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if I don’t stop it.”

With my sharp vision, I see that there are gears inside the object. A lens stares back at me. A camera has recorded what just happened between us. Meaning my first and only lover has recorded a sex tape of me. Could I be any more naive?

“Now the world will know about your kind.”

It looks like I could be a bit more naive than I originally thought. Arneis will expose not only me, but the secrets of the vampire world. I won’t have failed just my queen, I’ll have failed my entire race of people. There’s a part of me that worries he will be hunted down and killed if he shares any details of the supernatural world. But there’s another part of me that hurts worse than that: shame.

“You’d put what we shared on display for the world to see?” I say.

Arneis’s jaw tenses at that thought. Something proprietary goes over his features. His thumb fumbles as it rubs at the device on his shirt. The rest of his fingers scratch at his chest, where his heart beats.

I gaze into his eyes. I feel his will. He is strong. But I’m stronger.

I could do it. I could dive into his mind, tug at his will, and make him forget. I could make him do my bidding.

Arneis looks at me as if he knows what I’m thinking. His hand falls away from the device, from his heart. He holds still under my gaze, as though he’s daring me to do it. Or willing me to.

We stare at each other for long moments, both unguarded as memories of the past hour replay in our minds. My channel aches from the loss of him. My fangs throb for another taste of him. My heart beats against my chest, urging me to close the distance between us.

I can hear his heart beating a rapid rhythm as well. I scent the arousal coming off his body. I see his hands clench around the air by his sides. And then I watch as he walks away from me and out the door without a word.

Chapter 11

She’s a monster. That’s what I keep telling myself as I drive away from the club. But my mind goes back to the look in her eyes when I’d called her that to her face.

She could have lashed out at me. Literally or physically. But she didn’t.

At first, she’d seemed embarrassed by her actions. Apologetic, even. There had been hurt there.

Hurt that I put there. Sanai looked lost and small when she came to realize I was disgusted by who she is.

No. Not who she is. What she is.

She is a monster. A demon that feeds off of mankind for sustenance as well as amusement.

She kissed me like I was a treat. I’m sure she only did that because she was warming me up, making my blood sweeter, like the fermentation process with grapes. I’ve learned vampires like the taste of a sexually aroused human’s blood. Hell, I was inside her when she bit me. Had she worked me up enough to give herself a toothache? Because dammit, if my teeth aren’t clenching now from the thought of that bite…

God, that bite. When her fangs impacted me, I came again, harder than the first time. Just the thought of her fangs grazing my neck has my dick jumping.

What in the hell is wrong with me? Am I forgetting what she is? She is a monster who took a piece out of me.

Except, this time, I liked it. I got off on it. I want to turn the car around and have her bite me again.

At a stop sign, I reach for my neck. The twin puncture marks throb as I graze them. There is no pain. With only a slight touch, my body shudders as it remembers the feel of her lips on my skin. I shiver at the memory of how her throat worked to pull my blood from me. My dick throbs in my pants, wanting in on the action.

That did not happen the first time with that nightmare, Domitia. That wound still smarts from when she ripped my flesh. When I touch it now, my passion for Sanai cools.

But not entirely. Her taste is still on my tongue. The vision of her laid out before me as an offering will never leave my mind.

Why didn’t she take these thoughts of her, these memories of us, from my mind? Is that her play? To