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Guilty Pleasures :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 129 из 205Of course, before last night I hadn't thought they could fly either. Oh, I was just learning all sorts of new things.
“How do I know you're not just telling me that?” I asked.
“You will just have to trust me.”
Now that was almost funny. If she had a sense of humor, maybe we could work something out. Naw.
She pulled my wrist closer to her body and me with it. Her hand was like fleshy steel. I couldn't pry her hand off, not with anything short of a blowtorch. And I was all out of blowtorches.
The top of her head fitted under my chin. She had to rise on tiptoe to breathe on my neck. It should have ruined the menace. It didn't. Soft lips touched my neck. I jerked. She laughed against my skin, face pressed against me. I shivered and couldn't stop.
“I promise to be gentle.” She laughed again, and I fought an urge to shove her, away. I would have given almost anything to hit her, just once, hard. But I didn't want to die tonight. Besides, I'd made a deal.
“Poor darling, you're shaking.” She laid a hand on my shoulder to steady herself. She brushed lips along the hollow of my neck. “Are you cold?”
“Cut the crap. Just do it!”
She stiffened against me. “Don't you want me to touch you?”
“No,” I said. Was she crazy? Rhetorical question.
Her voice was very still. “Where is the scar on my face?”
I answered without thinking. “Near your mouth.”
“And how,” she hissed, “did you know that?”
My heart leaped into my throat. Oops. I had let her know her mind tricks weren't working, and they should have been.
Her hand dug into my shoulder. I made a small sound, but I didn't cry out. “What have you been doing, animator?”
I didn't have the faintest idea. Somehow, I doubted she'd believe that.
“Leave her alone!” Phillip came half-running through the trees. “You promised me you wouldn't hurt her tonight.”
Nikolaos didn't even turn around. “Willie.” Just his name, but like all good servants he knew what was wanted.
He stepped in front of Phillip, one arm straight out from his body. He was going to stiff-arm him. Phillip sidestepped the arm brushing past.
Willie never had been much of a fighter. Strength wasn't enough if you had shit for balance.
Nikolaos touched my chin and turned my face back to hers. “Do not force me to hold your attention, animator. You wouldn't like the methods I would choose.”
I swallowed audibly. She was probably right. “You have my full attention, honest.
“How do I know you're not just telling me that?” I asked.
“You will just have to trust me.”
Now that was almost funny. If she had a sense of humor, maybe we could work something out. Naw.
She pulled my wrist closer to her body and me with it. Her hand was like fleshy steel. I couldn't pry her hand off, not with anything short of a blowtorch. And I was all out of blowtorches.
The top of her head fitted under my chin. She had to rise on tiptoe to breathe on my neck. It should have ruined the menace. It didn't. Soft lips touched my neck. I jerked. She laughed against my skin, face pressed against me. I shivered and couldn't stop.
“I promise to be gentle.” She laughed again, and I fought an urge to shove her, away. I would have given almost anything to hit her, just once, hard. But I didn't want to die tonight. Besides, I'd made a deal.
“Poor darling, you're shaking.” She laid a hand on my shoulder to steady herself. She brushed lips along the hollow of my neck. “Are you cold?”
“Cut the crap. Just do it!”
She stiffened against me. “Don't you want me to touch you?”
“No,” I said. Was she crazy? Rhetorical question.
Her voice was very still. “Where is the scar on my face?”
I answered without thinking. “Near your mouth.”
“And how,” she hissed, “did you know that?”
My heart leaped into my throat. Oops. I had let her know her mind tricks weren't working, and they should have been.
Her hand dug into my shoulder. I made a small sound, but I didn't cry out. “What have you been doing, animator?”
I didn't have the faintest idea. Somehow, I doubted she'd believe that.
“Leave her alone!” Phillip came half-running through the trees. “You promised me you wouldn't hurt her tonight.”
Nikolaos didn't even turn around. “Willie.” Just his name, but like all good servants he knew what was wanted.
He stepped in front of Phillip, one arm straight out from his body. He was going to stiff-arm him. Phillip sidestepped the arm brushing past.
Willie never had been much of a fighter. Strength wasn't enough if you had shit for balance.
Nikolaos touched my chin and turned my face back to hers. “Do not force me to hold your attention, animator. You wouldn't like the methods I would choose.”
I swallowed audibly. She was probably right. “You have my full attention, honest.