fists.
When she looked up, she noticed the obvious tension swelling the muscles of his neck, hardening the straight line of his jaw, creasing his brow. His whole body strained, he was actually making an all-out effort to drive back his lust. For him to do that only meant he had no choice but to give her over to the council without delay.
She wouldn’t be a woman if she didn’t seek revenge. Aiming wrong, she let the robe down on her face. Blind, pretending to get tangled in the loose folds, she called out to him.
“Would you give me a hand?”
Seconds stretched away while her body hair rose as if a magnetic gust had invaded the room. She thought he would bail out. Then she felt two strong hands on her head actually attempting to disentangle her. Arms up, on the verge of being freed, she feigned confusion and took a step forward.
Their bodies collided. His hands froze. As if hit with a powerful blow, his chest seemed to cave in. Yet his paralysis didn’t last long. Quicker than a heartbeat, he brusquely groped her buttocks. He sank his fingers into her flesh while he pressed her hard against him.
Although she had initiated this retaliation, Liv wasn’t positive she’d come out the winner. Not with him. Not with something in her calling out to him. Intensely aware of his rigid body along her bare skin, still blinded by the fluid fabric, she kept as still as a cornered hostage.
“Fuck!”
His rough cry jolted her. She almost toppled over as the brick wall grasping her vanished. Silence and emptiness followed. What was he doing now? Donning the robe only took her an instant. She glanced around to find out she was alone in the cell. Where had he gone? And, God, wasn’t his damn speed irritating? Smoothing out the black clothing, Liv walked out into the hallway.
Facing the wall, hands flat on the marble surface, arms straight and head down between them, Raskhan’s position reminded her of a marathon runner recovering from an all too exhausting run. Seemingly sensing her presence, he straightened up and strode towards the stairs without looking at her.
“Come!”
She had done it. Cool and composed, she had managed to drive him to intense frustration just like he had done to her in the motel room. Solely relying on her feminine assets she had contrived to put him in her shoes. Sure, it wouldn’t last, but for a little while she’d enjoy her victory. Following him, she stuck out her tongue at his stiff back. Tit for tat!
Down they went, across the Greek godly entrance hallway she had landed in earlier, past the staircase where she had spotted the older vampire with grey hair, straight on to an open door. Raskhan never checked back to see if she was following him, and the servants around the place steered clear of them.
The vampire king didn’t stop at the threshold. Master of the palace, he entered the room like a conqueror. Although apprehensive, Liv had no option but to tag along behind him.
The interior very much resembled a courtroom. Up on a large bench sat three vampires, their faces hostile, eyeing her from head to toe with icy stares. As Liv advanced towards them, a fourth vampire emerged from behind a statue to sit alongside her judges—the older one with grey hair. Only his eyes softened when he glanced at her.
Having walked around the bench, Raskhan pulled back the empty chair in the middle. Of course, where else would the king preside over a hearing? In front of the judges’ bench, five or six feet apart stood some kind of witness stand. Looking at it, Liv figured the stand was meant for her. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she marched into battle.
As she reached the witness box, the vampire beside Raskhan unrolled a piece of paper. “Human, you have been brought before us today to answer for your actions.”
“What actions?”
He furrowed his brow. No doubt piqued by her brisk tone, he glared at her. To his right Raskhan banged his fist on the table.
“You don’t get to question
When she looked up, she noticed the obvious tension swelling the muscles of his neck, hardening the straight line of his jaw, creasing his brow. His whole body strained, he was actually making an all-out effort to drive back his lust. For him to do that only meant he had no choice but to give her over to the council without delay.
She wouldn’t be a woman if she didn’t seek revenge. Aiming wrong, she let the robe down on her face. Blind, pretending to get tangled in the loose folds, she called out to him.
“Would you give me a hand?”
Seconds stretched away while her body hair rose as if a magnetic gust had invaded the room. She thought he would bail out. Then she felt two strong hands on her head actually attempting to disentangle her. Arms up, on the verge of being freed, she feigned confusion and took a step forward.
Their bodies collided. His hands froze. As if hit with a powerful blow, his chest seemed to cave in. Yet his paralysis didn’t last long. Quicker than a heartbeat, he brusquely groped her buttocks. He sank his fingers into her flesh while he pressed her hard against him.
Although she had initiated this retaliation, Liv wasn’t positive she’d come out the winner. Not with him. Not with something in her calling out to him. Intensely aware of his rigid body along her bare skin, still blinded by the fluid fabric, she kept as still as a cornered hostage.
“Fuck!”
His rough cry jolted her. She almost toppled over as the brick wall grasping her vanished. Silence and emptiness followed. What was he doing now? Donning the robe only took her an instant. She glanced around to find out she was alone in the cell. Where had he gone? And, God, wasn’t his damn speed irritating? Smoothing out the black clothing, Liv walked out into the hallway.
Facing the wall, hands flat on the marble surface, arms straight and head down between them, Raskhan’s position reminded her of a marathon runner recovering from an all too exhausting run. Seemingly sensing her presence, he straightened up and strode towards the stairs without looking at her.
“Come!”
She had done it. Cool and composed, she had managed to drive him to intense frustration just like he had done to her in the motel room. Solely relying on her feminine assets she had contrived to put him in her shoes. Sure, it wouldn’t last, but for a little while she’d enjoy her victory. Following him, she stuck out her tongue at his stiff back. Tit for tat!
Down they went, across the Greek godly entrance hallway she had landed in earlier, past the staircase where she had spotted the older vampire with grey hair, straight on to an open door. Raskhan never checked back to see if she was following him, and the servants around the place steered clear of them.
The vampire king didn’t stop at the threshold. Master of the palace, he entered the room like a conqueror. Although apprehensive, Liv had no option but to tag along behind him.
The interior very much resembled a courtroom. Up on a large bench sat three vampires, their faces hostile, eyeing her from head to toe with icy stares. As Liv advanced towards them, a fourth vampire emerged from behind a statue to sit alongside her judges—the older one with grey hair. Only his eyes softened when he glanced at her.
Having walked around the bench, Raskhan pulled back the empty chair in the middle. Of course, where else would the king preside over a hearing? In front of the judges’ bench, five or six feet apart stood some kind of witness stand. Looking at it, Liv figured the stand was meant for her. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she marched into battle.
As she reached the witness box, the vampire beside Raskhan unrolled a piece of paper. “Human, you have been brought before us today to answer for your actions.”
“What actions?”
He furrowed his brow. No doubt piqued by her brisk tone, he glared at her. To his right Raskhan banged his fist on the table.
“You don’t get to question
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