Page 78 of Eternal Obsession

Orpheus withdrew his palm from the woman’s eyes.

“Or perhaps not,” he said, allowing the eager girl to watch the fray.

His men shoved me up against the wall, securing my hands within shackles, fastening them tight. Another punch, this time to my chest.

I struggled for air.

Orpheus watched on, obviously amused, while the young girl rested on a high-backed chair calmly observing the activity as if she had seen it all before.

“Gillian Stewart, allow me to introduce a dear old friend of mine, Jade.” Orpheus lowered his voice. “Isn’t it amazing what turns some men on?”

I was horrified, realizing the girl thought that I was in the club for this.

“I will kill you, Orpheus!” I shouted.

I had to get out of here.

“Someone needs to be punished?” he teased.

“Fuck you!” I said.

“Now we’re talking.”

“Where is she?”

“Two hundred years. Doesn’t time fly when you’re having fun? Though I dare say it probably dragged for you.” Orpheus turned again to the young female and winked. “The punters love the fantasy. We just play along and fulfill their every desire.”

I pulled on the restraints, struggling against the shackles. “Get out!” I screamed at the girl. “He’s not who you think he is.”

She stared back at me.

“You are in grave danger,” I warned her.

“Shush,” Orpheus said. He pressed up against me, turning my head to expose my neck. He nuzzled in and bit.

Not this.

Not him. My blood poured into his mouth.

His cologne clung to the air, but beneath it, something darker, the scent of power, his power, and of revenge patiently aged. The sting at my neck had become a seduction, as if we were conspirators in some intimate rite. His hand at the back of my head held me still. This intimate hold strangely sacred.

I swooned, angry still that I had allowed him to play me again. Dizziness came in waves. My head fell back, my jaw dropped. Orpheus sucked furiously, his body now rocking against mine.

“No.” My words had no strength.

Leisurely, he savored the pleasure of the drink. He quenched his thirst.

Two vampires entwined, bound by fury, their embrace a clash of eternal loathing.

Eventually, he pulled away, wiping the blood from his mouth so as not to alarm the girl.

“Wow! How much bloody drug did you use?” Orpheus glared at Marcus.

Marcus had poisoned my drink, doing his master’s bidding, as though unable to think for himself—I sent that cursed thought to Marcus.

No air in the room.

Orpheus closed his eyes, relishing the rush of my drug-laced blood. He forced his hand over my mouth and whispered, “Jadeon, I drank a little too much. You’ll have to forgive my rudeness, but if it wasn’t for my willpower, I would have drained every last drop. So you have something to be grateful for.”