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His eyes fell closed with the statements, his kiss turning gentle rather than hungry, the words a vow in my mind as he tried to heal the wound he’d reopened with his hurtful question.
And it was precisely the wrong response.
I wanted to fight him.
To let out some of the rage he’d awakened over the last few weeks.
To make him understand my place by his side, toearnthat position and test whether or not I could truly accept it.
I needed wicked Cam. The beast. The predator lurking beneath his skin.The vampire.
I conveyed that by biting down again, this time drawing blood from his tongue and causing him to wince.Consider that a marking,I growled into his mind.You. Are. Mine.
Then I get to return the favor, my queen,he mused right back at me.Only, I’m going to mark you right between your thighs.
I shook my head. “Get out.”
He pulled back, his eyebrows shooting upward. “Excuse me?”
“Get. Out.” I didn’t mean for him to get out of the bathroom, just the tub. “You want to see why you won’t bereplacing me?” I told him. “Sit right there”—I pointed at the edge—“and I’ll fucking show you.”
He stared at me for a beat, his mind quickly catching up to mine as his lips curled slightly upward. “As you wish. But I’m going to fucking drown you in my seed. Then I’m going to drink my fill while you beg me for mercy.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
CAM
Ismerelda’sfeline gaze tracked my movements as I settled onto the marbled edge of the tub.
She looked ready to eat me.
Or maybe kill me.
Either way, I anticipated her ferocity.
I had no idea what kind of recording equipment my brother had set up in here, and I no longer cared. If he wanted to see my queen devour me, I’d let him. Maybe then he’d understand why I had to end him.
Because he’d hurt my queen. My mate.My Ismerelda.
No one fucked with my lioness.
No one except me, anyway.
Her eyes narrowed as she knelt between my splayed thighs, that look of hers radiating violent intent.
I welcomed it. Knew I deserved it. And more, Icravedit.
She needed this experience to rekindle our relationship. To trust me. To have faith in our future together.
It was fucked up. Yet it was right. This place. This room. These circumstances. They set the boundaries for who we would be with each other. How much we could accomplish together, no matter the situation.
And most importantly, it would introduce us to the passion our souls had been meant to experience long ago.
There would be no hiding.
No limits.
No holding back.
