Page 87 of Vampire so Virtuous
She turned to the door, pulling the handle, and this time he let her open it and slip through. Marcel was in the corridor, ostensibly rearranging some flowers in a vase, but she barely spared him a glance as she hurried towardthe exit.
“I hope you enjoyed your stay, madam,” Marcel said, his tone so polite and proper despite the innuendo.
Antoine walked back into the living room, licking his fangs, the taste of her still filling his mouth.
The front door slammed shut.
Twenty-One – Cally
Cally sat in her rented Zipcar outside his house, trembling with rage… and other things.
Goddammit, why had she been so reckless? Walking in there, challenging him like that?
All she’d wanted was that cursed mark removed. To get her life back, to regain some control.
Her threats to expose him, the weapons she’d thought he’d be vulnerable to. Her best efforts, and he’d hardly batted an eyelid.
Maybe it had been too much of a gamble, but what was the alternative? Pretend it never happened? Ignore the constant tug drawing her to him?
He might’ve fed from her again, but at least she was still alive.
He’d been so smug, laughing at her.
And then, his body against hers. His breath brushing her ear, his lips skimming her neck. The unbelievable pleasure as he took her blood again. Her body had betrayed her, responding helplessly. His presence smothered her, intoxicating and inescapable. His body pressed against hers—intimate, claiming. She hadn’t been prepared.
She shivered, squeezing her thighs together, warmth pooling deep inside.
He’d felt it. He’dknown.
She’d felt him, too. Pressing against her ass. The sick bastard had enjoyed it.
That…degenerate.That seducer. An immortal French neck-romancer, a Cassanova wrapped in blood and sex.
Insufferable jerk.
But he wasn’t the only one who’d enjoyed it.
She thumped the steering wheel, the horn releasing a pathetic hoot in protest.
It didn’t help that he’d actually beencharming. Almost protective, in his overbearing, marked-you-you’re-mine way. He’d treated her like an equal… until he hadn’t. Until he took what he wanted, proving how little control she had.
It didn’t help that he was also infuriatingly attractive. That decadent French accent, the brooding intensity in his eyes, the chiseled chest barely veiled by his robe. Had he been naked under there? She’d woken him up; it was more than likely.
Why had she gone to see him? Had he been right? Had she wanted to?
She’d walked into his house, unannounced and uninvited, practically offering herself to him on a plate.
Why? That wasn’t her.
Was the mark controlling her?
Her fingers brushed her neck, skimming over the bite. The wound was already healing faster than it should. She swore under her breath.Better not let Joon see this.
Great. Now she had to add “part-time vampire snack” to her increasingly weird life.
Shit, I forgot to ask about Joon’s sister.
Screw it. She was here, she was still alive, and he’d already fed from her. He had no reason to do that again, right?
