been planned, as a male arm reached in front of her and slid the side door back. It hadn’t been shut all the way.
“You’re being very agreeable. I like it.”
Ria gritted her teeth. “You have a knife to my throat. Not like I have a choice here.” And didn’t that just piss her off. Not only was some male taking away her choice and manhandling her, he was causing her to lose precious blood. She could feel the warm slide of it down her throat.
A chuckle that only made her angrier. “Get in.”
Carefully, so the knife would cause no more damage, she entered the van, the man quite literally glued to her backside. The arm around her waist disappeared for a split second so he could slam the door shut. Far long enough for her to turn around and smash his nose into his brain, if the jolt hadn’t caused the blade to push in her tender flesh a little more.
Now she wasn’t just losing red, she was seeing red.
“Scared?” The man taunted, obviously feeling powerful with the ease he took her.
“Terrified.”
“Yeah? You don’t sound it.” His lips brushed her ears and it was all she could do to hide a shudder of revulsion. But with his breath so close to her nose, she took a giant sniff. Human. “But I’ll change that. No one told me I couldn’t have a little fun first.”
Her brows knit. “What?”
Spinning her around, he kicked her legs from under her, falling with and on top of her, never losing his grip on the knife. Plain brown eyes that blazed with lust stared into her own. “Someone wants to talk to you, but first I’m gonna fuck you until you beg for mercy.”
A blinding rage gripped her with its talons, narrowing her vision into pinpoints. Her fangs slide from her gums, sharp and deadly. Her eyes must have started to turn black as well, because the man tilted his head in confusion, not realizing just what he’d taken by force. “I haven’t begged since I was five.” With that guttural remark, she lifted her head from the van’s floor, heedless of the way the knife dug further into her neck, and struck, sinking her fangs deep into the man’s carotid artery, paralyzing him even as his blood began to flow eagerly into her parched system.
She might not be able to mesmerize her prey, but her fangs were as thin as needles and delivered a paralytic effect to both the body and brain. When she pierced right where a certain nerve was located, it also caused her victim to pass out after several seconds. Which was how she could keep a sleeping donor asleep. They’d wake a little achy, might remember something, but pass it off as a weird dream.
But this man didn’t deserve any consideration from Ria. He’d kidnapped her, threatened her, cut her and frankly just pissed her off. And because he drew first blood, she made him bleed.
A lot.
Chapter Ten
Ria pulled neatly into an open slot in the parking lot of the bed-and-breakfast more with luck then skill and attention to detail. Habit had her shifting the gear into park rather than the desire to exit the vehicle. After unclicking the seat belt she’d fastened in habit as well, she laid her hands in her lap and stared out the windshield.
She’d made it back in one piece, which, she realized now, was a miracle. She could have caused an accident, or ended up in New York, because she hadn’t been thinking of the traffic, pedestrians or which road to take back to the Felix household. No, she’d been on autopilot the entire way. Her body felt strange, not a part of herself, her head light.
Ingesting too much blood made her feel drunk, high, the sensations exacerbating with every unneeded drop. It wasn’t an uncommon phenomena. Like alcoholics, some vampires craved and took more than what was needed to survive. They were after that high, that inhibition and sense of immortality. It was something Ria never did, terrified of what she might do, or, worse, have done to her in such an inebriated state.
As the blood high started to fade, shock at what
“You’re being very agreeable. I like it.”
Ria gritted her teeth. “You have a knife to my throat. Not like I have a choice here.” And didn’t that just piss her off. Not only was some male taking away her choice and manhandling her, he was causing her to lose precious blood. She could feel the warm slide of it down her throat.
A chuckle that only made her angrier. “Get in.”
Carefully, so the knife would cause no more damage, she entered the van, the man quite literally glued to her backside. The arm around her waist disappeared for a split second so he could slam the door shut. Far long enough for her to turn around and smash his nose into his brain, if the jolt hadn’t caused the blade to push in her tender flesh a little more.
Now she wasn’t just losing red, she was seeing red.
“Scared?” The man taunted, obviously feeling powerful with the ease he took her.
“Terrified.”
“Yeah? You don’t sound it.” His lips brushed her ears and it was all she could do to hide a shudder of revulsion. But with his breath so close to her nose, she took a giant sniff. Human. “But I’ll change that. No one told me I couldn’t have a little fun first.”
Her brows knit. “What?”
Spinning her around, he kicked her legs from under her, falling with and on top of her, never losing his grip on the knife. Plain brown eyes that blazed with lust stared into her own. “Someone wants to talk to you, but first I’m gonna fuck you until you beg for mercy.”
A blinding rage gripped her with its talons, narrowing her vision into pinpoints. Her fangs slide from her gums, sharp and deadly. Her eyes must have started to turn black as well, because the man tilted his head in confusion, not realizing just what he’d taken by force. “I haven’t begged since I was five.” With that guttural remark, she lifted her head from the van’s floor, heedless of the way the knife dug further into her neck, and struck, sinking her fangs deep into the man’s carotid artery, paralyzing him even as his blood began to flow eagerly into her parched system.
She might not be able to mesmerize her prey, but her fangs were as thin as needles and delivered a paralytic effect to both the body and brain. When she pierced right where a certain nerve was located, it also caused her victim to pass out after several seconds. Which was how she could keep a sleeping donor asleep. They’d wake a little achy, might remember something, but pass it off as a weird dream.
But this man didn’t deserve any consideration from Ria. He’d kidnapped her, threatened her, cut her and frankly just pissed her off. And because he drew first blood, she made him bleed.
A lot.
Chapter Ten
Ria pulled neatly into an open slot in the parking lot of the bed-and-breakfast more with luck then skill and attention to detail. Habit had her shifting the gear into park rather than the desire to exit the vehicle. After unclicking the seat belt she’d fastened in habit as well, she laid her hands in her lap and stared out the windshield.
She’d made it back in one piece, which, she realized now, was a miracle. She could have caused an accident, or ended up in New York, because she hadn’t been thinking of the traffic, pedestrians or which road to take back to the Felix household. No, she’d been on autopilot the entire way. Her body felt strange, not a part of herself, her head light.
Ingesting too much blood made her feel drunk, high, the sensations exacerbating with every unneeded drop. It wasn’t an uncommon phenomena. Like alcoholics, some vampires craved and took more than what was needed to survive. They were after that high, that inhibition and sense of immortality. It was something Ria never did, terrified of what she might do, or, worse, have done to her in such an inebriated state.
As the blood high started to fade, shock at what
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