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“Loved. Past tense. How could I love a monster who so clearly doesn’t give a fuck about me?”
I searched his gaze for a flicker of something. Hurt, devastation, grief maybe. Anything to show he was mourning the loss of me and our relationship. I’d even accept guilt or regret that it had come to this. But there was nothing, no argument. Just a chilling detachment and acceptance that turned the man standing in front of me into a stranger.
“Thank you for proving my point.”
The vampire—I couldn’t see him as anything more than evil now—smirked before striding to the chair in the corner and sitting, legs spread, posture relaxed. So confident. I hated how much I responded to him even now. How my stomach tightened at the play of his muscles beneath his shirt, the fuller scruff lining his jaw, and the dark sweep of hair over his brow.
He was relaxed here. In his element more than he ever had been playing his role at the university. Here he was Caleb, not Father Gallagher. It scared me to see such a noticeable difference now that the truth of his betrayal was staring me in the face. Once upon a time, I would have loved this version of him. Now I wanted nothing more than to be free of his grip on me.
“You can’t keep me here.”
“I can, and I will.”
“Fuck you, Caleb.”
“That’s one way we could pass the time.” His hands dropped to his belt, and my traitorous eyes greedily tracked the movement of his fingers as he started to undo it. I knew he was taunting me, the bastard, and it was working.
I snapped my eyes back to his face, my hands curled into fists in my lap. “I’m not your plaything.”
He cocked one dark brow. “Aren’t you? What else is mygood girlbut a pretty thing for me to play with?”
Damn his dirty mouth. My thighs clenched on reflex.
My gaze finally left him for the sake of self-preservation, and a glimmer of hope unfurled in my heart at the sight of the front door, a straight shot from the bedroom. I stood, thankful I was dressed, unsure of what I was going to do next. If I had any chance of making a break for it, I needed to keep him from realizing what I was up to while I inched my way closer to freedom.
His next words sent my hope scattering.
“Don’t even think about it,a stor.”
“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to use sweet words with me anymore.”
“There’s nowhere for you to run.”
“Anywhere is better than with you.” Heart in my throat, I took two running steps toward the threshold only to be brought up short by a hand around my neck.
He reeled me back into the bedroom, forcefully shoving me against the open door and crowding into my space. His face was so close I could feel the brush of his stubble against my jaw. Fuck me, but I liked it. The scent of him, the anger radiating from his entire being.
“I said no.” His admonishment was a sexy growl.
“I don’t care what you said.”
He ran his nose along mine, breathing me in. “Oh, you are a brat, aren’t you? You’ve always known how to make me hard. But you already knew that, didn’t you? You just can’t help yourself.”
“I hate you.”
“You might, but your body doesn’t.” He rolled his hips, that thick length pressing into me. “I can smell how much you enjoy this game we play.”
I spat in his face. Disgust washed over me. But I wasn’t disgusted with him as much as with myself. I wanted him as much as I hated him. I was wet for him. And I ached.
He tsked, using his sleeve to wipe the spit off his cheek. “You know what happens to naughty girls. Is that what you want? To be punished? It can be arranged.”
I sucked in a sharp breath; the shuddering inhalation had me betraying exactly how right he was. “Fuck. You.”
“You have only to ask, little one.” Those lips found his mark on my throat, and I despised myself for the needy moan that slipped out. The reaction was involuntary, but how could I keep it all in when pleasure shot straight to my clit at the contact?
“No.”
He froze. “What?”
