Page 99 of Wanted

If he wants to force himself inside me and violate my dreams, he might as well make himself useful.

His eyes flash, becoming a bright, burning red. “No.”

“Why not?” I demand.

I may not know where the wall came from or what’s exactly behind it, but there’s one thing I’m sure of.

Ineedit to live.

He’s the one causing the cracks, I know it. He’s damaged the wall by pushing his way in.

Glaring so hard at my wall, I’m afraid he’s going to damage it even more, he growls, “Because you can’t go on living like this.”

“Did you not hear me?” I growl right back, my irritation skyrocketing. “The wall is the only thing keeping me breathing.”

Again, somehow, I know this as an undeniable fact.

“You no longer need it,” he tries to insist. “You have me now.”

At my limit, I shove his hands off me and snap, “You are not the answer to all my problems!”

Getting to my feet, I start to angrily stomp away from him.

But using that damn vampire speed of his, he’s on me before I can take more than a single step.

Grabbing me from behind, he jerks me into him and lowers his mouth to my ear. “Want to bet?

An involuntary shiver travels down my spine and the memory of kissing him flashes inside my mind, unbidden.

“Bet what?” I try to snap back, but it comes out sounding breathless.

“I can fix it all,” he purrs into my ear. “All the pain. All the misery you suffer...”

Twisting me around in his arms, he bends me back and leans over me. “I can make it all go away.”

Pressing his face closer to my face, his dark hair falls forward, framing his sharp cheeks.

He stares deep into my eyes.

Holding me.

Trapping me.

“I can fill the rest of your life with endless pleasures,” he says huskily, as if he knows a secret I don’t know yet.

I want to scoff and accuse him of being too full of himself for his own good.

But the way he’s staring at me, it’s clear he believes every word he says.

“How?” I choke out, a part of me wanting to believe him, too.

Even if it all seems ludicrous.

What would it be like to live every day without the constant misery? Is it even possible?

Is there something he knows that I haven’t considered?

His head dips even closer and he breathes against my lips, “Give yourself to me, fully.”

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