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“Don’t go all soft on me now, Prince. I was just starting to like you.”
I pull her into me with a huge smile on my face. I can’t help it. She makes me so damn happy.
“Like me? Oh, no. We can’t have that!” I slowly lean down and watch her eyes soften before claiming her mouth with mine. It isn’t a soft kiss, but one of passion and heat—a claiming.
I squeeze her ass, and when she gasps in surprise, I slip my tongue between her lips to dance with hers for a taste. She is so fucking addictive. She is a sweetness that is quickly followed by a heat that I crave to be burned by.
“Felix,” she moans into my mouth, and I devour that, too.
“What do you need, Little Thief?”
“I…I don’t know. I feel out of control. I want to be in this moment, but my body, my thirst, demands your blood. My head is so loud I can’t focus on one thing.” She rubs her temples and squeezes her eyes shut.
She needs blood and my body hums with the anticipation of the plan that quickly forms.
“Go look in the bottom left drawer of the dresser.” She eyes me wearily, but does what I ask. I slip my hands in my pockets as she bends down to look, giving me the perfect view of her pussy. My mouth waters with the memory of her taste. I would have her for every meal if she would allow it.
“My bag!” she squeals. “It wasn’t here. I checked! Where have you been keeping it?”
“It has been in my office.”
She brings it to the table and sifts through it. Elation is written all over her face. If I had known that I would have gotten this kind of reaction out of her, I would have—
A sharp sting pierces my neck. Heat radiates from it and spreads down into my chest. I look at Nyx as she slowly lowers the pipe with a vicious smile on her neck. It was a lie. She hasn’t accepted me. She doesn’t love me…
“But I love you,” I whisper before hitting the ground hard, and darkness takes me.
My head feels thick and heavy, and there is a ringing in my ears. Did I drink too much last night? Was it a bad batch of blood? What…Nyx! She shot me with one of her darts!
I slowly peel my eyes open and look around the room. Even though it’s dark and my glasses are missing, I can tell I am still in my bedroom. But there’s only has one candle lit. Where is she? What am I…?
I struggle, trying to free my arms, but they bent over my head and tied around my back and chest. She somehow got my unconscious body into a standing position and then fastened my arms to the massive bedpost.
“Afraid, Prince?” her raspy voice comes from the bed behind me, causing chill bumps to race across my skin. “Don’t lie…” She runs her cold nose along my bare neck. “I can smell it on you.”
“Terrified,” I growl. It’s not a lie. I don’t know what she is planning, but I am both excited and frightened.
“Good. Because it won’t be fun if you aren’t,” she chuckles.
My eyes close involuntarily as her small, calloused hands slide around my sides to my stomach and chest.
“Where are my clothes, Little Thief?” I moan, barely able to think with her teeth scraping against my shoulder.
“You don’t need them. Plus…I want to see you when I finally exact my vengeance.” She climbs off the bed, wearing the black clothes I saw her in back at the Inn. Fuck, she is sexy. I strain against the ropes, desperate to touch her, and smile with pride when I can’t get out of them. She did a fantastic job with the knots. They don’t even groan when I use all my strength against them.
She pulls her dagger out of her boot and gifts me with a radiant smile. There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for her. If she asked me to crawl throughout the Kingdom, I would. She wants someone’s head? I would bring it to her on a silver platter. She wants me dead? Sure, but only if it is by her hands.
“I have dreamed about destroying you in every way possible since the day that I first laid eyes on you. I craved the feel of your bones cracking under my hands and the sound of your blood hitting the floor. And now…” she pauses, taking a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Whatever it is she is about to say is going to be hard for her. I need to hold her, but the ropes still won’t budge. “…and now that you have turned me into…this…after I have fought so hard not to…”
“I couldn’t let you die. Call me selfish, call whatever you need, but I needed you to live.”
“And now you will suffer because of it.” She holds my attention prisoner as she walks forward with her dagger raised. A thin line of blood appears under its blade as she drags it across my chest. I don’t flinch or make a sound; I am too hypnotized by her blue eyes shining with anticipation. Our combined moans echo around us as her tongue follows the line. “I didn’t want to enjoy your taste. But I do. I can’t get enough.”
My eyes want to close from the bliss of her touch, but I don’t want to miss a thing. I want to see every little emotion that crosses her face. She is stunning. My breath catches when she looks up at me again and doesn’t break the connection as she slides the blade against my flesh again.
“Fuck,” I groan, barely able to contain myself. I pull against the ropes again, desperate to feast on her. “Hellcat, please.” I don’t know if I am begging for more, to be let free.
“Why do you do that?” she asks between the long drags of her tongue.
