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supposed to get out of here, now? She wasn’t, which was precisely why the vampire had done this. Spinning away from the window, she paced across the room, her fingers digging hard into her hair. I’ll never get out of here, never reach Zack. I’ll never see him again, never know if he’s alive or dead.
Despair slowly got the better of her. She climbed onto the bed and curled into a ball of misery as the tears began to roll.
H ours later, Arturo stood at the foot of the bed, watching the woman sleep. Quinn Lennox. An interesting name though not the one he’d expected.
She lay atop the covers on her side, both hands balled tight against her chest. A lock of sun gold hair caressed her chin, making his fingers itch to move it, to feel the satin softness once more beneath his fingertips. Her eyes were puffy, dried tears streaking satin cheeks. Despite the tears, her skin was lovely, a flawless lightly tanned cream with a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her slender nose.
Her lips, a ripe, natural pink, were parted, her mouth lush and lovely. Soon, he’d taste those lips, when her fear of him had abated. Soon, he’d taste far more than her lips.
Very soon, or it would be too late.
Even in sleep, she intrigued him. There was a freshness about her, a natural beauty untainted by feminine guile or vanity. And a stubbornness he understood all too well.
If not for the brother, she might do fine here. But that deep vein of devotion for the one she loved would cost her. She wasn’t likely to give up easily or quickly, which ensured she would suffer. He wasn’t without compassion, but compassion would do her little good. Both her fate and her brother’s had been sealed the moment they’d walked into that sunbeam.
Why couldn’t she have simply been like any other slave, easily glamoured, easily controlled? Then again, would she interest him this greatly if she were? Unlikely. Perversely, he liked that he couldn’t control her thoughts. He liked her tartness, the way she spoke freely to him, often sarcastically, despite her fear. A fear she was remarkably adept at hiding though he could taste it all too well.
Sun-kissed lashes fluttered up, her head turning as if she’d sensed his presence in her sleep. Green eyes found him in the shadows, and the rich taste of fear caressed his tongue, feeding him. Vexing him.
Quinn shot up, scooting back toward the headboard. Her hair was sleep-tousled, one cheek rosy from the pillow, her T-shirt slightly askew. The thought of running his fingers through that fall of golden hair, of straightening her shirt and running his fingers over her sweet, sweet breasts, had the heat building in his body to pool thickly between his legs. It was all he could do not to join her on that soft bed and pull her beneath him, to push inside her.
But nothing doused his ardor like the fear of his partner. He wouldn’t take a woman who feared him. He couldn’t.
“I’ll not harm you, cara. ”
“What are you doing here?” She raked one hand through that golden hair, pushing it off her face.
“Watching you.”
His words made her visibly shudder. At least her fear didn’t spike though it continued to feed him, continued to annoy him. “You were staring at me as I slept?”
“You are a beautiful woman.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re not helping your case.”
“I have no case. I own you, tessoro. I can watch you whenever I like.” Cristo! The wrong thing to say to a woman he wished to calm. “Someday, you will trust me, Quinn Lennox.” Though that was probably a lie. And not his first. “Someday, you will not fear me.”
“Bring me my brother, Vampire, and I’ll trust you.”
Stubborn, intriguing, desirable female. “Go back to sleep, cara. ”
He left her there, sliding the outside bolt on her door before he was tempted to try to seduce her again. If he pushed her too fast, he’d only frighten her more. Or earn her hatred.
Though her hatred, unfortunately, was sure
Despair slowly got the better of her. She climbed onto the bed and curled into a ball of misery as the tears began to roll.
H ours later, Arturo stood at the foot of the bed, watching the woman sleep. Quinn Lennox. An interesting name though not the one he’d expected.
She lay atop the covers on her side, both hands balled tight against her chest. A lock of sun gold hair caressed her chin, making his fingers itch to move it, to feel the satin softness once more beneath his fingertips. Her eyes were puffy, dried tears streaking satin cheeks. Despite the tears, her skin was lovely, a flawless lightly tanned cream with a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her slender nose.
Her lips, a ripe, natural pink, were parted, her mouth lush and lovely. Soon, he’d taste those lips, when her fear of him had abated. Soon, he’d taste far more than her lips.
Very soon, or it would be too late.
Even in sleep, she intrigued him. There was a freshness about her, a natural beauty untainted by feminine guile or vanity. And a stubbornness he understood all too well.
If not for the brother, she might do fine here. But that deep vein of devotion for the one she loved would cost her. She wasn’t likely to give up easily or quickly, which ensured she would suffer. He wasn’t without compassion, but compassion would do her little good. Both her fate and her brother’s had been sealed the moment they’d walked into that sunbeam.
Why couldn’t she have simply been like any other slave, easily glamoured, easily controlled? Then again, would she interest him this greatly if she were? Unlikely. Perversely, he liked that he couldn’t control her thoughts. He liked her tartness, the way she spoke freely to him, often sarcastically, despite her fear. A fear she was remarkably adept at hiding though he could taste it all too well.
Sun-kissed lashes fluttered up, her head turning as if she’d sensed his presence in her sleep. Green eyes found him in the shadows, and the rich taste of fear caressed his tongue, feeding him. Vexing him.
Quinn shot up, scooting back toward the headboard. Her hair was sleep-tousled, one cheek rosy from the pillow, her T-shirt slightly askew. The thought of running his fingers through that fall of golden hair, of straightening her shirt and running his fingers over her sweet, sweet breasts, had the heat building in his body to pool thickly between his legs. It was all he could do not to join her on that soft bed and pull her beneath him, to push inside her.
But nothing doused his ardor like the fear of his partner. He wouldn’t take a woman who feared him. He couldn’t.
“I’ll not harm you, cara. ”
“What are you doing here?” She raked one hand through that golden hair, pushing it off her face.
“Watching you.”
His words made her visibly shudder. At least her fear didn’t spike though it continued to feed him, continued to annoy him. “You were staring at me as I slept?”
“You are a beautiful woman.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re not helping your case.”
“I have no case. I own you, tessoro. I can watch you whenever I like.” Cristo! The wrong thing to say to a woman he wished to calm. “Someday, you will trust me, Quinn Lennox.” Though that was probably a lie. And not his first. “Someday, you will not fear me.”
“Bring me my brother, Vampire, and I’ll trust you.”
Stubborn, intriguing, desirable female. “Go back to sleep, cara. ”
He left her there, sliding the outside bolt on her door before he was tempted to try to seduce her again. If he pushed her too fast, he’d only frighten her more. Or earn her hatred.
Though her hatred, unfortunately, was sure
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