Page 25 of Death Deals

Still staring at the ridiculous renovation show, I pressed my lips together, unsure how to respond to that.

Because it was what I was used to?

Because I didn’t know anything else?

Because I was scared?

Was there anall aboveoption?

But saying any of those out loud seemed pitiful.

“I believe giving in is just what you need,” he said, his gaze darkening on me.

I huffed. “Are you trying to convince me that all my problems can be solved by your dick?”

“Solved, no,” he replied. “But the kind of intimacy I’m proposing isn’t the kind I’m sure you’re used to.”

What was that supposed to mean?

“I don’tknowyou,” I replied sharply.

“That’s what makes this arrangement even more perfect,” he said sliding himself closer. “There’s nothing to lose.”

Something touched my bare shoulder, and when I glanced down, I saw his hooded eyes peering up at me while his lips pressed against my skin. Every nerve ending in my body sparked to life instantly.

“Give in to me,” he whispered, his mouth brushing against me as he spoke, sending delicious tingles all over me. “I can set you free.”

With my head a muddled mess, the wordyeshovered on my tongue. I didn’t know what he was talking about exactly with setting me free and all that, but god, did I want to take a chance and find out.

He pressed another kiss against my shoulder, his tongue coming out to tease my heated flesh, and this time, when he looked up at me, I could see his fangs had descended.

A sweet mix of fear and pleasure stirred awake inside me. “I-I—”

His hand snaked its way up my leg, settling in between my thighs. Even though thick jean material separated us, I could still feel his fingers pressing against me and finding my most sensitive spot with ease.

I sucked in a sharp breath—I couldn’t help it—and my hand reflectively clamped around his arm to stop him. Our gazes met.

“All you have to do is tell me no,” he breathed. “Tell me no, and I’ll leave you be for the rest of our time together.”

My mouth opened to say it, but no sound emerged. My mind demanded for me to get on with it—scream it, dammit, but it wouldn’t come out.

Icouldn’tsay it.

His thumb brushed along my jean’s seam, and the simple gesture had me twitching. I wasn’t sure if it was the blood connection between us or what, but I felt like everything was buzzing with electricity.

My grip on his arm tightened, my nails digging in. He growled.

“Surrender, Blackwell,” he said. “Surrender to me, and I’ll give you what you need.”

The conflict warring inside me was painful. Another flick of his thumb over my jeans and my fingers began to ease from around his arm.

Finally, I let go completely, my hand dropping to my side.

A pleased rumble sounded from his throat. “Good.” With his eyes still glued to mine, his same hand traveled up, toward the clasp on my pants. I didn’t move, my breathing speeding up.

Then, he stopped. His head whipped toward the elevator’s door as if he’d heard something.

“What?” I asked, the magic of the moment diminishing. “What is it?”

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