The Devil In Disguise (Bad Things #1)(56)

If he could, he would have traded everything he had for her.

Steam filled the shower. He slipped inside first, and Mina followed, their hands linked. She seemed so delicate and fragile. He wanted to protect her, to damn near worship her. Instead, he was going to lose her.

Fate was a cruel bitch.

He took soap in his hand and slid it over her body. Over her shoulders. Down her arms. On her stomach and up to the curves of her breasts. Her nipples were tight, pink, and he lifted her up against him, putting his mouth on her breast because he loved her taste so much.

She arched into him, moaning, as the water poured down her body.

His cock was hard, aching, and he wanted to drive deep and hard into her.

But he needed to make this memory, for both of them. Mina in the water. Him with her. Maybe…maybe she’d remember.

But perhaps not. Her kind had such short memories. Especially when they returned to the water.

He kissed his way to her other breast, laving the nipple, biting her lightly. Her nails sank into his shoulders and he loved that small flash of pain. He wished that she would mark him, that he would always carry her mark.

And I will, deep inside.

His hand slid down her body. Pushed between her legs. She was so soft and silky. He thrust two fingers inside of her and her sex clamped tightly around him. He kissed her neck, licked her skin. Pressed a tender kiss to her throat.

She’d offered her life for him. Did Mina realize that she was the first to make such a sacrifice? “I didn’t deserve it,” he rasped. He thrust his fingers into her again and loved the ragged gasp that she gave. That quick breath of pleasure.

His fingers slid from her and she moaned, protesting. Mina was so sensual. The water beading on her skin made her seem to glow with beauty. The blood was gone. Her pain—seemingly erased.

His hands moved to her hips. He lifted her against him, holding her easily and Mina locked her legs around his waist. She stared into his eyes, a sensual smile on her lips. His cock was wedged at the entrance to her body. One push, and he’d be inside. The pleasure would overwhelm them both. Make them forget everything else.

But he hesitated. He wanted this moment to last—Mina, clinging tightly to him. Mina, holding him, trusting him. Loving him?

A guy could hope. Even a guy like him.

“Inside, Luke,” Mina ordered, her voice the sexiest of demands. “You’re driving me crazy! I need you!”

And he would never deny her, not anything. He drove into her and sank deep. Her heels pushed against his ass as she let out another moan. The sound of her pleasure drove him wild. He eased back, then thrust into her, deeper, harder, pounding into her again and again.

Every glide sent his cock pushing over her clit, and he knew the pleasure was surging through her. He needed her to break. Luke wanted her control to splinter as she surrendered to him and to the fierce desire that raged between them.

He pushed her back against the marble wall of his shower. He put his mouth against hers, thrusting his tongue past her lips even as his hips surged against her. Her inner muscles clenched around him, her whole body went tight—

And Luke swore he could taste her pleasure. Mina erupted around him, her sex rippling around his cock, her body jerking and he let himself go. Luke emptied into her, the beast that he kept inside roaring his release. Mina’s hands were sweeping over his back, she was holding him as if she never wanted to let him go…

But soon enough, she’d walk away. The ocean would call to Mina, and she’d leave him. She’d go, and his world would rip apart.





Chapter Sixteen


Julian’s neck ached. He could feel the blood slowly dripping down his throat.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I-I never wanted this.”

Because she was turned away from him, the vampiress didn’t see his sudden flinch. “Rose…”

She looked back at him. He could see the tear tracks on her face. Her beautiful face—one that had been burned in his memory long ago.

“I deserve one hell of a lot more than just a bite from you,” he said. His voice gruff. She should want to rip him apart. After all, it was his fault that she—no, stop. Take it one step at a time. “How did you get here? How did these goons catch you?”

“I’d gone too long without eating.” She swallowed and he heard the delicate click of that movement. “Agent McAdams found me in Chicago. He said that he could help me. That he could…he could change me back.”

Julian took a step toward her. He’d ripped the chains right from the wall when she’d first come toward him. Apparently, he’d just needed the right motivation to break free. Now the battered remnants of those chains dangled from his wrists.

Rose threw up her hand. “No, stop it! Don’t come closer! I-I’ll attack if you do!” Her voice was sharp and desperate. “They’ve starved me. That’s how McAdams has helped. He lied to me. He promised that he’d help but he just wanted to use me.”

What McAdams wanted was a swift trip to hell. Julian would be happy to oblige the man.

“He’s starving me because he wants me weak. Weak means controllable in his mind. He’s going to use me, try to get me to turn into some kind of weapon.” Her laughter was bitter, wild. “I thought the FBI was supposed to be good! They’re just as bad as—” But she broke off, clamping her lips together.