Marked: City of the Damned Book 1 by Everly Drummond Page B

they were at this very moment.
Mistaking the look in his eyes as anger, Sara leaned forward and
buried her face in the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry. I should
never have done something like that without asking you first.”
    “Sorry? What do you have to be sorry for?
That was the best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had in my life.”
    Shocked, Sara raised her head and faced him.
“You’re just saying that to make me happy.”
    “I’d never lie to you, Sara,” Gedeon said in
a more serious tone. Raising his hands, Gedeon trailed his fingers
along the exposed skin of her slender arms, causing goose bumps to
rise on her flesh. “Where on earth did you learn something like
that?”
    “I found it in an article on this website. It
said that if you...”
    The sound of Gedeon’s cacophonous laughter
filled the air around them.
    “What’s so funny? I thought you said you
liked?” A blush reddened her cheeks, and Sara bashfully looked
away.
    The laughing subsided and was replaced by the
soothing sound of Gedeon’s voice. “You could do anything to me and
I’d love it. As a matter of fact, I’d like you to do something for
me tonight.”
    “What?” Sara asked without turning to look at
him.
    “We’ll talk about it when we get upstairs,
but right now I’d better get dressed.”
    Sara looked up and saw that they were parked
in front of the condo. Its elegant curves and sharp angles
accentuated the art deco facade of the building. After fastening
his pants Gedeon helped Sara out of the limo and led her towards
the entrance to the building.
    “What about our luggage?” Sara asked as she
stepped out of the limo and onto the sidewalk that spanned the
length of the building.
    “The driver will see that it’s brought up to
the suite.” Gedeon smiled and squeezed her hand as they walked
through the doors and into the lobby.
    Chrome accents glistened under the
fluorescent lighting that hung from the ceiling above, and Sara
blatantly stared at the pictures of half naked women that adorned
the walls.
    Gedeon noticed the amused look on Sara’s face
and chuckled. “They’re original works by Tamara de Lempicka. Do you
like them?”
    “They’re different,” she replied sheepishly.
Sara wasn’t familiar with the Art Deco Movement, but it was obvious
even to her that this building housed many original and restored
pieces of the era. Even the tile floor of the lobby was unlike
anything she’d ever seen before. Hand laid mosaic tiles had been
interlaced together to form graceful curves and intricate circular
patterns.
    “Come on,” Gedeon said, and tugged at her
hand as he dragged her towards a set of ornate brass elevator doors
“I have something else I want to show you.”
    They rode the elevator to the fifth floor in
silence. Sara’s stomach felt queasy as they walked down the hall
towards the suite, dragging her feet on the carpet as they went.
The whole reason for this trip to Florida was so Gedeon could mark
her without the risk of her aunt discovering them, but they’d never
discussed any of the details or when it was going to take place.
Sara could vividly remember the pain of being marked by Pryse and
had come to the conclusion that the less she knew about what was
going to happen to her, the better off she’d be. But it did nothing
to calm the nervousness that had suddenly overcome her. Would
tonight be the night, or would Gedeon give her a couple days to
enjoy the nice weather and take in the sights before she was
subjected to days, or perhaps weeks, of excruciating pain?
    As if sensing her fear, Gedeon wrapped his
arms around Sara’s waist and pulled her securely into his embrace.
He leaned down and tenderly placed a kiss on her forehead. “Not
tonight. I promise. Tonight is all about you and me.”
    Sara looked up at him and smiled. “I was
hoping you’d say that.”

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