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“Right now, I’m not feeling nice at all. I want to do bad things to you.”

Her breath hitched. A gush of liquid heat wet my fingers. “Yes.”

Oh, yeah, that’s what I wanted to hear.

“So here’s what’s going to happen.” I traced the rim of her ear with my tongue. “First, I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to take you against the wall. Hard. Is that what you want?”

She moaned.

“Talk to me, Ridley.”

She gulped. “Yes. God, yes.”

I growled low in her ear. “You’re such a bad girl,” I told her, and proceeded to do exactly what I’d promised.

I took my time. Making her beg me a little, because we both liked it. And then I gave her what she was pleading for.

She came twice. Once with my mouth and fingers on her, and once when I was pounding into her against the wall, her inner muscles squeezing rhythmically around me.

The sight and sound and feel of her coming apart dragged me over the edge after her. I thrust a few more times and with a shudder, emptied myself into her.

After, I let go of her legs and she slid them down my thighs to the floor.

She rested her forehead on my chest with an exhale. “I saw stars.”

I chuckled. A wave of tenderness washed over me. I tamped it down, reminded myself not to let her get under my guard. Sex—even incredible sex—didn’t make her any less my enemy.

I set her from me. “Be right back.”

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I went to the john to clean up and dispose of the condom. When I returned, Ridley was curled up on the mattress.

“Move over,” I said.

She did, and I got into bed next to her. For the first time, she was the one by the wall and I the one nearer to the door.

It was a sign of trust on her part. A simple gesture, but somehow, it made my defenses collapse.

The hell with it. I hooked an arm around her waist and drew her into me so I spooned her, my front to her back.

“G’night,” she said sleepily.

I nuzzled the silky skin of her temple. “Good night.”

Friday night we went back to Manhattan again. Traveling to the heart of Kral territory after dark was iffy, but I donned my human camouflage and Ridley had an actor’s ability at disguising herself.

We spent the night trying to track down my father without tipping him off. It didn’t work, of course. Even when things were normal, he was a secretive bastard, and it wasn’t like we could walk up to people and ask where he was. I worked what contacts I had, but if anyone knew his location, they weren’t telling.

Maybe he hadn’t even returned to the city yet.

By the time we returned to the Bronx Saturday morning, I was fighting down panic. The week I’d been given was more than half over, and I had no idea where Father was.

And meanwhile, Rafe was at the mercy of those sick bastards in Paris.

When I awoke around six that evening, I felt dark, irritable, twitchy. The vampire beast wanted out. I’d managed to keep it leashed since Paris, but now it wanted to kick some ass—or fuck.

Ridley was curled on her side, facing away from me. Naked.

When we’d returned that morning, we’d been too tired to do anything but strip off our clothes and fall onto the mattress.

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