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  “What happened to the meeting? Don’t you have to go back?”

  The distraction had my palm slapping down on the other side of her ass and her words dying off with a small cry.

  “Meetings don’t take long. I know what I need to. We’re expecting guests soon. Le Circle from further north. Dallas, to be exact. And you’re going to be on your best behavior. That is, if I even let you out of our room.”

  I slid two of my fingers into her channel, feeling the wet warmth encircle me as I buried the length inside of her. Tessa rocked, stiffening when she seemed to catch herself. My eyes closed, soaking in how hot and tight she was. Although I knew I’d fucked her before, I couldn’t really remember it. Blurry flashes were all I could make out and I felt the beast in me come alive at wanting to experience the real thing.

  “Don’t let me out. I don’t want to meet them.”

  My teeth grinded while my lids lifted. I reached up, pulling her hair back and slamming my fingers into her hard as I began to thrust. “Do you not learn? I said to be quiet. Besides, the decision is mine. You should be proud to have me as your Master. Do you know who I am? Who I’m going to be?”

  Tessa moaned as I increased the speed. Her pleasure was building by the second and she was fighting as best as she could. “Of course I don’t know, not that I think you really know who you are either.”

  I snapped at her internal thoughts. “That’s it.”

  I slipped free and ripped at my clothes, removing them. I was done with her attitude. Everything she said or thought pissed me off. All I wanted to do was enjoy her body and she had a way of making me continually question myself. I didn’t like it.

  “Remember what I said about that mouth? You’re about to find out first-hand when to keep it closed.”

  I threw my pants across the room and lunged, grasping her arm as she tried to escape off the other side of the bed. The fear in her eyes only drove me on. I tuned in, reading her clearer than I ever had. Fighting me was her way of justifying what she knew she was giving into. This version of me. This life. But it didn’t matter either way. Her thoughts poked at something within and I couldn’t stand her screwing with my head. It was foggy enough—thoughts, actions. Since I’d taken her, I was having to focus twice as hard. It was just making the effects worse.

  “Open.” I pushed her down on all fours before my kneeling frame and locked my thumb and index finger on both sides of her face where her jaw hinged. She let out a sound as I forced her mouth open.

  “Fight to breathe, if you must, but no more words will make it free. This, I assure you. If you fight, bite, nip, I’ll make those spankings feel incomparable to what I do next. Now, gagging,” a smile pulled at my mouth, “feel free to do as much of that as you’d like.”

  The hand I had on her face lowered and I grabbed my cock, tracing the tip around her now willfully separated lips. Her eyes stayed on mine and I saw the rebellious side of her shine through, but I also saw something more. Something I knew she harbored. She was a slave through and through. Human or not, she’d obey, and she’d do it because it was what she needed. And Marko…yes, she still longed to see him break through. She watched. Waited. And I knew she’d be disappointed.

  “Wider.”

  The growled command sent her glaring even harder, but she did it.

  I slid the head in and almost all of my tension eased as her tongue glided against the underside of my cock. The heat had my fingers tightening and I moaned as she added the slightest amount of suction. The intensity behind our connection left me breathless and I blocked out how my heart seemed to stop for the smallest moment. The vampire in me surged to the front and I jerked her head back even more as I pushed to the back of her throat. Her hands shot to my thighs and her nails dug in as I began to thrust, barely letting her catch her breath while I fucked her mouth.

  Tears escaped and ran down the far sides of her cheeks as she fought the gagging. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching forward and collecting the new tear so I could taste it. A large inhale filled the room as I pulled out to the edge of her lips, only to go even further.

  “Ma minette, I do have to say, this may not be so bad. Silent. Obedient. Gagging on my cock.” I bit my lip, slapping against her wet cheek as I kept my length buried in her throat. “Keep this up and I may let you live after all.”

  The hurt flashing in her eyes slit my heart clean open and I couldn’t stand it. I knew she wanted her precious, sweet Marko, but I was here to show her that he wasn’t coming back—ever.

  “Fuck you.”

  My stare widened for the briefest moment and I tightened my jaw as I pulled her up and slammed her on her stomach.

  “Couldn’t resist the rebuke, could you? You want it, you got it.”

  “No!” Tessa thrashed wildly and I hated that when she lost her arousal, so did I.

  She managed to somehow roll to her back and I wrestled to grasp her hands as she slammed them into my shoulders and chest.

  “Promise me love, deliver me death! Do it. Say the word that kills me. Release me as your slave and stop the torment for us both. You don’t want this, don’t want me, and we both know it. Besides…I don’t want you.”

  I froze on top of her, unable to stop the odd tightening in my stomach at her request. My lips separated and I searched my mind to end everything now. To put me out of the misery I felt I’d been through for longer than I could grasp. Slaves were easily obtainable. Why should I keep this one? Even as I thought it, the question was clear to me.

  Wider, my mouth opened, and I shut it, swallowing hard. The smile that appeared on her lips had me even more confused.

  “I knew it. You can’t do it, can you?”

  I tightened my hands on her wrists, cutting my stare down threateningly. “What I can do is make your life a living hell. You might want to take a minute to think about that.”

  Soft lips pressed into mine, so gentle, barely brushing against the surface. When she broke the kiss and stared up at me, I couldn’t think to speak—couldn’t react as my heart beat wildly in my chest.

  “My Marko is still in there. I love you,” she whispered. “A part of me really does.”

  Hungrily, my mouth found hers. Regardless of whether I felt she meant the declaration entirely, I couldn’t think past it. Didn’t want to face that she was once again lying, or choosing another side of me over who was actually before her now. I didn’t care. She said she loved me. Had anyone ever told me that before? Did it matter? It was her, and somehow, that meant everything.

  I rotated my hips, lifting just enough to ease the tip of my cock into her channel. The tightness had my lips breaking from hers so I could suck in air while I inched inside.

  “Mon chaton, fuck, you feel so good.”

  “Marko.” Tessa moaned deep in her throat, pulling her hands against my grasp. The moment I let go, they came to my back, the nails burying in as she urged me in further. And I gave it to her. I couldn’t stop the silent request. My mind was getting fuzzy again and nothing mattered but her. What happened to making her pay? To teaching her a lesson?

  “Look at me,” she whispered, cupping my cheek. As my eyes searched hers, I pushed deeper, dying to get back and kiss her. She exhaled at whatever she saw and I felt my brows draw in as I slowed.

  “Why are you sighing?”

  Fingers traveled from my cheek to trace across my lips. “I feel you so strongly right now. Like the way things were before you changed. I feel your love. And I feel mine returning so much so, nothing is beginning to matter but you. I should be scared that I’m vanishing. Terrified, even, but I feel no fear. Just my need of you.” Tears welled in her eyes, but didn’t spill over as she held my stare. “Please don’t hurt me anymore. You’ve won. You have me. Now love me, too, with everything you have.”

  The room spun and I fought to get control over my pulse. It was going crazy in my chest and nothing I tried could stop the fireworks going off inside of me. My teeth nipped at the side of her hand as I sear
ched for a response. The taste of her skin had my fangs lowering the smallest amount. Thought disappeared completely as she moved to run the pad of her finger over the sharp tip. The vampire within me reared to the front as she pushed up. Her essence exploded, sending sweetness coating my mouth. Slowly, she traced her blood over my lips, pulling my head down and licking it off. Light took over my vision, accompanied with flashes of the two of us that I couldn’t quite make out. I blinked through the colors, slamming harder into her as she moaned.

  “This is why I fell in love with you,” I breathed against her lips. “This is the real you I’m meeting. I think I understand now.”

  Tessa blinked and her lips separated. At the surprise she wore, I felt myself slow, but I couldn’t stop. “This isn’t the real me, Marko. This is just your version of me. And you’ve never told me you love me. Not like…that.”

  All I could do was stare into her green depths. I couldn’t very well tell her now. I didn’t know her. The emotion was there, but I couldn’t say the words. I didn’t feel like it was my place.

  My hand settled over her mouth and I rested my forehead against hers, closing my eyes as I tried to forget everything we just shared. My thrusts stayed steady and I tuned into what she was feeling as I built her back up. Flashes of the outside of her house projected before me from nowhere and I could see myself stalking back and forth in the backyard, staring at her window. Seeing her move through her routine. The obsession accompanying the vision was automatic and it engulfed me, effecting my movements, making it better for her.

  Closer, I got to the glass, watching as she messed with something on the dresser. Even with the barrier between us, I could smell what I longed for. Her. Lavender and jasmine. Her blood…

  My eyes flew open, disrupting the memory, and I growled as I rolled, pulling her on top of me. But I didn’t let her lift up. My arms wouldn’t let go as I held her to my chest and pushed into her pussy faster.

  “Oh, God…Marko?” The rise in her tone brought me back to reality and I could feel her channel clenching around my cock. I didn’t think. Couldn’t, at the internal frenzy leaving me a mess.

  My hand squeezed into her thigh while the other grabbed onto her bicep. I didn’t wait to lift Tessa to sit on my face. I had to taste her. Taste every drop of what I’d done.

  I sucked against her clit, quickly moving to thrust my tongue into her entrance. Although my hands gripped her hips, I didn’t have to tell her to move against me. Tessa leaned forward, holding onto the headboard while she rotated. The screams were immediate. My claws came out as the first wave of her orgasm hit and I felt my eyes go wide.

  I remembered this. Her flavor. Her. It was more than memories. It was so real, snapping my vampire into possessive mode.

  A small cry followed the spasms as they ran their course and still, my tongue searched for more of what made her, her. Crimson raced down toward my face. I blinked past the shock that I’d broken the skin on her legs. My claws were still out—still ready for more.

  Tessa tried to lift and I shook my head slowly, meeting her stare. I was gone, unable to break free from what I knew was mine. Even her blood didn’t appeal as much as her cum in the moment and there was nothing that would stop me from having more.

  “Your…eyes. Marko?” Her voice was deeper, huskier, as she watched me. The impatience was laced throughout, but I hardly noticed.

  To answer would have taken me away from what I was doing. It was as if I were locked in place—there, but not—as I sucked against the top of her slit. I had to get her ready to come again. I had to...love her. Show her…

  Chapter 5

  Tessa

  Brown, not black. Although I shouldn’t have given in to either one, the small amount of love for the real Marko had gotten me to this point. Faith in finding him had me obeying when I wanted nothing less. Well, I’d wanted it, knowing it was wrong, but I couldn’t help but think that my actions would trigger some sort of response. And it had. Not much, but something about what we were doing was working. I could feel my true Master lurking somewhere deep within and I wanted him back. If I had to be bonded to this vampire and stuck in this life, it had to be the original one I served.

  Heat reignited in my core as his tongue swirled around my clit, never staying long from my entrance. I gripped the headboard tighter, moving just the slightest amount with the pleasure he was building all over again.

  The stinging in my thighs was down to a dull throb, but I didn’t care. It had been what triggered my orgasm to begin with, and in truth, I liked it more than I was ready to admit to myself.

  “Tell me something,” I breathed out. “Say anything.”

  Still, he remained quiet as he continued. I knew it was my Marko, but something was off. Desperation began to filter though as I tried to figure out how to keep him here.

  “Please,” I begged quietly. “Say something.”

  “Quiet.” The vibrations of his order had my lids closing all the way and a sigh of frustration broke free. If I rebelled, I knew the new Marko would come back and I wasn’t ready for that. Obey…yes, I had to.

  I opened my eyes, connecting back with his as I let what he was doing come to the forefront. No more thinking. The best thing I could do was live in the moment. Take what I could from the real him. It was the only way I’d get even the smallest amount of peace in this existence.

  “I love you,” I whispered again.

  The first time had been to gauge his reaction, to see if I could bring him back, and it had worked. Although my statement was genuine to a degree, I couldn’t help but use it to try to pull him back to me. That had been the main thing he’d wanted to begin with—for me to love him. Now, here I was, telling him to his face and he was responding. I had to continue to say what I thought he believed.

  “Do you love me?” I asked, moving against him faster as he circled around my clit. Tighter, I held the headboard as I waited.

  Nothing. Just the brown eyes proving who he was.

  “I know you love me. And someday, you’ll tell me and we can be happy, like we were supposed to be.”

  He blinked rapidly and I bit my lip as heat built in my core. A moan poured from my mouth and I leaned more forward.

  “It’ll be just me and you, forever, like I know you wanted. You love me. Let me hear you say it.” The last died off in a plea and there was no mistaking the way my voice cracked. I may have started this with other intentions, but the newly bonded slave secretly wanted to hear his admission. Something was happening to me, no matter how much I kept trying to push it away. Ever since Marko had bitten me, I slowly felt something different stirring deep within my mind. I was falling for him all over again, but this time, there’d be no going back. The small part of me that loved him had my mind not only facing the fact, but it was ready to grow and lock me into the realization. I’d be there forever. A lost slave in love with her Master, regardless of who she was before, or who she secretly wanted to be. What if I didn’t have a voice when this was finished? Or a fight when I truly didn’t want something? Would I know the difference, or would I be too much of a zombie?

  Tear burned my eyes. I wanted the old Marko back before it happened, if that was the case. At least there was a chance that he’d treat me somewhat humane. At least he’d show me some sort of love. This new one wouldn’t. He’d degrade me. Abuse me. He’d—

  One minute, I was holding on, the next, I was on my back and Marko was inches from my face, baring his fangs.

  “He’d what? What else were you going to say?” Black eyes flickered with anger and I felt my lips separate in fear from the aura he threw off. It left me shaking. I was faced with my biggest nightmare and I wasn’t sure what to do.

  “He’d…never be able to love me. Could you?”

  His furrowed brow eased and slowly disappeared. I sucked in air as he thrust his cock back into me.

  “You’re a slave. Masters don’t love slaves the way you speak of. We feed from them and fuck them. That’s all
you’re good for, mon chaton.”

  Looking into the face of the man I was beginning to love, when it wasn’t him behind the exterior, killed me. My body responded to his, but my mind didn’t. At least…so far. Soon, I wasn’t sure whether I’d have a conscious at all.

  “Accept your place,” he said, lowering to bury in my neck. “You’re no one to me and never will be.”

  My shoulders jerked underneath him, but he slammed into me even harder. Lips kissed against my neck and I braced for what I knew was coming. Where he was brutal in his words and actions, the bite was gentle. I barely felt his fangs puncture my skin. Ecstasy triggered my orgasm and my channel clenched around his cock as my screams were pleasure filled. I couldn’t stand it, even as I ate up the bliss with everything I had. But so did he. I felt his moans against me and basked in knowing that even with his hateful words, he couldn’t deny how he softened when it came to my blood.

  The thrusts slowed until I felt his cock swell inside of me. Intentionally, sadistically, I raked my nails down his back as hard as I could. The trigger was automatic. Warmth shooting into me had a moan escaping my lips no matter how hard I’d tried to hold it in. The last thing I wanted him to know was that I liked what we’d experienced, and now he’d think just that.

  “Off,” I snapped, already wiggling to disconnect us.

  Weight shifted and I used my hands to force him over the rest of the way. Marko rolled to his back, laughing loudly as he pulled his pillow in behind his head.

  “Never again,” I said, sliding off the side of the bed. I headed for the restroom and surprisingly, he let me go. The door slammed behind me and I cursed the fact that there wasn’t a lock. Not that it would have kept him out anyway. God, what was I doing? I’d found out what I wanted. My Marko was still there, but how was I going to get him back without resorting to fucking and falling in love with the other him? I just didn’t know.

  I turned the shower on, mindlessly losing myself in my thoughts as I cleaned up and tried to wash away any remnants of what was left behind. By the time I opened the door, Marko’s light snores filled the room. The temptation to slam it again and wake him up pushed to the front, but I was over fighting. Maybe I’d wake up in the morning and the old Marko would return. Then, we could figure out what we were going to do about this war with Hunter.