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“Emma…”
I pulled the tissues off my hand. I knew I was insane. I’d lost my mind ten years ago when I’d stripped for him. When I felt his cold cock inside of me. I was obsessed. Or maybe possessed. “Taste me and prove it.”
His Adam’s apple rose and then fell.
Chapter 35
Tuesday
“This isn’t a game, Emma,” Callum said.
“I know it’s not a game. Because onlyyoucan win. You know I’m completely at your mercy, Callum. You can say practically anything to get me to undress for you. I didn’t get on that train even though my head was screaming at me to. Because you asked me to stay. And I don’t know how to tell you no. I don’t want to tell you no. Everything between us has been rigged from the start.”
I held my palm out to him. “I’m willing to risk it because I’m in love with you.”
He lowered his eyebrows as he stared at me.
A part of me hoped he’d say it back. But was he really even capable of love? I wanted him to be. I wanted this to be real. I grabbed his hand and placed mine in his. “Either you don’t kill me and we can be together. Or you do. And you put me out of my misery.”
His golden eyes started to darken as he stared at me.
Fuck.I knew I was a goner. I knew this man would be the death of me. I closed my eyes tight, waiting for him to bite me.
“Look at me, Emma.”
I shook my head.
“I need you to look at me.”
I squeezed my eyes shut tighter.
“I need you to open your eyes. I need to know that you’re here with me. Watching me. You being close to me soothes me.”
I slowly opened my eyes and stared at him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you last night. I didn’t want you to run away from me. But here we are standing in the middle of a train station anyway.”
I pressed my lips together.
“I didn’t want you to know, because I didn’t want you to be scared. I’m not a monster. But this is your fantasy, right?” He lifted my palm to his lips and he groaned. “You’re going to be my undoing, Emma.”
“I don’t want to be your undoing. I just want you to love me back.”
His eyes darkened even more. “Emma,” he said as he inhaled the scent of my blood on my hand. “I’ve been in love with you for ten years.” And then his tongue slowly traced the lifeline on my palm. Another groan escaped his lips. “So. Fucking. Sweet.”
I was completely frozen watching him. Waiting for something to happen. But he just licked my palm again. Slower this time. It shouldn’t have been so erotic. But it practically felt like he was tracing my wetness. I felt it everywhere. It was all consuming.
He closed his eyes like he was in pain. His jaw tensed.
I knew he was trying to maintain control. And I also knew what he said he needed more than blood.Me.I grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him.
His tongue tasted like metal. And his kiss was more forceful that it had ever been before as he slammed my back against the wall.
“I need more,” he panted.
I could do more. I ran my hand down his exposed chest and abs and let my fingers slip beneath the waistband of his pants. He was already as hard as stone. When he said blood excited him, I didn’t exactly know what he meant. But now I did.
He growled when I wrapped my hand around his length. Not in a scary way like Bennett and his friends. But in a possessive way. A way that screamed he needed me just as much as I needed him.
