Taken by The Hunger: A Blood Thirst Novel (Book 1) Paranormal Romance/ Erotica/ Urban Fantasy Read Online Free

brought in, but apparently I was wrong. Kimmy nursed me back to health by the time he came to see me two days later. He was raging with anger- it was apparent from the severity of his manner.
    I was getting out of bed while Kimmy went to prepare my bath when he walked into my bedroom, making my heart stop, and demanded that Kimmy leave us alone. She looked at me with worry in her eyes before walking back into the bathroom to shut the water off. I looked at him then, and automatically wished I hadn’t because he was facing the bathroom waiting for Kimmy while ignoring me. When she made her way to my bedroom door he went after her, without sparing me a glance. From their muffled voices, I couldn’t decipher what they spoke of, but I knew them to be on the other side of my bedroom door.
    I was unable to move rooted to the floor watching the closed door as if my life depended on it. I was instantly jealous wondering if there was a closer connection between the two. Are they lovers, maybe he got her the job to be closer to her … I swear I saw red. Was he bringing her pleasure in some corner of this hell, while I lay here dying? Was she the reason he didn’t come sooner? This last one really did me in bad, so I quickly pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on preparing myself for what the sight of him so close to me would do; all while knowing he may have feelings for the new guard.
    Yes, she had to be the reason he stayed away until now.
    As if I wasn’t punishing myself enough, now my nerves and the memory of him in my bedroom, being so close, were taking control of my senses not allowing me to do anything else, but wait for what I was sure would be severe punishment for my impulsive behavior.
    He entered, locked the door with key, returned the key to his jean pocket while slowly turning to me, and approached without taking his hard gaze off me. I looked at him as he drew near, and realized the great mistake I’d done. There was so much strength and power in every step he took towards me… I instantly knew I would suffer for what I’d done. This man did not forget. And forgiveness… well let’s just say that word never had a place in his existence.
    He wasted no time, “I see that you have recovered enough for us to finally have this talk, you don’t know how difficult it’s been to stay away, or how long these past two days have felt. And Emma, I suggest you think before you speak because I just may get the opportunity to kill you myself.”
    Ignoring his warning, I blurted out.
    “You seem to be doing just fine,” I said while checking his lips for any sign of swelling from a passionate kiss. He took a deep breath and crossed his arms.
    “Why are my lips suddenly so fascinating to you; is that jealousy burning in your eyes, or something else?”
    He was causing my insides to turn, so I turned to get my robe when he said, “Leave it, you don’t need it. I’ve seen you bruised, broken, and naked. In fact, I stripped you myself to see with my own eyes how hurt you were, for my sanity Emma…, but I thought I would be burying you instead of laying you in bed.”
    I faced him then, wearing only a silver, silk, and lace chemise with a low open back, and tiny matching silk panties. I stood shocked, staring at him and not believing his words; I’d thought him away because I hadn’t seen him for days, or worse I’d feared he’d been with her.
    I was dreading his return up until this very moment, and I was also terrified of his reaction on seeing what I looked like. When I first opened my eyes, I was bandaged up from my chest down to my waist. Early that morning, I knew I had to see what was underneath, so I waited for the sedatives to wear off, and for Kimmy to leave me alone. I was horrified when I found receding bite marks all over the skin underneath the bandaged area. And the scariest part was, I don’t know how I could survive that. What in God’s name does that to someone while still leaving them