Page 37 of Sold to the Nalgar
He didn’t lunge or threaten.
He just sat there, calm and composed, as if what he’d said was the most natural thing in the world.
Because to him, it probably was.
She wanted to scream. To sob. To disappear.
Instead, she swallowed it down. All of it. Every shattered, quivering piece.
Because if he wantedeverything,he would have to take it. Every inch. Every drop. Every last fucking scrap.
She would not give it freely.
Slowly, deliberately, he leaned forward.
His lips parted, and she saw them for the first time: gleaming and pointed.
Fangs. Real, gleaming fangs, sharp and pristine, longer than any human canine. Not costume teeth. Not movie props.
Real.
Panic gripped her chest.
He was a monster. A goddamn vampire. She shuddered, leaning back instinctively, her spine pressing into the cold stone headboard.
“No,” she said, voice low and shaking.
“I’m not going to bite you,” he replied smoothly, that maddening smile dancing across his lips again. “Not yet.”
He reached toward her: not quickly, not violently, just a slow, exploratory gesture.
“Just let me touch you.”
“No.” Her voice was firmer this time. Sharper.
He tilted his head. Considered her. “It’s easier if you don’t resist. More pleasant for you. But I can do it the other way… up to you.”
The smile widened, becoming devilish.Mischievous. He wasenjoyingthis.
Toying with her.
“What do you prefer, human?” he asked, voice low, dark with amusement. “To fight… or submit?”
She was backed into a corner—literally. The headboard met the wall at an angle behind her. She had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
He was sobig. Somuch. His presence filled the room, filled her lungs, filled every inch of her awareness. She couldn’t escape it.
He moved closer still.
The folds of his robe fell open slightly, revealing the pale gleam of his chest. Broad. Sculpted. Powerful. Not human, but… maddeningly perfect.
A warrior’s body. Built for destruction. Or pleasure.
She hated that she noticed. Hated that her breath caught in her throat.
Don’t be blinded,she told herself.Don’t forget what he is.
A brute. An arrogant, entitled bastard.
