Blood Vengeance (Blood Curse Series Book 7) by Tessa Dawn Read Free Book Online

sighed. She shifted her weight restlessly from one foot to the other. And then she awkwardly looked down. “So… just what is it that you do, Ramsey? I mean, specifically . What does your job entail?”
    He chuckled at the awkward change of subject. “You don’t want to know exactly what I do, baby doll. Trust me; you’ll want no part of that business.”
    She used her own thumbs to unhook his from her jeans, and then she drew back and stared at him with a mixture of surprise and concern in her expression. “Then how will I get to know you? I mean, if everything remains a secret?” The words were so soft, so tentative, that they tugged at the iron-strings of his heart: Was she willing, if only a little, to actually get to know him ?
    He placed the tips of his fingers gently on each side of her waist. “We’ll take it one day, one step, at a time. Trust the celestial gods to sort it out.”
    She seemed to measure his words carefully, and then her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, if only for a moment. “Are you saying you have faith in the gods, Ramsey Olaru? In something other than violence and blood?”
    He meant to chuckle in reply, but the sound came out like a muted growl. Hell, he was a little bit rusty. “In the gods… in my king… in my weapons. Yeah, I have faith.”
    Tiffany froze.
    All at once, her shoulders stiffened, her stomach clenched, and she set her jaw in a hard, implacable line. “ Ramsey… ”
    “What?” he asked, instinctively sending his six senses outward, searching for impending danger.
    “Your hands,” she whispered.
    He looked down, gazing over her narrow, elegant shoulders, past her gracefully arched back, to that gloriously round derriere. Sure enough, his hands were planted firmly on her rear, each massive palm resting possessively on a respective globe. Shit , he swore inwardly, quickly bringing them back to her waist. “My bad,” he whispered.
    And then he let her go…
    For now .
    *
    Tiffany literally trembled in her French-heeled boots.
    The vampire could not keep his hands off her, even when he tried.
    She had never felt more cornered, more uncertain, more threatened in all her life.
    Well, maybe when she was hiding in Kagen’s clinic with a bunch of half-wit vampire hunters, or soon after, while she was waiting for Nathaniel and Marquis Silivasi to rip out her heart for daring to attack their women. She had never touched Ciopori or Jocelyn, but still…
    This was overwhelming in a way that defied imagination.
    Ramsey Olaru was overwhelming in a way that defied reason.
    And her head was virtually spinning.
    When they had first climbed into Ramsey’s truck, she had felt like she was being led to the gallows, following an ice-cold executioner to her death. And all along the drive, on the way up the secluded switch-back to the steep, imposing house on the cliff, she had wanted to dive out of the luxurious SUV and take her chances, plummeting over the rocks. And now that they were inside his house, his modern, architectural wonder of design and technology, the reality of it all was as overwhelming and intimidating as the man himself.
    Correction: the male.
    The vampire.
    On one hand, his home was breathtakingly beautiful, just like Ramsey—his features, his mouth, and that body? Dear Lord. But on the other hand, it was also foreboding, just like the vampire, stunning on the outside yet somehow distant, closed off, and unwelcoming on the inside, all in some intangible, elusive sort of way: guarded yet unassuming; harsh yet also inviting; surprisingly gentle, yet powerfully imposing.
    Confusing!
    Tiffany thought about his voice, the way he walked, the way he maneuvered all that hard, unyielding muscle, and then she thought about the kiss to her forehead and his pacifying words: I’m not an animal or a rapist. I will not hurt you… ever .
    And still, she shivered.
    He offered to set up an office for her, to give her a sense of the familiar, yet he told her in no