Page 4 of Tempt Me
She remembers me.
I wasn’t sure if she would or not.
“Rue, dear. This is Isaac Winston. You two will be spending a lot of time together, so play nice.” The warning in his tone makes me want to smile. Her wicked side is renowned. She is as vicious as a vengeful goddess on the warpath. Her thirst for blood matches my own, which makes me crave to be with her even more.
But she is forbidden.
Completely, undeniably untouchable.
“Want an apple?” she asks, her eyebrow arched as she throws a crisp green apple to me.
Catching it deftly, my eyes narrowed. My mouth curves into a sinister smile that ignites the fire in her eyes.
Slowly pulling out my hunting knife, I slice a piece off, my gaze never leaving hers. “Thanks.”
“Anytime. So you and me are best buddies now?”
“Yes,” Viktor chimes in, suspicion in his tone. “Do you two know each other?”
“We’ve never officially met, but I remember you from Grove City,” Rue says before I can formulate a sensible reaction. “You were at Logan Carter’s apartment that one time.”
“That’s right,” I murmur.
“Hmm,” Viktor says. “Well, Logan is a vital asset to our Society, so meeting through him is kismet, yes?”
“Oh, yeah,” Rue says, her gaze daring me to say more.
She is a firecracker, and I fear that I’m doomed. Irrevocably doomed to end up between her legs but never any deeper into her life. She will use me, wear me out, and discard me when she gets married, and for my sins, I will let her.
Chapter3
Rue
Watching Isaac slice that apple with such precision stirs something in my blood. I bet he could dismember someone cleanly and with a smile on his face.
“Well, I will leave you two to sort out your schedule,” Dad says, backing out with an absent wave.
He has no idea what he’s just done. He’s dangled a giant carrot in front of me that I will have a hard time ignoring.
Turning on my heel, I march back into my room, expecting him to follow me. He does it at his own pace, which tells me one thing. No one pushes him. He does what he wants when he wants.Iwill be the one falling into line around him, not the other way around.
Part of me wants to show him who’s boss, but the other darker, sexier part wants him to dominate me while he rides me like a pony.
This is going to be fun.
And will distract me from the looming problem of Antonio.
“Daddy says you’re going to be with me all day, every day,” I say, turning back to Isaac.
“That’s right, Princess.”
My heart leaps into my throat until I realize he meant princess with a capital P. Not many people call me that, so it’s a title I’m unfamiliar with.
“Call me Rue,” I croak.
He nods vaguely, looking everywhere except at me.
That doesn’t cut it.
