Page 22 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
“I would never.”
He leans in closer, hovering his face mere inches from mine. “Liar,” he whispers.
For some reason, this makes my smile widen, and he pulls back, watching me with a strange look on his face.
“Grayson should have locked the doors,” he mumbles to himself as he glances down the hall. He’s still holding me firmly enough that I can’t escape his grip. I’m a bit tired of being pushed against a wall without sex being involved.
I don’t want to sleep with this asshole, but normally when a man throws a woman against a wall, it’s for sex. Colt hasn’t received that memo apparently.
“Colt.”
He glances at me. “What?”
“I have to pee.”
“Again?” He seems genuinely surprised by this.
I chuckle. “I’m human, remember?”
“Right, of course. Let’s go.” He steps away but keeps a firm grip on one of my arms and pulls me alongside him.
Colt shoves me inside an elevator and jams the button for floor thirteen.
“I thought the thirteenth floor was bad luck.”
He scoffs. “Are you afraid of ghosts, Demi?” Turning to look at me, he smirks and flashes his fangs.
I stare at the sharp tips for a few seconds before answering. “I’m not scared of ghosts. Only asshole vampires who need to get laid.”
My back hits the side wall of the elevator. Colt’s hand is firmly wrapped around my throat, but he’s not choking me. The glare he sends my way tells me he’d very much like to strangle me. He’s not the boss though, and his restraint confirms that whoever the boss is wants me alive.
I place my fingers on his forearm, ignoring the muscles and veins that I’d normally find attractive, and dig my nails into his skin. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you anger is a sign of weakness?”
Colt narrows his eyes. “Grayson tells me that all the time. He doesn’t realize how I use the anger though.”
“How’s that?” I ask on a pant.
He’s tightened his grip, and while I can still breathe, it’s a struggle.
Colt, who’s been an arm’s length away, closes the distance between us and watches my chest rise and fall with a sardonic smile. “You’re a wonderful liar, Demi, but you can’t hide your fear from me.” His green eyes watch as his thumb strokes the column of my throat.
The bastard vampire pushes his hips into mine and drops his mouth to my neck. He drops a feather light kiss below his fingers, then moves his mouth to my ear. “You also can’t hide the fact that you’re turned on right now despite being terrified I might kill you.”
His words rumble across my skin, and I shudder.
“You won’t kill me.”
“What makes you so sure?” he asks then nips my ear.
I yelp because I didn’t expect him to bite me. “Whoever is in charge wants me alive. You would have killed me already if not.”
When he removes his hand and steps away, I start to crumple to the floor. Using my hands, I press against the wall and steady my feet. Colt’s watching me with a wrinkle between his eyebrows. I watch him, patiently waiting for his next move.
“You’re not as smart as you think you are.” Then he starts to grab my arm.
For a vampire, he’s sort of stupid. I let him take my arm, then jerk my body toward his and use my free hand to slam my palm into his nose.
“Shit.”
