Page 32 of A Love So Deadly
I start laughing. And tell them what? The cops aren’t going to help. They think I’m crazy as it is. Hell, I’m beginning to think I’m crazy.
I should probably run. If I stay, eventually… I can’t shake the thought that eventually it would kill me.
Thing is, I have to stay. For Kayla.
I try to push up but sink down, a puddle of boneless mess on the cold floor. For a moment I sit on my ass, just trying to breathe. The taste of him, the silk of him, that dark sin of his mouth.
Kayla would tell me to get the fuck out.
I don’t move.
I’m not giving up. I don’t like unanswered questions. I hate mysteries. I’ll walk naked into a snowstorm just to see if it’s as bad as they say. Okay, maybe not that, but…you get the idea.
I’m going to find out what’s going on.
I force myself to focus on the cold floor and the burn within me.
What did he say to me? He mentioned Kayla. Lucian mentioned her. He admitted he knows about Kayla, all the while sliding out of blame.
There’s more to it. He must know more than he’s telling me.
The answers I need won’t be down here, hidden away in a file.They’ll be inside him, or close to him.And the only way I’m going to get what I need is to hit it all straight on. Play him.
Yeah… I’ll play the attraction, dance the line. Anything to avenge my friend and bring him down.
“Cinderella,” I mutter, pushing up on shaky legs. “Looks like you’re going to a ball.”
Chapter
Ten
Lucian
“You and your humans,” Vittoria spits. From the spinning chair, she looks at the big screen that shows my office through one of the hidden cameras.
We’re upstairs in my penthouse. Hers is the one below. The top of our glittering building that takes up the entire block allows us to live comfortably with all the room we might need. It’s been modified to keep it twilight at all times because of special glass windows that filter out the sun.
I walk over to her side and watch as Elliot staggers to the office couch and sits, waiting for me to return.
“Interesting choice,” Vittoria adds. “If she runs…”
“You don’t touch her.”
Her eyes widen, pretending to be offended. “Of course I won’t.” Then she pauses. “You’ve marked her.”
She spins in the chair in my surveillance room, no longer interested in the girl on the screen. Vittoria just wants the chase, wants to feed, and I don’t blame her.
I came down Monty’s throat. I want to do it again. And more. I want to rip into her throat and almost drain her dry, then feed her my blood drop by drop while I plunge my cock into her hot depths.
The last part of that fantasy I bury deep in my mind. My sex has never gotten to that extreme. At least not to that level.
Even through the camera’s lens, I can see that her dress is soaked and she’s still a bit dazed from what happened between us.
“I haven’t marked her. I only healed a wound, made her forget a few things. Blurred them, anyway. But I haven’t fed.”
“The girl looks fucked. Since the first day she started, your ownership scent trails her, surrounds her. Yet you say you haven’t fed.” She gets up. “I might be yours—you might be my maker—and I know I’m a lot younger than you, Lucian, but…be careful. She’s dangerous.”
“She’s a human.”
