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Guilty Pleasures :: Гамильтон Лорел
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I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye. “I am flattered.”
“You never answered my question.”
“No,” he said.
“No, you haven't answered me, or no, you haven't fed?”
He turned his head to me, as we walked. Sweat gleamed on his upper lip. “What do you think, ma petite?” His voice was the softest of whispers.
I jerked my hand, tried to get away, even though I knew it was silly, and wouldn't work. His hand convulsed around mine, squeezed until I gasped. He wasn't even trying hard.
“Do not struggle against me, Anita.” His tongue slid across his upper lip. “Struggling is-exciting.”
“Why didn't you feed earlier?”
“I was ordered not to.”
“Why?”
He didn't answer me. Rain began to patter down. Light and cool.
“Why?” I repeated.
“I don't know.” His voice was nearly lost in the soft fall of rain. If it had been anyone else I would have said he was afraid.
The hotel was tall and thin, and made of real brick. The sign out front glowed blue and said, “Vacancy.” There was no other sign. Nothing to tell you what the place was called, or even what it was. Just vacancy.
Rain glistened in Jean-Claude's hair, like black diamonds. My top was sticking to my body. The blood had begun to wash away. Cold water was just the thing for a fresh blood stain.
A police car eased around the corner. I tensed. Jean-Claude jerked me against him. I put my palm against his chest to keep our bodies from touching. His heart thudded under my hand.
The police car was going very slowly. A spotlight began to search the shadows. They swept the District regularly. It was bad for tourism if the tourists got wasted by our biggest attractions.
Jean-Claude grabbed my chin and turned me to look at him. I tried to pull away, but his fingers dug into my chin. “Don't fight me!”
“I won't look in your eyes!”
“My word that I will not try to bespell you. For this night you may look into my eyes with safety. I swear it.” He glanced at the police car, still moving towards us. “If the police are brought into this, I cannot promise what will happen to your friend.”
I forced myself to relax in his arms, letting my body ease against his. My heartbeat sounded loud, as if I had been running. Then I realized it wasn't my heart I was hearing. Jean-Claude's pulse was throbbing through my body. I could hear it, feel it, almost squeeze it in my hand. I stared up at his face.
I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye. “I am flattered.”
“You never answered my question.”
“No,” he said.
“No, you haven't answered me, or no, you haven't fed?”
He turned his head to me, as we walked. Sweat gleamed on his upper lip. “What do you think, ma petite?” His voice was the softest of whispers.
I jerked my hand, tried to get away, even though I knew it was silly, and wouldn't work. His hand convulsed around mine, squeezed until I gasped. He wasn't even trying hard.
“Do not struggle against me, Anita.” His tongue slid across his upper lip. “Struggling is-exciting.”
“Why didn't you feed earlier?”
“I was ordered not to.”
“Why?”
He didn't answer me. Rain began to patter down. Light and cool.
“Why?” I repeated.
“I don't know.” His voice was nearly lost in the soft fall of rain. If it had been anyone else I would have said he was afraid.
The hotel was tall and thin, and made of real brick. The sign out front glowed blue and said, “Vacancy.” There was no other sign. Nothing to tell you what the place was called, or even what it was. Just vacancy.
Rain glistened in Jean-Claude's hair, like black diamonds. My top was sticking to my body. The blood had begun to wash away. Cold water was just the thing for a fresh blood stain.
A police car eased around the corner. I tensed. Jean-Claude jerked me against him. I put my palm against his chest to keep our bodies from touching. His heart thudded under my hand.
The police car was going very slowly. A spotlight began to search the shadows. They swept the District regularly. It was bad for tourism if the tourists got wasted by our biggest attractions.
Jean-Claude grabbed my chin and turned me to look at him. I tried to pull away, but his fingers dug into my chin. “Don't fight me!”
“I won't look in your eyes!”
“My word that I will not try to bespell you. For this night you may look into my eyes with safety. I swear it.” He glanced at the police car, still moving towards us. “If the police are brought into this, I cannot promise what will happen to your friend.”
I forced myself to relax in his arms, letting my body ease against his. My heartbeat sounded loud, as if I had been running. Then I realized it wasn't my heart I was hearing. Jean-Claude's pulse was throbbing through my body. I could hear it, feel it, almost squeeze it in my hand. I stared up at his face.