Bloodlust Denied by Christina Phillips Read Free Book Online Page A

ensnare. So your worthless protector could seek release by watching you fuck me .” Rage heated the last word, rage at having been used, at allowing himself to be so used.
    But most of all, rage at the knowledge he’d been unable to eradicate the memory of her body, her voice and her damned mocking smile.
    “I dance because it is all I can do.” Her knees shifted against his, as if even now she swayed to music only she could hear. He tightened his grip on her hands and her hair.
    “I expect more from you than dance, Morana. And this time we will have no perverted audience urging us on with the sound of his cursed violin.”
     
    Morana tried to pull her hands from his punishing grasp, and unlike before, she used all her considerable strength. But the duke held her as if she merely squirmed like a disobedient child.
    Her bones ached with the effort.
    “You’re hurting me.” The words slipped free from her lips, startling her. No man possessed the ability to injure her and yet she had the sudden, shocking certainty that if she didn’t take care, the duke possessed the ability to not only injure her body but also her heart.
    “Kiss me.” His challenge vibrated through the sexually charged air. “And I’ll release you.”
    She recalled his identical demand back in the darkness of the alley. She had denied him then. And had regretted it ever since. Involuntarily she glanced at his lips. Sensual. Inviting. A part of her yearned to taste him so intimately but another part warned such liberty would be her undoing.
    “Is my request so unreasonable?”
    She heard the mocking tone in his voice, but there was something else, too, something he tried to suppress.
    Longing.
    Desire shimmered across her exposed flesh, tightened her nipples in anticipation and damp heat trickled through her pussy.
    It was just one kiss. It wouldn’t cause the world to end or her heart to cease beating.
    One kiss would change nothing.
    It couldn’t be that hard. She had already fucked him. She intended to fuck him again, and the memory and the anticipation fired her blood.
    Yet first, he demanded a kiss, and the technicalities intimidated.
    Tentatively she brushed her lips against his, a fleeting, butterfly brush, barely a kiss at all and yet a sharp blade of want twisted deep inside her breast at the brief contact.
    She pulled back, her breathing erratic, as if they had just shared a shattering orgasm instead of surely the swiftest meeting of lips in existence.
    The tip of his tongue tasted where she had touched and she couldn’t tear her fascinated gaze from him.
    “You kiss like an untouched virgin.” The corner of his mouth tipped into an unappreciative sneer and yet, buried in that condemning tone, white hot lust simmered. As if the kiss, despite its inherent chasteness, had aroused him beyond belief.
    “I told you before.” The words were breathless. “I don’t kiss.” But had she ever kissed? Before? Impenetrable blackness hugged her mind, hindered her recollections, but then his hand released her hair and slid to her nape and the unease retreated to the dark shadows in her brain.
    “You will kiss me, Morana.” His fingers tightened around her nape, reminding her she was in his power. So he thought. And yet trepidation raced along her spine because for the first time in forever, she was on her own and the rules of the hunt no longer applied.
    “Or what?”
    His teeth flashed in a brief smile. White, perfect. Even.
    Her heart pounded against her ribs, blood throbbed through her veins. This wasn’t a hunt such as she was used to, but it was a hunt nevertheless. Except this time, she was the hunted.
    “Or I shall never release you.”
    Dark tendrils of need snaked through her soul. She ached to taste him once again.
    Her breath fanned his face. “What guarantee do I have you’ll release me if I do as you say?”
    The tips of his fingers caressed her nape, so shockingly seductive that spirals of lust teased her pussy.
    “None