Page 53 of Immortal Bastard

“I warned you, I’m an immortal before all else, and there is nothing more sacred than an immortal’s bond to his mate.”

But an addiction to someone was not the same as love. If he truly cared about her, he would let her go. She almost said as much, but that would start the whole cycle over of how he couldn’t live without her so he couldn’t let her go, and blah, blah, blah… They were going in circles.

This argument was endless and making her head ache. “Get off.”

“Is that what you truly wish?” The wounds on his flesh had closed, the skin mended as if it were never torn. His voice turned to gravel and the scent of his desire intensified. “I could give you what you really want, pintura. I could make the ache disappear.”

Her breath caught and her sex clenched. The temptation was real. But her stubborn refusal to cooperate forbade her from accepting his offer, no matter how much it enticed her.

Part of her wished he would just take what he wanted and take the damn choice out of her hands.

Wait… No. That was all wrong.

She didn’t want him. He was an asshole. So, if he could just shove himself inside of her—

No, no, no! What the fuck was wrong with her? No sex. He was evil. Gross. Horrible. She hated him. Hated everything about him.

Well, there were some appealing parts. But most of him was crap. “

He ground his cock against her and she moaned before she could stop herself, softening right under his horrific touch. Where were these raging hormones were coming from? Clueless about immortals and ovulation, she could only assume this was one more vampire thing.

Her lips pressed tight to prevent any sort of begging from accidentally slipping out. Bending low, he dragged his nose up her throat and whispered, “All of your frustration could go away if you just say the word.”

A whimper filled her throat. He wouldn’t break her.

The thick weight of his cock nudged her sex through the thin fabric of her chemise. She was slick and ready for him. Starved and needy.

“I…” She squinched her face tight.

“Say it,” he dared, licking up her throat and nibbling her ear. “Try to tell me you don’t want me inside of you.”

She wouldn’t. Couldn’t. It was like there was some sort of truth serum controlling her vocal cords.

He shifted her wrists, transferring her arms above her head in an unbreakable grip. With his free hand, he fisted the front of her chemise and stared at her.

Her breath quickened. She wanted him to tear the barrier away and give her what she needed. Just take it so she didn’t have to be the weak one to give up her position and surrender.

“If it must be this way, so be it.” The material pulled tight and her desperation mounted. “Last chance, Delilah. Tell me no.”

She said nothing as her mind screamed do it!

The fabric tore open with one hard tug, exposing her bare breasts and amping up her desire. His hot palm cupped her possessively, his thumb tracing over the ball of her piercing and teasing her flesh into a taught and needy point. She arched into his hold, a deep moan escaping her throat, as she silently begged for his mouth on her.

Her body was such a traitor!

“I hate you.” Unsure if she was speaking to him or herself, she closed her eyes and let him have his way. He captured her pierced nipple, sucking forcefully as heat pulled at her core.

He was right. There was no use fighting him. But that didn’t assuage her guilt.

Her conscience relentlessly beat at her, shaming her and disrupting whatever pleasure he tried to give. She couldn’t stand on two sides of an argument. Where was her self-respect? This man ruined her life, and she was giving herself to him without a fight.

“Look at me, Delilah.”

When she opened her eyes, tears blurred her vision. His hold on her gentled and he caressed her cheek. It was too much, too intimate. A tear fell and she closed her eyes, turning away.

He caught her face in a delicate grip and said, “No. Your pain is my pain. There’s no hiding it. And why should you, when I’m responsible for so much of your sorrow?”

She didn’t want his sweet apologies or his remorse. She wasn’t ready to forgive him. She just wanted him to distract her from this forced reality long enough for her to find her strength again.

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