to take me right there. To hoist me onto his hips and take me hard against this wall. I whimpered at the thought of it.
His lips curled into a half-smirk, half-snarl, and for a split second I could have sworn his eyes glowed in the dim light of my apartment. He sniffed my hair, shuddering as he inhaled my scent. “You intoxicate me. Your absence starves me. When I’m near you, I ache to taste you.” His soft lips tickled my earlobe. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to. He had me pinned. “And I always get what I want, Raven. Always.” There was something predatory about him in that moment. A wild streak in his eyes that was almost inhuman.
“You—you should go.” If he stayed any longer, I was going to give in and let him do what he wanted with me. And when things didn’t work out, as they normally don’t, I’d have to look for a new job and possibly even a new city to live in. A man like Ozi didn’t seem like the type that was easy to get over. My wounds were still so fresh they didn’t even have scars yet. Fucking Ozi would be like pouring salt on them.
Ozi chuckled. “I know that’s not what you want but I’ll obey. But don’t fool yourself, darling…one of these nights soon, you will be begging for me to fuck you sideways.”
A whimper escaped my throat as he released me. I pulled my robe closer to my chest, relieved but also wishing he hadn’t let go.
He waltzed to the door, pausing at it without looking back. “I will break you.”
“You can’t break what’s already broken,” I murmured back.
The door shut with a thud behind him and I collapsed onto the hardwood floor like a rag doll. My whole body trembled. Everything about him was dark and dangerous, but all I could think about was how much I wanted more of him.
My head was spinning. I needed blood and a cold shower. I had half my collar unbuttoned when I sensed her presence before I even turned the key to my penthouse. Every hair on the back of my neck stood straight up.
Camille draped herself across my couch. “You’ve been a bad boy, Ozi. Fraternizing with humans again.”
This bitch had a lot of nerve. “How did you get in here?”
“I’m a vampire, remember? Your security measures are pathetic.” She lifted a bottle of my finest scotch to her lips and took a long pull.
“What do you want, Camille? I’m not in the mood for your games.” I was half-tempted to toss her off the terrace.
She scooted down and spread her legs apart, nestling the bottle between them. “You used to love to play with me, my love. Seeing you with that fragile girl tonight…well, it made me jealous.”
“So you’re spying on me now? I swear if you go anywhere near her, I’ll—”
“Relax, lover. I’m not that vindictive. Or am I?” She let out a sadistic laugh.
I grabbed her by the arms and lifted her up, pushing her back into the wall. “Don’t you forget who you’re dealing with. I’m not the one to fuck with, Camille. Tell me what you’re really here for and then get the fuck out.” Her skin was starting to redden under my fingers. Yet it would take a lot more than that if I wanted to hurt her. Immortal creatures weren’t easily wounded. At least not physically that is. Emotionally…that was a different thing altogether. And she was clearly still wounded over what happened between us centuries ago.
She didn’t flinch and her icy blue eyes hardened with that steel piercing gaze she was so good at throwing my way. “Take your hands off me, Ozi, or the next thing you touch will be pieces of your new girlfriend’s body.”
I growled and could feel the tips of my fangs protruding out. I still needed to feed and now I was overwhelmed by this insatiable need to protect Raven at all costs. I released Camille from my hands and reached for the bottle of scotch, downing the rest of it before coming up for air.
“She means nothing to me. Just a girl I want to fuck next. So save the dramatics and tell me what you want. I’m tired and hungry and about two strides away from snapping your neck.”
Camille strutted to the door, picking up her fur coat and purse from the couch as she did. “I just came as a courtesy. To