the back part of
the bar.
“Can I trust you to take me back here?” she
asked as she raced to keep up. “Seems like when girls come back
here with you they don’t come back.”
“You tell me,” he bit out. “You know what I
am. You know what I want. Yet you’re still here.”
“I’m not afraid,” she told him with all the
confidence she could muster, but Raven knew it was complete
bullshit.
He just smiled as he pushed open a door to a
darkened room. “Famous last words,” he said in a soft, low
voice.
She gulped but kept her head high. He lit a
huge candelabra. He motioned to the big bed. “Make yourself at
home.”
She darted a look his direction. “No,
thanks.”
He smirked. “Suit yourself.”
He took off his coat and loosened his shirt
before plopping down on the middle of the bed. She stood off to the
side, and opened her notepad. “What do you remember about the last
time you saw Sonja?”
“Let me think. Oh yes. I was making her come
all over my cock.” With smug satisfaction he watched her eyes
widen. “Try putting that in print.”
“I’m being serious.”
“You’re being nosy. That’s a dangerous
vocation around a place like this.”
“So they keep telling me.”
Raven leaned back with his hands behind his
head. “And yet you keep coming back. What does that say about
you?”
Her eyebrow arched. “That I don’t intimidate
easily.”
He chuckled. “Or that you’re easy to tempt,”
he countered. His eyes locked in with hers and instantly she could
feel his mouth on hers, slow open-mouthed kisses to tantalize, to
drive her crazy. She cleared her throat and shook the images
away.
“Not as easy as you might think,” she
managed, but her voice cracked. Yet another lie.
“No?” he asked, and then sent her penetrative
mental images of his hand on her breast as he thrust his tongue
into her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss that managed to make him
as weak-kneed as it did her.
She crossed her arms across her chest and
backed up. “Where would you be without all your mystical powers, I
wonder.”
“In a grave,” he answered as he sprang to his
feet. “I prefer this.”
He came to stand next to her, keeping her
rooted to the spot with his eyes.
“Is that why you murdered Tracy Lynn and
Sonja?”
“I murdered no one,” he told her firmly, but
softly.
“Isn’t that part of your mystique? To turn
mere mortals into vampires like yourself?”
He invaded her thoughts easily. She was the
moth drawn to the flame, even if she wouldn’t admit that to
herself. He reached up to touch her hair. “What answer would reward
me a kiss?”
“There’s nothing you could say,” she told
him, but even as she said it sounded like a bluff.
“No?” he asked softly as he stepped closer.
His head tilted toward hers and his hot breath danced along her
slightly parted lips. She saw his desire to kiss her in his dark
and clouded eyes, and as much as she didn’t want to admit it, the
thought excited her.
“No,” she told him firmly, willing herself to
be strong.
He moved away. “That’s a shame.”
“Sex is your weapon, isn’t it?” she queried,
both relieved and frustrated he walked away. “How you bait victims
into your lair?”
He laughed out loud. “A lair? You give me far
too much credit.” He turned back to face her. “I’m the wind,
Abigail. Nothing can contain me. I take what is freely given and I
move on to the next donor. It’s really quite harmless.”
“You call sucking someone’s blood
harmless?”
“It can be,” he replied. “You just have to
know where to stop.”
It was her turn to laugh. “You’re the
ultimate hedonist. Like you would know when to stop.”
His eyes turned cold. “I know exactly when to
stop,” he told her. He grabbed his coat and headed toward the door.
She wanted to call out to him but she fought it. He wanted her to
follow, and she knew if she did she no longer had any power.
She could imagine nothing worse.
the bar.
“Can I trust you to take me back here?” she
asked as she raced to keep up. “Seems like when girls come back
here with you they don’t come back.”
“You tell me,” he bit out. “You know what I
am. You know what I want. Yet you’re still here.”
“I’m not afraid,” she told him with all the
confidence she could muster, but Raven knew it was complete
bullshit.
He just smiled as he pushed open a door to a
darkened room. “Famous last words,” he said in a soft, low
voice.
She gulped but kept her head high. He lit a
huge candelabra. He motioned to the big bed. “Make yourself at
home.”
She darted a look his direction. “No,
thanks.”
He smirked. “Suit yourself.”
He took off his coat and loosened his shirt
before plopping down on the middle of the bed. She stood off to the
side, and opened her notepad. “What do you remember about the last
time you saw Sonja?”
“Let me think. Oh yes. I was making her come
all over my cock.” With smug satisfaction he watched her eyes
widen. “Try putting that in print.”
“I’m being serious.”
“You’re being nosy. That’s a dangerous
vocation around a place like this.”
“So they keep telling me.”
Raven leaned back with his hands behind his
head. “And yet you keep coming back. What does that say about
you?”
Her eyebrow arched. “That I don’t intimidate
easily.”
He chuckled. “Or that you’re easy to tempt,”
he countered. His eyes locked in with hers and instantly she could
feel his mouth on hers, slow open-mouthed kisses to tantalize, to
drive her crazy. She cleared her throat and shook the images
away.
“Not as easy as you might think,” she
managed, but her voice cracked. Yet another lie.
“No?” he asked, and then sent her penetrative
mental images of his hand on her breast as he thrust his tongue
into her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss that managed to make him
as weak-kneed as it did her.
She crossed her arms across her chest and
backed up. “Where would you be without all your mystical powers, I
wonder.”
“In a grave,” he answered as he sprang to his
feet. “I prefer this.”
He came to stand next to her, keeping her
rooted to the spot with his eyes.
“Is that why you murdered Tracy Lynn and
Sonja?”
“I murdered no one,” he told her firmly, but
softly.
“Isn’t that part of your mystique? To turn
mere mortals into vampires like yourself?”
He invaded her thoughts easily. She was the
moth drawn to the flame, even if she wouldn’t admit that to
herself. He reached up to touch her hair. “What answer would reward
me a kiss?”
“There’s nothing you could say,” she told
him, but even as she said it sounded like a bluff.
“No?” he asked softly as he stepped closer.
His head tilted toward hers and his hot breath danced along her
slightly parted lips. She saw his desire to kiss her in his dark
and clouded eyes, and as much as she didn’t want to admit it, the
thought excited her.
“No,” she told him firmly, willing herself to
be strong.
He moved away. “That’s a shame.”
“Sex is your weapon, isn’t it?” she queried,
both relieved and frustrated he walked away. “How you bait victims
into your lair?”
He laughed out loud. “A lair? You give me far
too much credit.” He turned back to face her. “I’m the wind,
Abigail. Nothing can contain me. I take what is freely given and I
move on to the next donor. It’s really quite harmless.”
“You call sucking someone’s blood
harmless?”
“It can be,” he replied. “You just have to
know where to stop.”
It was her turn to laugh. “You’re the
ultimate hedonist. Like you would know when to stop.”
His eyes turned cold. “I know exactly when to
stop,” he told her. He grabbed his coat and headed toward the door.
She wanted to call out to him but she fought it. He wanted her to
follow, and she knew if she did she no longer had any power.
She could imagine nothing worse.
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