looking out to a frothy turquoise ocean.
Closing the door behind him, Lucien leaned against it. âYouâll stay here, with me and out of sight.â
âLike hell I will. Iâm here only until those hunters stop following me. Or I can harness enough power to break their kneecaps.â
âYou will not touch them and you will not disobey me in this.â
Bristling, she told him to do something anatomically impossible. His sculpted lips twitched.
âSuch a filthy mouth. You should be spanked,â he murmured.
âI dare you to try it,â she taunted.
Breath hitched in her lungs as he unbuckled his elegant black leather belt. Gucci, she noted dimly as she backed away. Light glinted off the silver buckle.
It split the air with a crackling sound as he whipped it. Lucienâs eyes gleamed with challenge.
Mara turned to run, but he caught her by the waist. âNever dare me to try anything, Mara. Now pull your pants down.â
âNo way,â she squealed.
Yes. Way .
The deep voice spoke inside her mind, compelling her obedience. Horrified, she found her hands fumbling with the zipper on her jeans. They slid over her hips, down to her ankles. Lucien gave a small smile.
âWhite panties with little blue flowers. Quite feminine.â
Pull those down as well .
Mara struggled against the overwhelming command but hooked her fingers into the underwear and tugged them past her hips.
His jaw went taut as he studied the thatch of dark curls, the slight splay of her thighs.
Lucien hooked an arm around her waist. Captive in his powerful grip, she cursed as he sat and drew her over his knees.
The belt cracked the air again. Tensing, she waited for the bite of pain. But instead of hitting her, his long fingers stroked her bare bottom. Lucien squeezed and gently kneaded until she shivered with pleasure.
âI should spank you,â he murmured. âBut I hate leaving a mark on such a beautiful ass. There are more pleasurable activities I have in mind for it.â
Cupping her ass, he gave a playful squeeze. âSuch as cushioning me when I mount you from behind.â
A moan escaped her as a warm, wet tongue stroked over one rounded cheek. âOr taste your sweet flesh all over. Mmm.â
When he slid a finger into her crevice and down across the wet cleft of her core, she did cry out. âSo many pleasures. I shall not spank you. Iâll savor your sweet skin later. All over.â
Oh please. Please .
Burning with embarrassment, she turned her face away. This time she knew it wasnât his silky voice speaking inside her mind, but her own desire.
Lucien released her and she tumbled to the floor, her panties and jeans around her ankles. Mara glared at him as he rebuckled his belt.
âIâd get up if I were you,â Lucien advised. âYou look quite tempting lying on the floor with your pants down.â
As she wriggled back into her clothing, he chuckled. Glaring at him, she buttoned her pants. âMind control. Big deal. You think that sets you above my demon?â
A twinkle lit his dark eyes. âPerhaps.â
Maraâs jaw dropped as Lucien began floating toward the ceiling like a balloon. He rose until his head nearly hit the ceiling.
âIâm quite above your demon now.â
âOhâ¦wow,â she said weakly.
âThough perhaps not your angel, if she has wings,â he joked, slowly descending.
As his shoes hit the floor, Lucien gave a cocky grin. âMake yourself comfortable. I must make a phone call.â
Mara fled into the bedroom to escape his amused gaze. The vampire had enormous powers the likes of which she had never seen.
The elegant furnishings did little to soothe her turbulent emotions. She paced, and then her gaze fell on a single spray of white orchids. In a glass vase on a small table by the sliders, the orchids shimmered with beauty.
So delicate and frail. The raging emotions quieted.
Mara touched