Chandler: Books 4 The Witch and the Vampire Read Online Free Page A

memories of Drucella surfaced to rip at his gut. I can hardly compare Drucella to an average woman. She was an evil witch and I was a naïve young man. He chuckled despite his thoughts. I’m still a naïve young man, robbed of further life as a mortal and the privilege of growing old. Remorse settled inside him.
    “I don’t tell lies.” Her brows drew together. She tipped her chin in the air. “I’m an honest woman, and cop!”
    “Honesty is a thing to be proven.”
    “I suppose you’re going to tell me you’re an honest cop, too.”
    Perhaps I should play along, pretend to be the authority figure she thinks I might be. He considered going with his gut feeling that she might be nicer to him, give in to his wishes to have sex. Chandler had sidestepped the truth in the past—being a vampire wasn’t the easiest thing he had ever been faced with. “I’m an honest man.”
    An arched brow lifted. “I think you’re a sly, secretive undercover cop.”
    His curiosity grew. “Why do you think I’m a cop?”
    She smiled slightly. “Because you came into my dressing room without being invited, you manhandled me, threatened to rape me—”
    “I made no such threat.”
    “You flaunt your authority.”
    He threw back his head and laughed loudly. “So I’m to believe that cops are authority figures?”
    “Don’t mock me!” She hurled one hand at his cheek, clipping his chin with her knuckles.
    He bristled, his ire immediately surging to the fore as he caught her fist before she landed another blow.
    “Or perhaps you’re a rogue cop—one of those smart-ass cops who thinks he can take matters into his own hands.”
    “Believe what you will.” Chandler fought the urge to bare his fangs and show her what he really was. He admitted then that he had grown tired of playing her little verbal game. It had only succeeded in delaying the reason he had come to her. He reached a hand to her robe and grasped the front lapel. With one quick jerk, he pulled it from her body and tossed it across the room.
      Jada stood naked before him, a look of shock on her face. She tried to cover her breasts with one hand and her crotch with the other.
      Amusement flooded his body disbursing with the anger she had aroused. His cock hardened with new arousal. He reached for her, dragging her into his embrace. “Enough talking!”
    She tried to fight him, scuffling with him as he tried to subdue her hands. “I’ll see you behind bars for this.”
    “Silence!”
    She drew in a quick breath as he grabbed both wrists in one hand and pushed her against the small dressing table, turning her face to the mirror above it. “I’m supposed to watch myself being raped?”
    Chandler bent her over, pushing her face almost against the mirror as he pulled her hips against his abdomen. The feel of her skin beneath his palms sent his senses spinning. She was soft and smooth, smelling of a delicate fragrance. He skimmed one palm across her back, lowering it to one rounded hip. “Your skin rivals the finest silk.”
    Did I speak aloud? He realized he was more aroused than he had initially thought. Suddenly all the waiting he had done to have her accumulated into one big sensation of overwhelming desire. Chandler stifled the urge to speak openly about his want for her. Resuming his play, he trailed his hand across her waist and onto the rise of one breast.
    He closed his eyes for a second, reveling in the feel of her rounded flesh as he took the heavy tit in his palm. Chandler stroked the bulbous mound with his fingertips, inching upward around her breast to find her nipple. He tweaked the nub, rolling it gently between his forefinger and thumb. It peaked, responding to his fondling.
    Chandler gazed along her back, visually caressing her flesh. She was a sight to behold. The tiny bones of her spine rippled softly beneath the satin cover of skin, trailing perfectly upward to her arching nape. Long silky hair spilled around her shoulders, concealing her