Chapter Eleven
Daniel shook his head.
She was sitting on his sofa, bare naked, and laying down the law and making threats.
To him?
He'd unleashed something unexpected and something very, very dangerous.
Perhaps he should try another approach.
"Why do you think you came to work for me?"
"Money," she shot right back.
He smiled and it didn't reach his eyes. "Not for a need to right a wrong?"
Was he serious?
"Are you kidding me? Gillespie, Pattullo and Hindmarch are sharks."
Now those blue eyes went like ice and she wondered if this new Gia’s big vampyre mouth might become something of an issue.
"No. We put our clients, their needs and wishes, first. We do not break or bend the law and that is why we are the best."
She had to admit he was right.
But as far as she was concerned all the lawyers in the firm were still ruthless.
Then she decided it wasn’t worth arguing over.
Now he sat next to her, took her hand in his and brought it to his mouth.
His vivid blue eyes went so intense as they captured hers in a dead on stare that made her pulse jolt.
"Power," he said now in a deep voice, "is seductive and in you, your power is huge. In many ways staggering. In many ways you look magnificent. Somehow more. But you’re still my wee girl. And don’t you forget it."
The way he said it, the tone of his voice, the sincerity, made her bite down hard on the smart comeback and speak nothing but the truth.
"I feel invincible."
He pressed tiny kisses across her knuckles and all the while those watchful blue eyes never left hers.
"You’re not."
Her eyes held his while within her a feeling of power spread and contracted. It was glorious. Exciting. Something she wasn’t quite seeing danced tantalisingly at the edge of her consciousness. But she couldn’t quite get a handle on it.
Then she caught his eye and read a concern laced with a deep, dark arousal.
Again?
The man was a sex machine.
The heat of his gaze and the force of his desire, for her, as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world for him only made the power within her grow exponentially.
She wanted him too.
But words he’d said earlier came back to her.
Now her chin jerked as she stared up into those determined eyes and read the truth of his words.
"What do you know of Enricho Donatti?" she asked.
His hand reached to cup her face and her skin tingled in a way that made her turn her mouth to press her lips against his palm.
All the while her eyes never left his.
"I know he killed your husband. Want to tell me why you’ve sold your apartment and why you paid the proceeds into a business account owned by Enricho Donatti?"
The tip of her tongue took a careful lick of the palm of his hand and his pupils dilated.
Her nipples ached.
"It’s my mess. Or I should say, it’s Liam’s mess and I am going to clean it up."
"Are you indeed?" his voice was low and silky.
And her vampyre told her to be very, very careful.
"How old are you?" she asked now.
Immediately the tension in the atmosphere was released.
His tongue explored his bottom lip as his eyes danced into hers.
A vampyre with a sense of humour?
Who’d have thought it?
"I’m two hundred and thirty-two years old."
She laughed as she pulled her hand from his.
His touch was doing wonderful things to her clitoris.
And Gia realized she needed to keep a clear head around this man.
"Wow, I’ve never gone for older men, they tend not to have enough stamina," she said cheekily. His mouth twitched as he took the insult right on the chin.
She grinned, gave him a quick bump on his shoulder with her fist.
"I want sex," she said, and gave him another sharp bump. "Strip."
His blue eyes went wide even as he tried too hard not to smile.
"Look, we need to..."
She bumped him again, hard.
"You talk too much, probably because you’re a lawyer."
"Gia, baby..."
Abruptly her eyes went too dark into the color of a deeper claret.
And those eyes scared the shit out of Daniel.
Preternatural.
Predatory.
His pulse hammered helplessly in his throat.
And his laugh was a little forced.
"Gia, you know..." He took a breath, sent her what passed for a smile. "You’re worrying me. I think we need to..."
But her mouth nuzzled his and then she took a little bite out of his bottom lip.
And his rock hard erection pressed painfully against the metal teeth of his zipper.
She licked the sting on his lip all better.
"You know how to press a woman’s love button," she whispered into his mouth.
He what?
She leapt.
Daniel found himself on his back with a hot naked woman straddling him and her mouth devouring his.
The way he went even harder too fast had the blood boiling in his system.
He tore his mouth away from hers, caught her face between his hands and forced her to look at him.
"Listen to me, for just a minute..."
"Kiss me," she demanded. "A real one with tongue and teeth."
Bloody hell.
He told his vampyre to take it easy because it was roaring in his head to take his woman and to take her hard.
Now her eyes went soft as they gazed intimately into his and he had the peculiar feeling she could see right down into his very soul.
"You’re going to give me beautiful babies," she all but purred into his mouth.
Jesus!
God!
His vampyre tossed his head back to howl like a wolf in heat and leapt.
Flat on her back, glittering eyes the color of red wine was all Gia saw as he bent his dark head to hers.
And the moment his mouth took hers a savage arousal was a raging storm roaring through her system.
Her tongue touched his.
And his response stunned her.
With a growl his hands streaked through her hair, yanked her head back and his tongue speared into her mouth.
It was a kiss that screamed mine.
It was a kiss that dominated, demanded and took. A part of her wondered what she’d done, what she’d let loose. Another part of her couldn't give a hot damn.
He was all around her, his scent, his wicked hands commanding her secret places. The sleek skim of his tongue, the way it thrust again and again, the way it tangled with hers made her helplessly wet and needy.
He was devouring her.
God, she loved it.
He raised his head, rubbed the pad of his thumb over her inflamed lips and wild claret colored eyes stared into hers. With a soft, triumphant laugh his thumb slid in and out of her mouth before he took it again in a bold-tongued kiss, making love to her mouth.
Her puckered nipples were bullet hard peaks.
She closed her eyes and simply let herself go.
"Look at me," he commanded in a deep throaty growl.
Watching him through narrowed lids Gia felt an erotic little thrill run up her spine.
Dear heaven, she’d unleashed the beast.
Chapter Twelve
His vampyre ruled supreme.
And it appeared the same thing was happening to Gia.
The way she was twisting her pelvis under him told him more than words how much she needed him. Her flesh was so hot she burned beneath him. Again his vampyre roared. For a fleeting moment the part of him that was man thought about trying to stop, but then the moment was gone as a violent, wild conflagration raced through his body.
She was his.<
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Forever.
There would be serious consequences to this, he knew, but there was nothing he could do to stop his beast. Then he kissed her and as his tongue impaled her mouth, ruling her, he couldn't think at all. His hand spread around her neck and squeezed, holding her still. His thumb circled a pulse gone crazy. The scent of her arousal, of his arousal, blended with the scent of his woman. His hand slid down to first cup the weight of her breast. Then he rolled her pink and hard little nipple between his finger and thumb and gently pinched as he tugged. Instantly her back arched as a groan escaped from her throat. Now he cupped that breast as he dipped his head and brought it to his hungry mouth, sucking the hot flesh hard. Her cry of his name made him suck again and again. She tasted like the sweetest honey. His fingers plucked her slippy nipple as he moved to her other breast. This time he used the wet heat of his mouth, his teeth, carefully, to bring her to the edge fast. Now she was sobbing his name, even as she pressed open mouthed kisses to his shoulder as her body shuddered beneath him.
But he would not be hurried.
He shifted to bury his face in her soft belly, to lick her navel and tease her to death as his teeth gently nipped flesh that smelled of flowers and his lips kissed the spot to ease the sting. And all the while his hands slid under her bare bottom to spread her wide. The scent of her arousal summoned him, a siren's call, as he wedged his wide shoulders between her thighs. He gave her no warning, no to time to prepare as his tongue entered and he sucked and drank as she screamed his name aloud.
She burned for him.
He'd never felt heat like it.
His hands pinned her to the bed as she tried to writhe beneath him, but he held her utterly still. He was like a starving man who hadn't seen food in a month as he tasted and licked and sucked. And as he used his teeth on her clitoris her climax roared through her as she screamed and begged him again and again to please, please, please take me. The sounds she was making, as if she couldn't get enough oxygen into her lungs, only drove him to do more to her. He didn't give her time to recover from one climax and he was taking her up again, sucking gently on an oversensitive clitoris as his fingers entered her slick heat. She was beyond wild now, beyond any self-control as her thighs spasmed and her body went tight around his fingers.
Now he shifted to press his aching erection at her entrance and stopped.
She was flushed, her cheeks streaked with crimson, her eyes tightly shut as she gasped for breath.
"Eyes on me, Gia."
It took her at least ten seconds to hear him.
He waited.
And all the while her body tried to suck his into her.
Greedy.
Her full lips trembled with every inhale, every exhale.
He could imagine that mouth doing wonderful things to his dick.
They'd save that for later.
And still he waited.
At last, her eyes flickered and then opened.
The human Gia was back.
Big brown eyes stared into his.
He didn't read alarm.
He didn't read fear.
He read a burning arousal.
"When I am inside you, at all times you keep your eyes on me. Do you understand me? I want to hear you call my name and tell me you want me."
His vampyre was demanding not only her respect, but her utter surrender to him. She was his and he needed to hear her say it. Even if she didn't want to.
Those brown eyes seemed to beg him not to force the issue, to give her time.
He shook his head.
When she moaned and wriggled beneath him, his jaw clenched. Then she twisted her hips, tried to push up to take him into her. And still he held still. His head felt as if it was about to explode with need and his dick throbbed so hard he nearly whined in his throat. But he held fast as his vampyre's language deteriorated in his mind.
Fuck.
He was becoming desperate.
"Gia, I need to hear it or I walk away."
Christ, as if he could walk in this state.
Tears ran down her face as she twisted her head from side to side.
"OKAY! Just do it, Daniel. I want you. I want you now!"
Still he held fast.
His arms and his legs were trembling from the effort of holding back.
"You are mine," he growled the word.
"God, yes, yes. I'm yours."
She was sobbing now.
He didn't hesitate.
He impaled her as he entered.
He took her hard.
He took her fast.
And all the time he watched her face as her neck arched and her mouth made the O shape of pleasure. He adored the way her lips trembled every time she took a shaky breath. He loved the way her smooth breasts jerked with every pounding stroke. Her eyes stayed on his and went hazy as her body matched the pistoning rhythm of his.
He shifted his hips, his hand shoving up her knee to go deeper. Now she was crying his name, chanting his name, as he took her up again. He didn't stop, didn't slow, as her eyes grew wide. He recognized alarm, and knew what it felt like. Her vampyre rose, claws penetrating his flesh. Digging deep and drawing blood that dripped on sheets of white linen. Still, he didn't stop. His body relentlessly ruling her with an authority she must obey.
"Who am I?" he asked in a voice that more beast than man. "Say it."
She was his.
After this night, she would always be his.
And already he knew that he would never, ever, get enough of this woman.
There was a flash of something like resistance in her vampyre eyes.
His own narrowed.
No way.
Now he kept his gaze riveted to her face as his hand slid between them and his thumb pressed hard against her slick nub. Her eyes went wide as her body spasmed around his again and again.
"Who am I?"
Her newborn fangs dug into her full bottom lip making her bleed.
His hips pistoned into her and he heard her cry.
The scent of her blood only made him hunger even more.
He bent his head and licked to take the taste of her on his tongue.
She arched her neck in invitation.
He didn't need to be asked twice.
His fangs hit the spot.
And his eyes nearly rolled back in his head as the liquid power of her raced through his system.
He drank.
He drank deeply.
Then he suckled and licked the spot to seal the wound.
Her hand slid around his neck to pull him close.
She was strong.
And as her needle sharp fangs slid into his arterial blood vessel and drank from him, he knew that a blood pact had been made this day.
She might not have said it, damn her, but she was his.
Her body rose to meet his, thrust for thrust.
And he realized that when it came to sex they were more than equal.
However, his vampyre wasn't having it.
The beast wanted more, wanted everything.
He slammed into her again and again as he took them both on the wild ride of their lives.
Her flesh tightened so hard around him he nearly whimpered.
It cost him, but he kept going hard and fast.
Then she arched her back as her breath hitched as her whole body clenched. Her scream nearly burst his eardrums as her orgasm savaged them both. He couldn't stop the ejaculation of his seed hot and strong as it shot again and again inside her.
He collapsed upon her, his face buried in the heady scent of her neck as her body milked his for every single drop as he stayed within her and surfed the wave to a calm shore.
God.
He'd used her hard and he bet she was going to be very sore later.
He lifted his head and found himself staring into the eyes of a vampyre.
A very happy and satiated looking vampyre.
"You want to know who you are to me?" she asked.
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p; Daniel nodded and his heart soared in his chest.
She was going to admit she was his.
Her swollen mouth curved.
"You are mine," she said.
His eyes held hers as the response had alarm bells pealing loud and long in his head.
Silence.
"Wrong answer."
It nearly killed him to do it, but Daniel managed to regain control over his vampyre. A vampyre that was literally snapping at the leash to punish her for her disrespect, her obstinate disobedience.
Ignoring the look of bewilderment in her eyes, he peeled himself from her soft and willing body and stood. His heart was hammering against his ribcage so hard that he found it difficult to catch a breath. And he closed his eyes to the howl of outrage of his vampyre in his mind. If he didn't walk away from her now, his vampyre would mete out a physical punishment. Gia had been hurt, both physically and psychologically, by a man before and Daniel reminded the beast that he'd die before he let him hurt her.
Chapter Thirteen
Eyes stinging, Gia lay on her back.
Her body might be replete and satiated.
But her heart was heavy.
She swore to every deity in the universe that she would never, ever forgive him for this. She'd placed her heart in his hands. She'd given him all she had to give. How dare he walk away from her like this? It appeared she'd chosen yet another man who didn't believe in after-sex caresses or intimate whispers. Not even a hug. She heard the sudden rush of the shower and the sound of a person washing the scent of her from his body.
But suddenly anger leaked away to be replaced by a bone-weary exhaustion.
She was tired, too tired.
Her eyes closed as she dropped abruptly into darkness.
Later, she awoke to find Daniel dressed for work.
The legacy from his Celtic forebears, the high cheekbones, the strong jaw, echoed in his eyes, a deep Scottish blue, and in the thick black hair framing a clever face. That hair flowed to his crisp shirt collar of white cotton. His charcoal grey suit, made by a master tailor in Rome, hugged immense shoulders. He was immaculate from the gloss of his hair to the shine in his handmade shoes of the best Italian leather.
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