fangs into your smooth skin, I knew I had finally found you. You’re mine, Lana, and I can’t let you leave.”
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Lana didn’t wait any longer. His last words confirmed her suspicion that he had no intention of letting her leave. Bolting off the bed, she ran the short distance to the door and wrenched it open. She didn’t look back to see if he followed her, just pumped her legs faster.
The stone floor was cold beneath her bare feet, but that just meant freedom. The walls were a blur beside her as she raced away. She didn’t know where she was going, but it didn’t matter. Lana followed the long hallway as it twisted and started to ascend. She took a chance and looked back, expecting to see him behind her. A wave of relief washed through her at the empty space, and she ran faster. A door came into view, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Jerking the door open, she ran up the stone steps on the other side.
Her heart raced, and a light sheen of sweat coated her body. A large wooden door stood at the top of the stairs and she smiled. Why was he letting her go so easily? Why wasn’t he following her? There was no time to contemplate the whys . She just needed to escape.
Stopping at the top of the stairs, she tried to make her breathing less erratic and pressed her ear to the door. She strained to hear any kind of sound, but either she was in the clear or the door was too thick for her to hear anything. Taking a deep breath, she gripped the handle and slowly pushed it open a crack.
Peering through the small opening, she saw an ornately decorated sitting room with leather furniture, a big screen television, and a bar off to the side. Not hearing anything, she pushed the door open farther and stepped through it. Shutting the door quietly behind her, she crept over the thick rug. She looked around the room in search of a phone The Chosen: A Tale of the Blood Breed
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but couldn’t find one. Stepping into a small hallway off of the room, she peered around the corner.
The room was lavish and expensive in taste, with antiques littering every available space. The hallway branched into a foyer with closed doors lining the walls. The faint sound of music caught her attention, and she crept toward the sound. As the music got louder, she stopped at the door it seemed to come from. The door was slightly ajar, and when she looked inside, she was assaulted with the color black.
Everything from the walls and floor to the fixtures and furniture was black.
Her eyes widened as a woman stood naked in the center of the room, her arms tied above her head and a blindfold covering her eyes.
A heavily muscled man walked in front of her, nothing covering him except a pair of loose, faded jeans. His hair was as dark as the room and fell to his shoulders. His chest was bare and smooth, a dark line of hair going from his belly button and disappearing below his jeans.
He looked similar to Aleksei in so many ways there was no doubt in her mind they were related.
She would have thought the woman was a victim, kidnapped just like her, if not for the fact that she moaned and thrust her large breasts out at his touch. He spoke to her in a strange language, which made the woman moan and thrust her chest out. He caressed her breasts so gently that his next move had Lana gasping. He walked behind the woman, his hands palming her breasts as he ran his fangs over her exposed neck. Twin rivulets of blood spilled out from his mouth and ran down her neck and over her breasts. The woman moaned loudly, the music not able to mask her sound of ecstasy. Her head was thrown back, her fangs prominent in her mouth.
Lana covered her mouth to stifle the scream welling in her throat and stepped away from the door. She turned around and ran into a very hard chest. Her hand still covered her mouth as she looked up into a masculine face. The man in front of her looked down at her with dark eyes, a smile covering his lips. Twin fangs
82
Jenika Snow
Chapter Ten
Lana didn’t wait any longer. His last words confirmed her suspicion that he had no intention of letting her leave. Bolting off the bed, she ran the short distance to the door and wrenched it open. She didn’t look back to see if he followed her, just pumped her legs faster.
The stone floor was cold beneath her bare feet, but that just meant freedom. The walls were a blur beside her as she raced away. She didn’t know where she was going, but it didn’t matter. Lana followed the long hallway as it twisted and started to ascend. She took a chance and looked back, expecting to see him behind her. A wave of relief washed through her at the empty space, and she ran faster. A door came into view, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Jerking the door open, she ran up the stone steps on the other side.
Her heart raced, and a light sheen of sweat coated her body. A large wooden door stood at the top of the stairs and she smiled. Why was he letting her go so easily? Why wasn’t he following her? There was no time to contemplate the whys . She just needed to escape.
Stopping at the top of the stairs, she tried to make her breathing less erratic and pressed her ear to the door. She strained to hear any kind of sound, but either she was in the clear or the door was too thick for her to hear anything. Taking a deep breath, she gripped the handle and slowly pushed it open a crack.
Peering through the small opening, she saw an ornately decorated sitting room with leather furniture, a big screen television, and a bar off to the side. Not hearing anything, she pushed the door open farther and stepped through it. Shutting the door quietly behind her, she crept over the thick rug. She looked around the room in search of a phone The Chosen: A Tale of the Blood Breed
83
but couldn’t find one. Stepping into a small hallway off of the room, she peered around the corner.
The room was lavish and expensive in taste, with antiques littering every available space. The hallway branched into a foyer with closed doors lining the walls. The faint sound of music caught her attention, and she crept toward the sound. As the music got louder, she stopped at the door it seemed to come from. The door was slightly ajar, and when she looked inside, she was assaulted with the color black.
Everything from the walls and floor to the fixtures and furniture was black.
Her eyes widened as a woman stood naked in the center of the room, her arms tied above her head and a blindfold covering her eyes.
A heavily muscled man walked in front of her, nothing covering him except a pair of loose, faded jeans. His hair was as dark as the room and fell to his shoulders. His chest was bare and smooth, a dark line of hair going from his belly button and disappearing below his jeans.
He looked similar to Aleksei in so many ways there was no doubt in her mind they were related.
She would have thought the woman was a victim, kidnapped just like her, if not for the fact that she moaned and thrust her large breasts out at his touch. He spoke to her in a strange language, which made the woman moan and thrust her chest out. He caressed her breasts so gently that his next move had Lana gasping. He walked behind the woman, his hands palming her breasts as he ran his fangs over her exposed neck. Twin rivulets of blood spilled out from his mouth and ran down her neck and over her breasts. The woman moaned loudly, the music not able to mask her sound of ecstasy. Her head was thrown back, her fangs prominent in her mouth.
Lana covered her mouth to stifle the scream welling in her throat and stepped away from the door. She turned around and ran into a very hard chest. Her hand still covered her mouth as she looked up into a masculine face. The man in front of her looked down at her with dark eyes, a smile covering his lips. Twin fangs
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