Revelations Coming (The Dark Truth Novel Series) by Glory Rabenaugh

thought. She threw up a wall around herself to soak in that power. It affected her still but nothing she couldn't handle. Riken's eyes flashed with surprise and begrudged approval as he recognized what she did. Eyes were narrowed on every move she was making throughout dinner so she deliberately made each move sensual, each syllable out of her mouth a tantalizing purr. The two men that mattered most in this game were nearly falling all over themselves for her. However, the male right next to her saw through her game. Corbin. He could see what she was doing and he was not affected by her at all. In fact there were a few times that a smirk graced his face or a laugh turned into a cough over the attention lavished upon her.
    “Are your accommodations adequate?” Riken asked lifting a wineglass to his lips.
    “More than adequate. I thank you for your hospitality,” she said softly. “However, I don't intend to stay here long.”
    Riken stiffened and pushed away from the table. Michael clamped a hand on his shoulder which Riken shrugged off.
    “What do you mean?” Riken demanded.
    “I mean, I won't be here tomorrow,” she said her eyes blazing.
    “The hell you won’t,” Riken grumbled. “You're not leaving this estate!”
“Just try and stop me,” she threatened, rising from her seat preparing to storm out now.
    Riken was at her side in a flash, his hand secured around her throat squeezing not so gently. “You will regret those words little one.”
    Riken caught her hands easily as she tried to swing at him. He scooped her up, throwing her across his shoulder and left the room. Michael scooted his chair back wanting to stop Riken. He was breathing heavily, the angel affected by seeing the little figure draped over the Vampyre's shoulder, still struggling against him. Riken flashed Michael a look and Michael sank back down defeated. She is not mine, he repeated to himself. Not now, not ever.
     
    Riken held her tight in his arms effortlessly controlling her flailing limbs and savoring each time she got close enough to bite him. He kicked open the door to his bedchamber, closed and locked the door mentally, and threw her onto the bed. She sat there glaring at him.
    “How dare you?” she hissed.
    She started to get up but Riken dropped down onto her, flattening out her lovely body with his much larger one. She gasped as they made contact. Good, finally a sign she still wanted him. He took both of her hands in one of his and stretched them above her head. She struggled against him and Riken dove into her open mouth. He swallowed the vicious things she was going to say to him but she also refused to kiss him.
    “Get off of me,” she said through clenched teeth.
    He nipped at her throat, his free hand massaging the fullness of her breast. She bucked harder.
    “Damn it Riken, get off!”
    He ignored her protests and slid his hand lower towards the heat that emanated from between her legs. He could imagine how wet she was for him. She squirmed as his fingers rubbed against her and he thrust helplessly against her.
    Venus was brought back to Montana mentally, years of sexual abuse as he held her down. She knew she could toss him off her but mentally she was paralyzed. Panic rose up and closed off her windpipe. Riken heard a sob and it took him a second to figure out it came from her. He drew back, her face streaming with tears. He let go of her instantly, ashamed at how he was forcing himself on her. Once he was off of her, her sobs came harder.
    “Venus,” he said with despair.
    She struggled to her feet, her enormous green eyes shooting him a look of hatred. Her hands swiped at the tears carelessly.
    “Don't,” she warned. “I'll be out of here tomorrow.”
    Venus stormed out of the room leaving Riken’s heart torn in two.
     
    “What are we going to do about Ivan, my Lord?” Justice asked as Arias packed up his belongings.
    “What can we do?”
    “We should launch a full attack on him.”
“I need Venus