Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Weeks of tension built inside me, and now it comes rushing out like a volcano finally erupting. I want to hurt him the way he hurt me. “Then maybe I will take your advice. I’ll find another royal. All of you royal vampires seem to sniff around consorts. I have heard royals are not very picky these days. They will even fuck a beast. Well, when they think to. Maybe I can find a royal with a bit more of a sex drive.”
“You are pushing me,” Dante says, his voice a low snarl. “I don’t know why. I’ve done nothing for the last few weeks but work for our future.”
“I do not want this future.” Frustrated tears fill my eyes. How can I make him understand? How can I tell him I feel smothered here? “I want to call Meg and go to the Faery plane.”
He moves faster than my eye can track. I noticed since he started taking my blood that he seems stronger, faster than he was before. “You are not going anywhere. I am on the edge. Don’t do this. I can’t promise you that I won’t do something I’ll regret. Back down now, consort.”
I know what I should do. It is there in his stance and his voice. I am “pushing his buttons,” as they say on this plane. Vampires are ridiculously possessive of their consorts, and they can be very domineering. It is one of the things I missed over the last few weeks. Even our sex has been bland.
“No. You do not own me.”
His fangs seem larger than ever before. “I thought to let them finish our playroom before we used it, but you made that choice, love. If you’re leaving then I should at least get what I can now.”
He picks me up, cradling me to his chest.
“Dante, put me down.”
He does not bother to reply, simply carries me down the hall to the second bedroom. All the last week, deliveries came and workers walked in and out of the room. I was told not to take a peek. It is supposed to be a surprise. Now my heart races as I realize I am going into the room he says is for play. Sex. That is what he means by play. He means sex, and I get the feeling it will not be easy, lazy sex. It will be rough.
He is right. If I am going to leave, I want a last time with him. I will never forget him, and I will hold the memory in my heart.
He kicks open the door. It flies back and slams into the wall.
I struggle to see. The room is utterly transformed from a nice bedroom into something dark and exotic. Dante does not bother to explain the strange cross on the wall or why there are so many hooks in the ceiling. He simply walks to the center of the room and sets me on a plush ottoman. It is circular and large.
Before I can move, he has my hands in his. He drags them behind my back, and cold metal snaps around my wrists. I tug, but my hands are locked together.
“Clothes, off. Command 125.” With his words, my clothes recede around my body, shrinking to a neat pile at my knees. Dante smiles, but it is a harsh thing, without an ounce of humor. “I programmed your clothes, love. I could have had you naked at any time.”
My eyes slide from his. “Well, you did not want to.”
He tugs my head up. “Is that what this is about? Baby, I’m trying to figure this out. You think I don’t want you?”
It is so much more than that, but this is a question I can answer. “I think you like sex, but I am just a body.”
He groans and hauls me against his body. “So untrue. Gods, if you could sneak a peek into my brain during the day you would know it’s always Kaja—all the time. I have to concentrate to not think of you. You invade my thoughts all day. I sit in meetings and all I can think of is you riding my cock. It plays hell with me. I can’t properly explain why talking about marketing gives me a hard-on.”
I do not understand him at all. “But you are never with me.”
His eyes soften now that he has me naked. “It’s work. You don’t get it. This is the way my plane runs. You’ll settle in.”
I will not, but I am unsure how to make him see it. How can I make him understand that my heart hurts every time he walks out the door? “I won’t. No one will accept me.”
His hands cup my shoulders. “I accept you. You have to understand. I can’t let you go. I won’t let you go.”