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The doors slid shut, blocking his disapproving frown. My breath came out in a whoosh. I raised my hands and shimmied in a happy little dance that would’ve shocked Jean-Michel.
Zoe Tremblay didn’t do human emotions. I was the Ice Princess, the cool, controlled and marginally-less-vicious version of my mother.
Who was on her way to get naked with the son of my mother’s bitterest rival.
The floors to the penthouse ticked past. In the elevator’s stainless-steel doors, my face seemed all eyes except for a slash of red lipstick. The flirty little black dress showed off my toned arms and legs, and my hair was in a sleek dark knot at the base of my neck, exposing a tasteful amount of throat.
I smoothed my hands down my skirt. I knew I was beautiful. I was a vampire, after all.
But Rafe Kral had his pick of the sexiest women on the globe, vampire or human. Everyone wanted a piece of him and his two older brothers. The dhampir sons of a vampire father and human mother, they were nicknamed the Kral Dark Angels, the supernatural world’s heartthrobs. They even had their own hashtag.
Rafe was the youngest. The charmer. The cocky, bad-boy Angel that men wanted to be—and women just wanted. To a man like that, my vampire beauty was nothing special.
The elevator stopped. I swallowed over the golf-ball-size lump that had lodged itself in my throat somewhere between the first and ninth floors.
You can do this.
Bold. Take charge.
The wood penthouse door was reinforced with silver to repel vampires. I rapped on the doorjamb so the silver wouldn’t burn my knuckles.
Footsteps sounded. I straightened my spine. The door opened, and Rafe’s lean, powerful frame filled the doorway. Behind him, tiny lights glimmered in the penthouse’s deep blue ceiling so that he appeared silhouetted against a starry night sky.
My breath snagged.
He was so…much. A god of a man with inky black hair that curled around the kind of face you see on the cover of men’s magazines, and a body that was all wild, wolflike grace beneath a soft white sweater and jeans.
“You came.” His cheek creased in the lopsided grin that had launched a fan club devoted to his smiles.
My stomach lurched.
That grin promised something hot, forbidden, all-consuming. Something I craved with every cell of my being.
I smiled slowly back. “Invite me in, Rafe.” A tongue-in-cheek poke at human superstitions, because vampires don’t wait for an invitation.
His fingers closed around my arm. He drew me into the penthouse foyer. Our bodies brushed. An electric jolt shot to my core, and just like that, I was wet for him.
As a dhampir, his senses were as sharp as mine. His nostrils flared and something dark and a little dangerous ignited in his eyes.
He closed the door and pulled me up against him. I stumbled in the high heels, but instead of steadying me, he let me fall into him, my breasts against his chest.
I slanted him a look from beneath my lashes. “Well, hello to you, too.”
His lips came down on mine. His tongue drove into my mouth with a hunger that awed and excited me. He tasted of wine and something primal, male.
I moaned and buried my fingers in his hair, scraping my fingernails down his nape.
An approving growl. “You want me,” he said against my mouth. “Say it.”
“Mm.” I nibbled on his lower lip.
“Say it.” He lifted his head and stared down at me, his eyes so dark, they were almost black, like strong espresso. “Say you came here tonight because you want to be fucked.”
I moistened my lips, trying to get my bearings. I was new to this. I hadn’t expected games…or whatever this was. When I’d pictured us having sex—and I’d been thinking of it a lot in the two weeks since we’d met—I’d pictured sweet, hazy, romantic. Wine and low music and a soft bed, not this hard wall of masculinity pushing me up against the wall and kissing me senseless.
“Say it, Zoe.” He kissed his way down the side of my throat, nipped my earlobe.
Heat spiraled through me. My mind was still catching up, but my body was definitely on board. My lace panties were soaked; my breasts heavy, sensitive.
