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When I lay my head on his chest, I don’t hear a heartbeat, but his skin is so warm and he feels human. At first, it confused the hell out of me when he fell asleep, only for me to remember that he’s a vampire.
Raising my hand, I cup his face and lean forward to place a kiss on his lips before slipping out of the room. He’s going to be waking up soon and for some reason, I feel weird about waking up in his arms.
I don’t usually get shy, but this man has the ability to turn me into a fucking blushing schoolgirl, and it pisses me off.
After a shower, I get into a pair of shorts and a tank top and run downstairs to grab a bite to eat. But before I go down, I pop my head into Kat’s room.
She’s still fast asleep but should wake up soon. There’s a little bar fridge in the room now with some blood bags in it. Apparently, the baby takes everything out of her and just walking around is exhausting.
Gabriel better come here soon; she can barely take care of herself. I do not know how she’s been keeping it together with no help, much less who is helping her with getting blood bags.
I sigh and close the door behind me before finally heading downstairs to eat something. Both she and Church should wake up within the hour, so I’ll wait for them downstairs.
With no other guards or people here, the place seems eerie; dead quiet, pipes settling, roof creaking. If someone had to jump out and scare me now, I’d most probably upper-cut first, and ask questions later.
I have hated quiet houses ever since my parents died; I had to lie on the floor in my closet while listening to people killing them. After that, everything went quiet, and I lay there knowing my parents were dead downstairs while I could do nothing but cry.
Even the silence of trying to lie in bed and fall asleep freaks me out. A shiver runs up my spine and I rush to the kitchen while trying to put the whole thing out of my mind.
While waiting for them to wake up, I decided to walk around the place a bit. For some reason, I find myself going toward the wine cellar they had me locked up in.
It feels weird being on this side of the door after what I had to deal with down there, after everything Church did.
I hated him back then and would gladly have put a stake through his heart because of what he put me through… if only he didn’t drink my blood. I don’t think any of us would be in this position.
For one, Kat would be dead because of me if I escaped before Church tasted my blood.
Walking down the steps, I cough when a bit of dust falls from the ceiling and I swat it away from my face. It still smells the same down here; damp and full of neglect. I take my cell phone to use as a flashlight just as the chains come into view.
The chains hanging from the ceiling where Church had me strung up.
Goosebumps form all over my skin as I recall the last time I was on these; he taunted me and mentally fucked with my head.
He would use knives to gently cut my skin but wouldn’t drink the blood. He would flick my nipples and slap my pussy to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore and I begged him to kill me.
That’s not the worst part, though… The worst part is that I liked all of it.
Just thinking about being strung up has me clenching my thighs together, but as I turn around, the half-naked body of Church standing behind me does nothing to stop the dull throb in between my legs. He’s wearing a pair of black sweatpants with no t-shirt and his long hair is still wet from his shower.
God, I love his body. The dips and hard curves of his muscles where I just want to slide my tongue over, chiseled perfection with tattoos and biceps that could crush my throat.
“Hmm, feeling nostalgic are we?” he asks with a knowing smirk, as if he can see right through my desire.
“No, I just found myself down here after walking through the house. Don’t get it twisted, Beast,” I try to smile it off, but he just chuckles and slowly walks closer to me with his arms crossed. Those muscles bulge and I nearly have an aneurysm.
“That so?” he says, coming to a stop in front of me and looking up at the chains. “I do recall the same scent coming from you when I had you up in these a few months ago.”
I smile and take a step back, bumping into one of the silver shackles behind me. “What scent is that? Fear? Disgust?”
“Lust,” he says, and quick as a fucking whip, he slips the shackles around both my wrists. “Desire. But back then, you were too scared to admit it.”
“Church!” I cry out, pulling at the chains. “What the fuck? Get me out of these!” He laughs and it just pisses me off more. I keep on forgetting that he’s a fucking vampire and moves a lot quicker than I do, but this!
He saunters over to me and leans in close to my ear. “You sure you want out, Hellcat?” he whispers. “Because something tells me that’s where you want to be.”
“Ugh, you’re such an asshole!”
My mind is telling me to push this arrogant prick away, but my body is pulling me toward submission. Being stubborn as fuck, I decide to taunt him.
