This man isn’t Cam.
This isn’t going to happen.
Thiscan’thappen.
If I let him fuck me, my bond to the real Cam would shatter.
Absolutely fucking not.
No. No. No.
“Now, Ismerelda.”
Fuck, he sounds just like him,I thought, dizzy. Except he’d never ordered me in that manner. Well, not in a long time, anyway. Things between us had started out a bit rough, but he’d always possessed a certain softness where I was concerned.
A softness this version of him clearly lacked.
His blue irises smoldered as he narrowed his gaze. “When I give you a command, you follow it.”
“Or what?” I countered, my voice not nearly as steady as I desired. Not in the face of this imposter who reminded me of my lost mate.
What kind of cruel joke is this?I wondered.Maybe this is a nightmare after all…
His dark brow arched. “Or I’ll fucking break you.”
“By killing me again?” I asked, feigning a boldness I didn’t feel as I forced myself to sit up on the bed.
“Perhaps for good this time,” he threatened, making me snort.
Definitely not my Cam.Which both relieved me and terrified me. BecausemyCam was locked up in a cage somewhere and incapable of coming to my rescue. And defending myself against a vampire of any kind was difficult.
Especially while naked—something I just now noticed as Fake Cam’s eyes traveled down to my bare breasts.
Unadulterated hunger poured off him as he started unfastening the buttons on his dress shirt. “But I’m definitely going to fuck you first,” he added, solidifying his threat.
My heart skipped a beat.This isn’t good.Now that the light was on, I could see the room—which was more like a closet. Nowindows. Only one door. And he was standing in front of it.Undressing.
“I won’t tell you again,Erosita. Up on your hands and knees or I’m going to take your ass first.Raw.” The growl in his tone sent ice shooting through my veins.
Because it reminded me of another time. A dark memory.The night I met Cam.
Which only further proved this version of Cam wasn’tmyCam. Because he wouldneverthreaten me with that sort of punishment. Not after what fate he’d saved me from that evening.
Some dormant part of me had hoped I was wrong, that maybe this was just a fucked-up version of my mate. A fanciful part of me, perhaps. The hopeful dreamer in my soul that missed her other half.
But while this man might resemble my Cam in both physical form and with his familiar British tones, he was definitely an imposter.
And he wants to fuck me.
Anal sex might not destroy my bond with Cam. But vaginal sex absolutely would.
And neither option appealed to me in the slightest.
Not with him. Not withFake Cam.
“I don’t understand why you bothered to look like him if you weren’t going to act like him,” I said as I pressed one palm to the bed to pretend like I was obeying. “It sort of ruins the ruse.”
He paused on the last button of his shirt. “Ruse?”
