Page 48 of Death Deals

“Feel free to prove me wrong any time.” His lust-filled voice rumbled deep in his throat. He was referring to me revealing my power to Queen Imani, despite his orders not to. Risky but it had saved our asses.

“I’ll remember that,” I breathed before he pulled me in and claimed my mouth again. His tongue swirled with mine, driving me mad.

His hands tangled in my hair, pulling and tugging, blurring the line between pain and pleasure. Yeah, it hurt, but his insatiable hunger mixed with the heat of the kiss only made my libido spike.

I knew it was the power his blood had over me. Iknewit.But did I care at the moment? Absolutely not. I was done fighting it, and from his urgency and aggression, he was done playing nice.

My eyes opened briefly to see the LED numbers above the door getting closer to our stop. Then, in the opposite corner, a domed camera with its lens pointed straight at us.

Noticing my hesitation, Andre pulled back. “What is it?” he asked, breathless.

“There’s a camera in the elevator,” I whispered, nodding toward it and suddenly feeling uncomfortable about being watched.

Andre glanced at it, and when he turned back to me, a mischievous smile teased his lips. “Well, let’s give them a show, then.”

Before I could protest, he grabbed my thighs and lifted me off the ground. In one swift motion, my back was up against the wall and my legs were around his waist, his erection pushing against my jeans. I yelped in surprise.

He kissed me with even more fervor than before. How that was even possible, I had no clue, but he managed it. I was hot all over as he ground against me. When his head dipped, his lips trailing down my chin and to the curve of my neck, I moaned.

Something sharp grazed across my flesh—his fangs—and every nerve inside me awakened at once.

Do it. Bite me.

My own thoughts surprised me. I’d come this far swearing I’d never be a vampire’s meal again, and here I was silently begging him to do just that.

He continued to kiss and nip along my artery to my collarbone and back up, the pain quick, like a pinch. He was careful not to press hard enough to puncture the skin or hurt. Only to tease.

My gaze found the security camera again. Right then, if he decided to strip me naked and fuck me senseless—camera or not—I wouldn’t have stopped him. I may have been shy about it at first, but there was something thrilling about the possibility of being caught in the act. Especially with him.

The robotic woman’s voice said we’d arrived on our floor and the doors opened, but that didn’t stop him. With my legs firmly around his waist, he carried me into the suite, throwing one last wink the camera’s way.

I don’t know why, but his boldness turned me on.

Like he needed help in that department.

Walking us farther into the room, he gripped my thighs hard enough to leave bruises, his strength shocking me a bit. He really wasn’t holding back.

The loud ring of a cellphone sounded, and something vibrated against the inside of my leg.

I thought he’d might ignore it because he continued leaving hot kisses along the bare skin of my shoulder, but when the phone chimed again, his muscles tightened with anger under my hands.

Growling, Andre pulled away from me and set my feet back on the ground, furious to be interruptedagain, this time by an inanimate object. I shared that feeling, running a frustrated hand through my knotted hair.

He ripped his cellphone out of his pocket, looked at the screen, and pressed the pick-up button hard enough to dent the thing.

“What?” he barked. Whoever answered on the other end made him stand a little straighter and amusement pass over his face. He definitely knew the caller. Glancing at me, his voice smoothed over. “What do I owe this pleasure?”

Confused by the sudden change in him, I crossed my arms and waited. Someone who’d made him instantly forget about sex? Who had the power to do such a thing?

“I don’t think that is any of your business,” he said to the person on the line, whose murmurs were sounding angrier by the second. My money was on it being Cassandra. She was probably giving him some kind of untimely update about the club or something.

Then, Andre sighed heavily. “Yes, fine. Just a minute.” He held out the phone to me.

I stared at it blankly. “Um, what?”

“It’s for you,” he said, appearing more bored than anything else.

As I took the phone, he walked back into the elevator.

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