Vampire Debt - Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #2) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,76
towering god of a man dressed to devastating effect in a cashmere suit that would bankrupt someone in Orange.
His green eyes were wide. His throat worked as he took me in.
In silence.
Not a peep.
Was Kyros struck speechless? I stepped off the elevator. “Kyros.”
“I’ll remember the sight of you in that dress to my dying day,” he said quietly.
The fervent marvel behind his words took my breath away.
Not sure of my ability to talk, I closed the space between us, sliding the key to my old room from his grip.
Disappointment panged between us, and I couldn’t be sure if it was all his.
I shook my head and began walking to my old room. “Your father was pretty clear. And I think he’s right.”
His heat was at my back. “No, you don’t.”
Dang. “No comment.”
“If you did agree with him, arriving at my tower while looking like a goddess was a terrible choice.”
I tensed as he twirled me back, pressing me against a random door. His warm hands slid down my arms, pinning them by my sides. A groan slipped from him as the action pushed my breasts higher.
“Your nipples are just below the edge,” he whispered, gaze firmly on the low neckline of my dress.
His want was intoxicating. Hypnotising.
I turned my head away, eyes squeezed shut as I tried to control my response.
“Don’t turn away, my beauty. That’s for others. Never me.”
Kyros drew my face back.
My breath hitched as I tipped my head back to meet his meadow-green gaze.
“Do you understand?” he asked.
I lifted a hand and traced his bottom lip. He sucked my forefinger into his mouth and I jerked violently.
With blurring speed, he took hold of my wrist, trailing his nose over my pulse. “I asked if you understood, Basilia.”
His hooded gaze settled on my breasts again.
I clenched my jaw, trying to rein in the heaving of my breaths. “Sometimes you’re too much to look at, Kyros. So no, I’m not agreeing to that.”
He grinned, and the change was blinding. My heart squeezed and I just forgot everything.
Coming down to land was sobering. And frightening.
This isn’t part of the plan. Or was it? I didn’t know anymore.
“Move. I need to get my stuff before my shift.”
His fangs lengthened, and his grip on my wrist tightened.
Seriously?
“Move, please?” I said impatiently.
Kyros flipped my hand and pressed a kiss to the back. My hand was scientifically attached to my vagina somehow. It had to be. I’d had foreplay that didn’t feel half as good.
“Your possessions are in my quarters.” Straightening, the vampire prince dropped my hand and strode back the way we’d come.
I stared after him, jaw dropping. “What do you mean they’re in your lair?”
He didn’t answer.
That fucker!
Maybe this suited my strategy just fine, but it was hard to recall that as I stomped after him. “Heels aren’t meant for running, you jerk!”
Kyros was waiting in the elevator, face smoothed of the amusement I could feel.
I slammed both hands out to stop the doors closing, breath coming fast. Did I say I liked bodices? I lied.
“Why did you move my stuff?” I gasped.
He tilted his head, eyes on my bosom. “My tower. Don’t need a reason.”
“Has anyone ever drawn size comparisons between your ego and this building?”
Blurring forward, Kyros yanked me against him and retreated into the elevator once more. I struggled until that began to feel too good.
He crossed my arms over my body and my breasts popped up again.
Kyros growled, frustration filling him.
“Are you trying to force my nipples out?” I said, outrage swelling.
His face hardened and he set me down, striding to the far corner. “That dress is fucking lethal, vixen.”
That’s a yes.
Near boiling point, I pulled out my phone when it chimed, reading the text from Laurel.
Got your blanky
Grinning, I typed back:
Bitch <3 <3
Kyros jabbed the button for Level 65. “Who are you texting?”
“None of your business.” I slipped my phone away.
His gaze narrowed.
“It wouldn’t be the caveman that Rory mentioned in his text earlier this evening?”
I edged to stand in front of the doors. “So what if it is?”
The vampire pinned me with his stare, and suddenly the elevator was nowhere near big enough for the two of us.
Ding!
I almost ran to get off the lift, forgetting that Kyros at my back was the most uncomfortable feeling ever. He followed me to his office at a leisurely pace, footsteps echoing. On purpose. Because I damn well knew he could move silently as a shadow.
My flighty response was turning him on big time, and like some twisted positive