He would definitely not feel sorry for himself.As I absently scanned the room, a red light caught my eye. A tiny camera hung from the ceiling in the corner. Then the red light blinked to green.
I hurried over to it. “Unlock the door. You have no reason to keep me here.” I stuck my hands on my hips. “I swear if you don’t let me out, I will make sure the world knows about you fuckers.” Not that anyone would believe me.
I was met with nothing.
I ground my back teeth together. “Are you afraid to confront me, Sam Mason?” I pictured him on the other end, smirking and sizing me up, so I stuck out my chest. My tits had gotten his attention at the club. I hoped that my D cups would again. “Don’t be. I won’t kill you yet.”
Fisting my hands at my sides, I spun on my heel and back to the door. “Open up.” I glared at the camera. My idle threat of ousting them wasn’t working.
I only knew one way to get Sam’s attention at lightning speed. It might cost me a limb or my psyche, but my sisters were depending on me.
I returned to the camera, setting my jaw. “If you don’t let me out, Roman will take matters into his own hands with your sister.” Sweat began to bead on my neck. Probably a stupid move, considering what he’d done to Rianne when she’d made the idle threat about his sister.
Sam blew through the door, fangs down, his silver eyes like high beams lasering me where I stood.
My fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, but I didn’t have to think too hard about which to choose. I wasn’t afraid. I should be, but I was ready to do whatever it took to get what I wanted, even if it cost me my life.
I inhaled deeply, and my chest rose, drawing his attention to my tits.
I rolled my eyes, snapping my fingers. “Up here, vampire.”
His head jerked, and strands of his black hair fell loose from his low ponytail. “How many times are you going to threaten to hurt my sister? Have you not learned your lesson?” His voice was gruff and gravelly, and it sent delicious shock waves to settle between my legs.
Stupid body.
I flipped him off again. “Suck it.” Poor choice of words with a vampire.
One side of his mouth curled as he backed me into the wall underneath the camera. “I should’ve ended you at the club.” The seriousness in his tone made the hairs on my arms stand at attention.
Despite the fact that I didn’t have any weapons and he could end me in a flat second, I wasn’t one to back down. So I kneed him in the balls.
His face reddened. If he was in pain, he sure as shit wasn’t showing it as he threw his head back and laughed. “You’re going to be hellfire when I’m inside you.”
I snorted. “Sorry to disappoint, vampire, but that will never happen.”
“Wanna bet?” he singsonged.
I wanted to punch that cocky smirk off his gorgeous face, but as hard as his jaw looked, I would probably break my hand. Instead, I pushed him, but he didn’t budge.
He leaned in. “Careful, Red. I like a fighter.” Then his hot breath breezed over my ear as he whispered, “Instead of stopping that racing heart of yours, I might fuck you right here.”
My brain suddenly fogged, thick and soupy. I was well aware that he was a vampire, that he could drain me of my life’s essence, that he could end me in a nanosecond. But I didn’t care. I suddenly wanted to slide my hands down his body until I was gripping his dick again. I wanted to feel what it was like to be on the brink of death just as he sank his fangs into my neck.Would it hurt? Or would it send me over the edge to the point that I was freefalling into the abyss?
I tilted my neck to one side as my heart rammed against my rib cage.
He stepped away and began pacing, seemingly trying to get himself under control.
That lust-filled cloud in my brain vanished as I brushed my hands down my legs, straightening my spine.
A Sam look-alike came in. His black hair was just as dark. His green eyes were vibrant but held a world of experience in them. Given the way he carried himself and the faint lines around his eyes, I imagined he’d been around a long, long time. Age wise, I couldn’t tell how old he was. My guess—he’d turned vampire in his mid-twenties.
He regarded Sam then me. “I’m Steven Mason. You must be Layla Aberdeen.” His tone matched the scowl on his face.
“You know my last name?” I shouldn’t be surprised. I knew any government had the means to find out who anyone was.
He tucked his hands in the pockets of his black pants. “I knew your father.”
I lost the ability to breathe. “You did?” Dad had never mentioned he knew a Mason personally.
