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stared into cold blue eyes.
“How did you enjoy that, Angelica? I can choke you repeatedly without taking your life. How about I do that to you for months or years, only each time I’ll take you just a little closer to death. How does that sound?”
“Go to hell.” Her voice was hoarse as she spoke. “I despise you.”
“What you’re not getting is that I don’t care what you think of me. All I need is for you to say ‘Yes, master,’ and mean it.” His hand slid down her throat to her breasts. He caressed her, in much the same way that horrible woman had done earlier in the week.
“Does that feel good?” He was even using the same line the woman had used.
“I hate that you’re touching me.”
“You can learn to love my touch, or fear it, the choice is yours.” He pinched her nipple and the same kind of fire that had penetrated her breast at that woman’s hand touched her again, a threat that could get much worse. But now she understood that this was some kind of vampire ability.
“All I have to do is let my energy flow and you’ll be screaming. Is that what you want? Pain so bad that you’ll pass out?” He leaned close. “I don’t want to do this to you and you can make it stop. Just submit to me, because, trust me, I can keep this up for hours.”
“She did the same thing to me, only much worse, and I didn’t relent then,” Angelica said. “Why would I give in to you now?”
He released her breast, frowning. “What do you mean,
she
?”
Angelica’s knees had started feeling rubbery, and she was grateful he’d backed off. He hadn’t hurt her the way the woman had, but he could have and might yet. “The woman at the prison, with this cloud of red curly hair. She came to see me, said she was tempted to buy me herself. I didn’t get it, then, but I do now. She’s a sadistic slaver, just like you.”
He didn’t say anything for a long moment. Finally, he said, “Describe the woman. What did she look like, besides her red hair?”
“Why should I tell you?”
But the moment the words left her mouth, his hand was around her throat again, squeezing. “What did she look like?” His eyes were wild. “Goddammit, Angelica, what the fuck did she look like? You’ve got to tell me. This is important.”
She blinked several times, stunned by the sudden intense look in his eye. The woman meant something to him, something really bad. “Her eyes were a dark blue. She had a small mouth, pale skin. She was beautiful and ugly at the same time. She hurt me.”
“And she was at the prison, where you were held?”
She nodded.
She didn’t know why, but Reyes released her throat, then stepped away from her, sweeping a hand down his face. He bent over as if in sudden pain. After a moment, however, he rose up and straightened his shoulders, coming back to himself. Whatever memories this woman had evoked, he appeared to have shunted aside.
He met her gaze again, his eyes narrowed as though contemplating his next move. “If pain doesn’t affect you, maybe the opposite will.”
When he moved toward her this time, she trembled all over again but for a different reason as his gaze roved her body. He drew close, pushing her robe aside. “You have beautiful breasts. That dress you wore at the Ocean Club still gets me going when I think about it. But what would please you, I wonder?” He leaned down and suckled her breast.
“Don’t do this,” she whispered. She’d had fantasies about Reyes before her abduction, all of which she’d enjoyed.
But right now she was horrified that he would do this to her while she was chained to a wall. For some reason it seemed worse to her than the feel of his hand at her throat, or the fire at her breast, that while holding her captive, he would pleasure her.
In a louder voice, she said, “You sick bastard, stop it. I hate what you’re doing.”
He slowly dropped to his knees, looking up at her at the same time. “You don’t get a say in this, slave.
“How did you enjoy that, Angelica? I can choke you repeatedly without taking your life. How about I do that to you for months or years, only each time I’ll take you just a little closer to death. How does that sound?”
“Go to hell.” Her voice was hoarse as she spoke. “I despise you.”
“What you’re not getting is that I don’t care what you think of me. All I need is for you to say ‘Yes, master,’ and mean it.” His hand slid down her throat to her breasts. He caressed her, in much the same way that horrible woman had done earlier in the week.
“Does that feel good?” He was even using the same line the woman had used.
“I hate that you’re touching me.”
“You can learn to love my touch, or fear it, the choice is yours.” He pinched her nipple and the same kind of fire that had penetrated her breast at that woman’s hand touched her again, a threat that could get much worse. But now she understood that this was some kind of vampire ability.
“All I have to do is let my energy flow and you’ll be screaming. Is that what you want? Pain so bad that you’ll pass out?” He leaned close. “I don’t want to do this to you and you can make it stop. Just submit to me, because, trust me, I can keep this up for hours.”
“She did the same thing to me, only much worse, and I didn’t relent then,” Angelica said. “Why would I give in to you now?”
He released her breast, frowning. “What do you mean,
she
?”
Angelica’s knees had started feeling rubbery, and she was grateful he’d backed off. He hadn’t hurt her the way the woman had, but he could have and might yet. “The woman at the prison, with this cloud of red curly hair. She came to see me, said she was tempted to buy me herself. I didn’t get it, then, but I do now. She’s a sadistic slaver, just like you.”
He didn’t say anything for a long moment. Finally, he said, “Describe the woman. What did she look like, besides her red hair?”
“Why should I tell you?”
But the moment the words left her mouth, his hand was around her throat again, squeezing. “What did she look like?” His eyes were wild. “Goddammit, Angelica, what the fuck did she look like? You’ve got to tell me. This is important.”
She blinked several times, stunned by the sudden intense look in his eye. The woman meant something to him, something really bad. “Her eyes were a dark blue. She had a small mouth, pale skin. She was beautiful and ugly at the same time. She hurt me.”
“And she was at the prison, where you were held?”
She nodded.
She didn’t know why, but Reyes released her throat, then stepped away from her, sweeping a hand down his face. He bent over as if in sudden pain. After a moment, however, he rose up and straightened his shoulders, coming back to himself. Whatever memories this woman had evoked, he appeared to have shunted aside.
He met her gaze again, his eyes narrowed as though contemplating his next move. “If pain doesn’t affect you, maybe the opposite will.”
When he moved toward her this time, she trembled all over again but for a different reason as his gaze roved her body. He drew close, pushing her robe aside. “You have beautiful breasts. That dress you wore at the Ocean Club still gets me going when I think about it. But what would please you, I wonder?” He leaned down and suckled her breast.
“Don’t do this,” she whispered. She’d had fantasies about Reyes before her abduction, all of which she’d enjoyed.
But right now she was horrified that he would do this to her while she was chained to a wall. For some reason it seemed worse to her than the feel of his hand at her throat, or the fire at her breast, that while holding her captive, he would pleasure her.
In a louder voice, she said, “You sick bastard, stop it. I hate what you’re doing.”
He slowly dropped to his knees, looking up at her at the same time. “You don’t get a say in this, slave.
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