sexy.

She wanted to groan again. Maybe palm her face. What was wrong with her? What was it about this vampire that had every hormone in her body firing at once, craving him and willing to do whatever it took to have him? She tried to shut down her unruly desires, but his gaze collided with hers again, rousing it back to a painful level.

Unable to trust herself when she was near him, she hurried to the other side of the table and warmed her hands on the Aga.

Night was silent, his gaze on her back searing her, flooding her with an urge to look at him.

She denied it.

A strained minute passed and then another, and she could feel each second as it ticked past, growing aware that she would have to move soon or he might come to her.

“Do you want to belong to my brother?” His deep voice seemed louder than normal and she stilled and stared at the stove as she considered the answer to that question. He continued before she could figure out what to tell him. “Have you come to want it despite how things started between you?”

“No.” She turned on him, close to cursing herself when that word burst from her lips, because she was supposed to be sticking to the plan, not revealing her true feelings and fears to Night.

She immediately regretted denying it when he continued.

“Have you tried to escape before last night?” He moved a step closer to her, his hard expression demanding an answer.

She shook her head and wished she hadn’t when his face darkened and his jaw tensed, and she swore she saw disappointment in his eyes.

“You have been with my brother, serving in this household, for some time and you were not being held under lock and key.” His tone turned colder and colder, and then he looked away from her and scowled at the dresser beside him. “You are not a prisoner here. Grave is right about that.”

Lilian wanted to curse his brother. He had been putting things in Night’s head, making him look more closely at her situation and now he was seeing things that might lead to him growing suspicious of her.

“I haven’t been here that long.” She risked a step towards him, nearing the corner of the table and snaring his attention again. His pale blue eyes were piercing. Far too calculating. She furrowed her brow. “Bastian only brought me here a week ago and I’ve been too afraid of him to leave.”

Night moved towards her, his steps measured as he held her gaze. Sensual. A predator. Sucking the air from the kitchen.

“You are not afraid of me,” he husked and her entire body trembled in response to the way he looked at her, as if he wanted to devour her, and the wicked sound of his voice.

“I did try to leave.” She hurried away from him, shivering as his gaze tracked her.

When she reached the far end of the table, he pivoted to face her and leaned against a wooden post beside the Aga, folding his arms across his chest again.

Lilian tried to ignore him as she opened the first canister and poured it down the drain, but it was impossible. By the third canister, the air in the room felt too heavy, as if it was pressing down on her. She glanced at him, finding him still staring at her. Watching her.

Studying her.

She had the terrible feeling he was looking for something.

What?

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