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Guilty Pleasures :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 174 из 205He grabbed both my wrists and jerked me to my knees, body pinned on either side by his legs. He sat in the chair, knees controlling my lower body, hands like chains on my wrists.
A high, tinkling laughter filled the room. Nikolaos stood to one side, watching us. Her laughter echoed through the room, growing louder and louder, like music gone mad.
Jean-Claude transferred both my wrists to one hand, and I could not stop him. His free hand stroked my cheek, smoothing down the line of my neck. His fingers tightened at the base of my skull and began to push.
“Jean-Claude, please, don't do this!”
He pressed my face closer and closer to the wound on his chest. I struggled, but his fingers were welded to my skull, a part of me. “NO!”
Nikolaos's laughter changed to words. “Scratch the surface, and we are all much alike, animator.”
I screamed, “Jean-Claude!”
His voice came like velvet, warm and dark, sliding through my mind. “Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, two minds with but one body, two souls wedded as one.” For one bright, shining moment, I saw it, felt it. Eternity with JeanClaude. His touch … forever. His lips. His blood.
I blinked and found my lips almost touching the wound in his chest. I could have reached out and licked it. “JeanClaude, no! Jean-Claude!” I screamed it. “God help me!” I screamed that, too.
Darkness and someone gripping my shoulder. I didn't even think about it. Instinct took over. The gun from the headboard was in my hand and turning to point.
A hand trapped my arm under the pillow, pointing the gun at the wall, a body pressing against mine. “Anita, Anita, it's Edward. Look at me!”
I blinked up at Edward, who was pinning my arms. His breathing was coming a little fast.
I stared at the gun in my hand and back at Edward. He was still holding my arms. I guess I didn't blame him.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Say something, Anita.”
“I had a nightmare,” I said.
He shook his head. “No shit.” He released me slowly.
I slid the gun back in its holster.
“Who's Jean-Claude?” he asked.
“Why?”
“You were calling his name.”
I brushed a hand over my forehead, and it came away slick with sweat. The clothes I'd slept in and the sheet were drenched with it. These nightmares were beginning to get on my nerves.
“What time is it?” The room looked too dark, as if the sun had gone down. My stomach tightened. If it was near dark, Catherine wouldn't have a chance.
“Don't panic; it's just clouds.
A high, tinkling laughter filled the room. Nikolaos stood to one side, watching us. Her laughter echoed through the room, growing louder and louder, like music gone mad.
Jean-Claude transferred both my wrists to one hand, and I could not stop him. His free hand stroked my cheek, smoothing down the line of my neck. His fingers tightened at the base of my skull and began to push.
“Jean-Claude, please, don't do this!”
He pressed my face closer and closer to the wound on his chest. I struggled, but his fingers were welded to my skull, a part of me. “NO!”
Nikolaos's laughter changed to words. “Scratch the surface, and we are all much alike, animator.”
I screamed, “Jean-Claude!”
His voice came like velvet, warm and dark, sliding through my mind. “Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, two minds with but one body, two souls wedded as one.” For one bright, shining moment, I saw it, felt it. Eternity with JeanClaude. His touch … forever. His lips. His blood.
I blinked and found my lips almost touching the wound in his chest. I could have reached out and licked it. “JeanClaude, no! Jean-Claude!” I screamed it. “God help me!” I screamed that, too.
Darkness and someone gripping my shoulder. I didn't even think about it. Instinct took over. The gun from the headboard was in my hand and turning to point.
A hand trapped my arm under the pillow, pointing the gun at the wall, a body pressing against mine. “Anita, Anita, it's Edward. Look at me!”
I blinked up at Edward, who was pinning my arms. His breathing was coming a little fast.
I stared at the gun in my hand and back at Edward. He was still holding my arms. I guess I didn't blame him.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Say something, Anita.”
“I had a nightmare,” I said.
He shook his head. “No shit.” He released me slowly.
I slid the gun back in its holster.
“Who's Jean-Claude?” he asked.
“Why?”
“You were calling his name.”
I brushed a hand over my forehead, and it came away slick with sweat. The clothes I'd slept in and the sheet were drenched with it. These nightmares were beginning to get on my nerves.
“What time is it?” The room looked too dark, as if the sun had gone down. My stomach tightened. If it was near dark, Catherine wouldn't have a chance.
“Don't panic; it's just clouds.