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murmured.
    “Lucien.”
    When I said his name, his eyes came back into focus and they were more intense than ever.
    “You’ll like it,” he told me softly.
    I shook my head. My panic was keeping pace with my arousal. He was turning me on and scaring me to death at the same time. How, I didn’t know, but he was doing it.
    It was as if he sensed this and he liked it. He liked it too much, I could tell because his eyes started burning and that turned me on too.
    “In a week, you’ll be begging me for it,” he said quietly.
    My pulse spiked and my breath went ragged. His eyes flared.
    “Calm, my pet,” he murmured, his hand pressing into my behind, his hips starting to grind against mine.
    That felt good too.
    My lips parted, my breasts swelled and my nipples went hard, all at the same time a rush of warmth flooded between my legs.
    In a second I was going to kiss him. I had to. It wasn’t even my choice. I wasn’t in control of myself. This wasn’t mind games. This wasn’t even head games. This was all me.
    My eyes dropped to his mouth.
    “Leah,” he called but I couldn’t tear my eyes from his mouth and my hips started moving against his.
    “Leah, stop, you’re making this harder on me,” he warned and his hand at my ass moved up my back.
    But I couldn’t stop. I was driven, for some reason out-of-control.
    It was then I made a near fatal mistake.
    In an effort to get closer, I hooked my leg over his hip.
    The instant I did, his head jerked down nearly colliding with mine and he glanced down between our bodies in the direction of my lap.
    I heard him draw another breath through his nostrils. This one seemed urgent, primal, animal.
    When his head shot back up, I saw his eyes were blazing.
    Hungry.
    Hungry.
    Hungry.
    Hunger was written all over his face.
    “ Fuck, ” he growled, rolled over me, pinned my upper body with his colossal weight, one of his arms wrapped around me creating a warm, tight cage and two things happened at once.
    The first, his mouth was at my throat. I felt excruciating pain there as his teeth tore through my flesh and my blood burst forth into his mouth.
    The second, his other hand went between my legs, cupping me over my nightgown, my panties, superhumanly strong fingers pressed in, invading.
    I gasped, grabbed his broad shoulders and pushed with everything I had.
    He didn’t budge.
    I lost track of what his hand was doing between my legs because the pain at my neck was agonizing, unbearable, my lifeblood rushing out of me in a warm, hideous flood.
    “Lucien!” I cried, bucking, pushing, fighting.
    He didn’t move, he just drank.
    It hurt. Killer hurt.
    Intolerable.
    I felt the strength leave me as my blood poured out of me into his mouth, weakening me.
    “Lucien,” I gasped, still pushing, blackness penetrating at the sides of my eyes. It was my body’s response either to the terrible pain or the loss of blood or both.
    I welcomed the loss of consciousness. I could take no more.
    My hands fell away from his shoulders as the blackness crept closer, my strength vanished and I lay limp in his arm.
    Before the blackness permeated, I felt his head rear up away from my throat and the last thing I remembered was saying on a frail whimper, “You promised.”
    Then there was nothing.
     
     

Chapter Four
    The Day After
     
    I opened my eyes and saw it was morning. The sun shone weak around the edges of the heavy, drawn curtains.
    I felt a moment of confusion, not knowing where I was, my surroundings unfamiliar.
    Then I remembered.
    My body froze stiff.
    There was movement behind me and before I could register this I was gently rolled to my back. Lucien fully visible but shadowed in the feeble light, was up on a forearm towering over me.
    Stark terror surged through me. I tensed, preparing for escape.
    The next second I was crushed in his arms, my face tucked in his throat, his big hand cupping the back of my head, one of his heavy thighs thrown over both of mine.
    “Leah,” he