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My stomach clenches as panic erupts in my chest. I want to leave, to put as much space between me and them as geographically possible, but Gabriel and Lex are blocking my path to the door, my escape route. Behind that thick wall of fear, though, is a burst of excitement. These guys want me—either to kill or fuck—and so long as the latter desire outweighs the former, I get to remain alive. And if I’m being honest, the danger—the knowledge that they can take anything from me at any moment—is wickedly arousing, and I hate myself for wanting it.
Lex steps closer, his fangs descending from his gums. “Why do I think you’re going to continue testing us?” He cocks his head to the side while Gabriel leans in the doorway, observing the exchange. “You’re curious,” he says, again moving closer. He’s a mere foot away now, and I can’t stop staring at his fangs. “You can’t stop thinking about what we’re going to do with you.”
I open my mouth to shoot that down, but I can’t make the words form on my lips.
“You want it as much as we do, don’t you?” He reaches for my face, but something in me clicks on and I flinch back, then take off out of the room, brushing past Gabriel on my way through the door. He doesn’t try to stop me this time.
Back in my room, I close the door and fall back against it, clutching my chest.
What the hell am I doing?
My heart beats hard and fast, and much lower, my center throbs. There’s a part of me, no matter how small, that wants them. I crave the danger they offer, the fear that sparks deep inside when I test their limits. But will I survive when their control breaks?
6
Iwonder if I can request a TV for my prison cell.
As I lay in the bed staring at the ceiling, I wish I could turn onScandaland forget all about the vampires that own me, and instead focus on the crazy, twisted life of Olivia Pope.
A soft knock at the door turns my head toward it. I consider ignoring the sound, but they own the place. Whoever is on the other side could just as easily walk right in.
“Calla.” Gabriel’s voice is muffled through the door. “Can I come in?”
I purse my lips. He’s asking permission? “Yeah,” I finally say, and the door opens a moment later.
Gabriel walks in and closes the door behind him. “You doing okay?” he asks, approaching the bed.
I sit up, shrugging. “Sure.”
He stares at me knowingly.
“Why are you so nice to me?” I ask in a low voice, pulling the black fleece throw blanket through my fingers. I keep my head down, focusing on the soft material in my hands.
Gabriel sits on the edge of the bed, keeping a comfortable enough distance. “Why shouldn’t I be?” Of course, he had to go and turn the question back on me.
I look up at him. “Uh, maybe because you’re holding me hostage?” I offer wryly. “Seriously, though. You’re making it very difficult to hate you, which is necessary for me because—”
“Because you can’t admit you might actually enjoy being here?”
“I… That doesn’t matter. Ishouldn’tbe here, and I sure as hell shouldn’t enjoy it.”
He nods thoughtfully. “Why not?”
I stare at him and am quickly reminded of how easy it is to get lost in his silver gaze, glamour or no. “Are you kidding?”
“You don’twantto want it, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”
I arch a brow, and my stomach knots. This conversation is very quickly going off the rails intowhat the fucktown. “You’re really going to sit there and try to talk me into being totally okay with being, what, a sex slave to four vampires? A human juice box for all of you?”
His lips twitch. “I enjoy your humor. I recognize it’s a defense mechanism, but enjoy it nonetheless.” He pats my leg when I blow out a breath. “Give it a chance.”
“‘It.’ Being a captive to a house of vampires.”
He nods. “The sooner you accept it, the better it will be for you, angel. You have my word.”
I roll my bottom lip between my teeth, battling with the voice of reason in my head, which is screaming at me to keep fighting. But at this moment, with Gabriel looking at me like I’m the only person on the planet, I lose the strength to deny my desires. A little distraction might do me some good, anyway.
“Calla—”
