Page 67 of Soul Sucker

“Suck you dry?”

“I’d like that. You on your knees…”

She smiled, then flicked his raised knee with her fingertip. He jerked away.

“Ouch! Don’t touch me.”

“She’s an empath, Rossa. She really can suck you dry,” Vadim said.

“Then why inmakkinghell are you hanging around with her?”

Vadim straightened. “As I said. Ms. Walsh is my colleague. We work together.”

“Work?” Rossa shook his head. “You make me sick, Vadim, or whatever you call yourself these days.”

“I don’t care what you think. I agree with Ms. Walsh, and I want you to leave.”

“All right then, but if anyone asks after you, I’m telling.”

With a flash of light, the blond disappeared, leaving Ella gaping at her now empty bed.

“I apologize for that. Rossa can be very immature.”

She turned to Vadim, who was disarming his gun. “Is that all you have to say?”

“He’s gone. He knows what you are. I doubt he’ll be back.” He started walking toward the kitchen.

She followed him out. “Hang on a minute. What the hell just happened? Who is he, and what was he doing in my bed?”

Vadim was filling a glass of water from the refrigerator. He’d already taken off his tie. His shirt was open, displaying his muscled chest and rather nice abs.

“I told you. His name is Rossa, and he normally resides in Otherworld. He must have sensed I was over there the other day and come to check up on me.”

“Then why didn’t he get intoyourbed?”

“He probably did. Alexei would’ve told him where I was. They are friends.” Vadim added three ice cubes. “Rossa won’t harm you.”

“How do you know?”

“Because if he’d wanted you dead, there would’ve been nothing you could do about it. Now he knows you’re an empath, he’ll be more careful. Even Otherworld realizes you have your uses for catching their criminals. No one wants to face the penalties for murdering one of your kind.”

“Apart from the Siren.” She glared at him. “And how exactly do you know all this?”

“It is a little complicated to explain.”

“I don’t care. Take your time and tell me.”

He took a slow sip of his water, then went across to his immaculately made bed and placed the glass on the coffee table beside his pillow. Ella tapped her foot. “Well?”

He took off his shirt and laid it carefully over the back of the nearest chair. “As Rossa said, we are connected. I can sense his thoughts, so I know what he’s likely to do next.” He undid his belt and Ella realized she couldn’t look away.

“But he was one hundred percent Fae.”

“Almost one hundred percent.”

Vadim unzipped his pants and then stepped out of them, lining up the seams before laying them next to his shirt. He wore tight cotton knit boxers, which molded far too well to the muscular curves of his spectacular ass. She found it hard to swallow.

“What else?” He turned to look at her and her gaze immediately dropped to the luscious bulge of his cock. “You said that it was complicated.”

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