Page 71 of Blood Mosaic

“So you manipulated my memories already. So why am I…?” She clamped her lips shut, and her cheeks grew red.

“Still attracted to me? Stilltempted? Still having warm feelings for the monster who has captured you?” Oleg lifted his chin. “I can manipulate memories, not feelings. I can make you tell the truth, but I cannot make you attracted to me. I cannot force you to care for me. That’s not what amnis does.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Tell me, how did you feel about Zara?”

She opened her mouth, then pressed her lips together.

Oleg uncrossed his legs and leaned forward across Tatyana’s desk. “How did you feel about her?”

“I didn’t like her.” Tatyana’s voice was soft. “She could be… enthralling. It was impossible to ignore her when she walked into a room. When she was talking to you, paying attention to you, it was as if you were the most fascinating person in the world.”

“But how did youfeelabout her?”

Tatyana swallowed hard. “I disliked her. I didn’t trust her. I got a sour taste at the back of my throat every time she came to my house, and I could never understand why.”

“Because she manipulated your memories, but she couldn’t change your heart or your intuition. Your mind is strong, Tatyana. It’s one of the things I find so attractive.”

Her cheeks burned with red, but she leaned forward on her desk, boldly entering his space. “I still don’t need a man.”

“And as I pointed out before, I am not a man.” His eyes dropped to the perfect curve of her upper lip. “If I kissed you?—”

“I’d bite your lip so hard you’d bleed.”

Oleg was instantly aroused. His cock grew heavy at the thought. “Good. Let me know where I can biteyou. It’s only fair.”

She sucked in a breath and leaned back. “Stop.”

“There’s a particular spot on the inside of a woman’s thigh where the taste of her blood and the taste of her?—”

“Stop.” She put her hand over his mouth.

Oleg parted his lips and gently took her finger between his teeth, teasing the inside of her knuckles with the tip of his tongue while his elongated fangs dug into the soft flesh.

Her heart was racing, and the scent of her arousal bloomed around her. Sweet blood. Sweeter honey between her thighs.

I will take you on the desk, fuck you with my fingers, and drink your blood when you’re coming over my hand.

He had to be careful with human women. The first time they had sex, Oleg probably wouldn’t be able to fuck her properly, but he could sate his hunger a bit and bring her all the pleasure she wanted.

Sexual novelty did not breed self-control, and he was a fire vampire.

Oleg held his hand up and snapped, bringing the warm glow of fire to his fingertips. He kept the flames light, tickling along his fingertips as he ran them over her wrist. She wouldn’t feel the burn, but she’d feel the sensation of his element.

The hairs on her forearms stood up, burning away at the touch of his fire.

He pressed his lips to her fingers in a lingering kiss before he pulled away. “I look forward to your bite, little wolf.”

“You’re manipulating me now.” Her heart was pounding. “This is your amnis. This is?—”

“It is not.” Oleg smiled a little bit. “And you know it.”

She opened her mouth as if to protest again, but he cut her off before she could speak.

“Zara is missing.”

It was as if a frosty wind blew through the room. Tatyana’s face drained of color. Her hand dropped to the desk.

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