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"And that motivates you?" I ask politely, because I'm sure some of those prizes in the past were people like me. "A prize at the end of the fight? Is that why you're staying here instead of running?"
"I'm staying here because I'm protecting you." Victor's voice is that husky growl again, and it makes my stomach flip. Not out of fear…out of something unnameable. "But since you mention motivation…remember when you first arrived? And you asked me what I wanted for incentive to work with you?"
I remember that conversation very well. For some reason, though, my body is heating up the longer he keeps whispering to me. Maybe he's giving off a lot of body heat. I wonder if it'd be obvious of me if I started fanning my face. "Did you decide what you want as your prize?"
"I did." Victor leans down. "You can steal my breath like you do your boyfriend."
Steal his breath…? "You mean kissing?"
"Is that what it's called? When he shoves his tongue in your mouth and licks you? When he puts his lips over yours?"
I swallow hard, because I'm not sure what to think of this. Victor wants me to kiss him? It's a terrible idea. Not only would it destroy any boundaries we have between us, but I find his tusks and sharp teeth more than a little alarming. What if kissing him is repulsive? It would hurt his feelings and destroy anything we've built up if I'm disgusted by him. "I don't want to do that, Victor."
He laughs, and the sound isn't angry at all, which makes me relax a little. "Why is that, little Bee? Because you're not attracted to me? I know what I look like. I don't expect a human to see what I've got to offer and salivate over it. But you know what I realized? You're not attracted to that fool you call your boyfriend, and you kiss him. So I figure it doesn't matter."
I make a sound of protest. "It's very rude of you to point out that sort of thing, Victor."
"How is it rude? Because it's the truth and you don't want to admit it?"
I hate that he chuckles. I hate that he finds all of this amusing. If Riffin knew I was inside Crulden's—Victor's—cell right now with the power off and he was hovering over me, he'd lose his mind with worry. Actually, I'm not sure if it'd be worry as much as he'd be upset that another male was pissing all over his territory, which just fills me with even more disgust for my situation. "Kissing Riffin is different," I point out. "It's not the same."
"I know it's not the same," Victor continues in that reasonable tone. "It's not the same because when he kisses you, you feel nothing. But when I kiss you, you won't." He leans in, his voice a mere whisper. "We both know I could make you come."
I gasp, the sound breathless and turned on despite myself. I can’t believe he’s bringing this up again. “You hush.”
Victor just leans closer, his voice floating around me in the darkness. "He doesn't care that you're not aroused, little Bee. To him, your mouth is just him claiming you to show off to others. He's not interested in your pleasure. But see, I have a lot of time to think in this cell of mine. I think about you. And I think about how I'd react in that situation. Would I shove my tongue deep into your mouth for my pleasure alone? Would I steal your breath and not care that you were only tolerating my touch? That your cunt remained dry as bone no matter how much I put my mouth on you?" His voice dips. "But see, I like winning."
"Winning?" I echo, practically panting in the darkness.
"Mmmhmm. And if you don't feel pleasure when I touch you, then it's not a prize. See, it's not about me. It's about tasting you. It's about licking that sweet mouth of yours and gauging your response."
My breasts tighten against my clothes, my nipples aching. I say nothing, because I don't trust my voice. Not any longer.
"I'd change what I was doing," he continues silkily, "until I figured out what you liked. And I'd keep doing that, because I want your cunt juicy and wet with need, Bee. I'd need that. I want that scent in my nose so I know that when I kiss you, you're in there with me, and you want my mouth as badly as I want to give it to you." Victor shifts, and I feel one claw skim along the line of my jaw. "And that's the difference between me and that fool you kiss. I'd make you come. I'd make you wet with need. And that scares you, doesn't it?"
