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Guilty Pleasures :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 159 из 205The vampires laughed. The man did not. I walked down the steps to stand a few feet in front of Phillip. He wouldn't look at me.
Nikolaos touched his naked thigh and ran her fingers up it. His body tightened, hands clenching into fists.
“Oh, we have been having a fine time with your lover here,” Nikolaos said. Her voice was sweet as ever. The child bride incarnate. Bitch.
“He isn't my lover.”
She pouted out her lower lip. “Now, Anita, no lying. That's no fun.” She stalked towards me, slender hips swaying to some inner dance. She reached for me, and I backed up, bumping into Winter. “Animator, animator,” she said. “When will you learn that you cannot fight me?”
I don't think she wanted me to argue, so I didn't.
She reached for me again, with one bloody, dainty hand. “Winter can hold you, if you like.”
Stay still, or we hold you down. Great choices. I stayed still. I watched those pale fingers glide towards my face. I ground my fingernails into the palms of my hands. I would not move away from her. I would not move. Her fingers touched my forehead, and I felt the cool wetness of blood. She brushed it down my temple to my cheek and traced her fingers over my lower lip. I think I stopped breathing.
“Lick your lips,” she said.
“No,” I said.
“Oh, you are a stubborn one. Has Jean-Claude given you this courage?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Her eyes darkened, face clouding over. “Don't be coy, Anita. It does not become you.” Her voice was suddenly adult, hot enough to scald. “I know your little secret.”
“I don't know what you are talking about,” I said, and I meant it. I didn't understand the anger.
“If you like, we can play games for a little while longer.” She was suddenly standing beside Phillip, and I hadn't seen her move. “Did that surprise you, Anita? I am still master of this city. I have powers that you and your master have never even dreamed of.”
My master? What the hell was she talking about? I didn't have a master.
She rubbed her hands along the side of his chest, over his rib cage. Her hand wiped away the blood to show the skin smooth and untouched. She stood in front of him and didn't come to his collarbone. Phillip had closed his eyes. Her head arched backwards, a glimpse of fangs, lips drawn back in a snarl.
“No.” I stepped towards them. Winter's hands descended on my shoulders. He shook his head, slow and careful. I was not to interfere.
She drove her fangs into his side.
Nikolaos touched his naked thigh and ran her fingers up it. His body tightened, hands clenching into fists.
“Oh, we have been having a fine time with your lover here,” Nikolaos said. Her voice was sweet as ever. The child bride incarnate. Bitch.
“He isn't my lover.”
She pouted out her lower lip. “Now, Anita, no lying. That's no fun.” She stalked towards me, slender hips swaying to some inner dance. She reached for me, and I backed up, bumping into Winter. “Animator, animator,” she said. “When will you learn that you cannot fight me?”
I don't think she wanted me to argue, so I didn't.
She reached for me again, with one bloody, dainty hand. “Winter can hold you, if you like.”
Stay still, or we hold you down. Great choices. I stayed still. I watched those pale fingers glide towards my face. I ground my fingernails into the palms of my hands. I would not move away from her. I would not move. Her fingers touched my forehead, and I felt the cool wetness of blood. She brushed it down my temple to my cheek and traced her fingers over my lower lip. I think I stopped breathing.
“Lick your lips,” she said.
“No,” I said.
“Oh, you are a stubborn one. Has Jean-Claude given you this courage?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Her eyes darkened, face clouding over. “Don't be coy, Anita. It does not become you.” Her voice was suddenly adult, hot enough to scald. “I know your little secret.”
“I don't know what you are talking about,” I said, and I meant it. I didn't understand the anger.
“If you like, we can play games for a little while longer.” She was suddenly standing beside Phillip, and I hadn't seen her move. “Did that surprise you, Anita? I am still master of this city. I have powers that you and your master have never even dreamed of.”
My master? What the hell was she talking about? I didn't have a master.
She rubbed her hands along the side of his chest, over his rib cage. Her hand wiped away the blood to show the skin smooth and untouched. She stood in front of him and didn't come to his collarbone. Phillip had closed his eyes. Her head arched backwards, a glimpse of fangs, lips drawn back in a snarl.
“No.” I stepped towards them. Winter's hands descended on my shoulders. He shook his head, slow and careful. I was not to interfere.
She drove her fangs into his side.