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again.”
    What choice did she have? “Fine. But the lighter fluid threat stands, blood-boy.”
    * * *
    It seemed Djimon had whisked her away directly to his bedroom. The vamp’s lair was decadent. Rich velvet curtains the color of the deepest of wines accentuated ornately hand carved settees and chairs. The main attraction, however, lay in the center of the room. The bed, cherry wood with intricately engraved posts, dominated the space. It had sheer swaths of fabric gathered at the posts and the most beautifully woven bedspread Cilla had ever seen.
    A fire crackled in the fireplace, lending soothing warmth to the room. Large Regency-era carpets that appeared to be authentic covered parts of the marble tile floor.
    “Come, my Cilla.” His voice beckoned her as he held out his hand, almost demanding that she take it. “Come and let me show you what it will be like to be mine.”
    “What if I don’t want to be yours? What if I just want to do my time for my stupid crime and then be let free?” She turned away from him and stared into the mesmerizing flames dancing in the fireplace. “I just want to go home.”
    She felt his heat at her back and was surprised that he exuded anything but a chill. He rested his hands on her shoulders, warmth seeping through her top and deep into her skin, scorching her.
    “Cilla, I will release you come morning. Regardless of what happens this night, you shall have your scale and be free. I swear it on my maker.”
    She nibbled her lip, wondering if she could truly trust this man.
    He nuzzled her neck and she bit back the moan growing in her chest. “I was chosen by the Harpy because she thought we would suit each other. Nothing more, nothing less. At the end of your term, she wished for your happiness. She grew…fond of you over the years. I can make you happy, Cilla. Just give me the chance.”
    She didn’t believe him for a moment, but the prospect of being free come morning tugged at her. She wanted to return to her family more than anything, to see her sisters Talia and Lara.
    “What…” She cleared her throat, unable to believe what she was about to do. She was selling herself for her freedom, but after almost six years it seemed worth it. She would whore for her scale. “What do I have to do?”
    He scraped her neck with his fangs. “Let me love you, dearest Cilla. Just let me love you.”
    She shivered in response, goose bumps rising along her neck and shoulders, her nipples hardening. “You want me to whore for you? Just you?”
    “Just me. And if you must think of it that way, I cannot stop you, but I assure you that you’ll enjoy every moment of our time together.” Djimon held out a hand for her and she placed her palm on his. “Come, lover.”
    She allowed him to lead her toward the bed, nerves churning and burning in her stomach. Could she do this? Would she do this? It wasn’t too late to say no, but the prospect of seeing her family… She’d go through with it. She’d let him do as he wished and damn the consequences. If this scarred her for the rest of her life…well, there was always therapy.
    Standing beside the imposing piece of furniture, he turned and stared at her, and she focused on the magic of his eyes. They shifted, and the color danced from the brightest of ambers to the deepest, darkest red until they were near black. Hungry eyes, the stories said.
    Hungry for what?
    Blood or sex, the myths echoed. Blood or sex. Or both.
    A shudder wracked through her, starting at her toes and traveling through each and every muscle to her head. Fear and arousal warred within. Her pussy ached for him, wanted him regardless of the circumstances. And yet her mind detested his very being, his method of seduction.
    Long, slim, nimble fingers reached for the buttons of her blouse and unbuttoned the top with what appeared to be practiced ease. One button after another succumbed to his ministrations, revealing the pale skin of her chest, the lace of her bra and the