CHAPTER THIRTEEN
IT TOOK TOO much effort to lunge my weak body out of bed. A view from outside Calind’s penthouse in Singapore faced me and went unappreciated.
Calind caressed my face, pulling my head out of a place I hated.
The scene of half a dozen people sinking their teeth into me and sucking my blood like they were beings who didn’t exist in my world threatened to dismantle my skepticism. Puncture wounds on my body proved it had happened. They weren’t human bite marks—they were neat pinpricks, similar to the ones on droves of vampire victims in movies and television shows.
Shoving my mind back into plausibility, I shook my head at Calind and smacked his hand from its new position on the back of my thigh.
Calind grabbed my waist and pushed me up against the glass window. His face lowered and his lips prepared to tease my mouth. I moved my head to make sure his lips collided with my cheek. He grabbed my chin with a firm grip, forcing a kiss on my lips.
I bit his lip hard enough to break the skin.
He smirked and sucked the small spot of blood on his lips. Clasping his hands around my wrists, he tried to kiss me again.
Despite his hold on me taking my anger to another level, I couldn’t stop myself from returning his kiss. His inviting lips screwed my emotions into submission.
His hands dug into my head, holding me firm and freezing my eye contact with the sheer will of his gaze. He made me think and experience things that weren’t real.
He was inside of me, manipulating the spots that drove me wild. Even though his mouth wasn’t anywhere near my pussy or my breasts, I felt his tongue whirling around my clit and his mouth sucking on my nipples.
His stare intensified. “Come hard for me, sweetheart.”
It manifested in my mind, fooling me into believing and feeling everything was real. I arched my back and felt a trickle of wet warmth dampen my panties. As the feeling took over my senses, I moaned his name.
I covered his mouth with my own, pressing my shuddering body against his hard chest. I pushed my lips against his teeth until I felt a tinge, hoping to silence the aftershocks with pain. It failed.
I had to have been going crazy. How else could someone do that? How could he obtain the impossible, and make me come merely by the power of suggestion?
The crazy shit Calind had shown me left my heart racing, as though I was watching a good horror movie. I both loved and hated it.
“Regan…look at me,” he demanded. “Do you want this to end?”
I remained silent.
He fitted my chin between his fingers. “What do you want, Regan? Me away from you? An end to us? Speak.”
Again, I was mute.
“Regan.” The word rumbled across the skin on my face, heating me to a smoldering level.
“I don’t want us to break up. I can do without…”
“Okay,” he said as though he were digesting what I didn’t say, and knew what I couldn’t verbalize. “No more games. No more fantasies you don’t want to fulfill. Let’s be who we are from now on.” A seriousness swept across his face.
“I don’t know if that’s what I want.”
He searched my eyes as if he hoped to find a different answer.
There was one thing I wanted more than finding out who—what the hell those people were at the dinner party, what happened to them, or what Calind did when he was away.
It was a fantasy made to look real. A fantasy to inject excitement into my life. Too many answers detracted from the game. I had to ask myself if I wanted this, or the life I had before Calind. The answer was strong.
“I don’t want to travel anymore,” I told him. “I want to go back home…together.”
Without missing a beat, he replied, “A gentleman’s promise.”