Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Eight
"Not so fast. We are both adults. I think you’re forgetting what you came here for. So there's really no need to play around. Let’s see what you’ve got to offer.” He let her know that he was willing to play along. Just for the hell of it.
She threw him another scared look and made for the door. Samson was faster and cut her escape route off. He was enjoying himself now. In fact, he hadn’t had this much fun in a long time.
She breathed heavily, still pretending to be scared. He could almost smell her fear, and he could still pick up the scent of her blood from the cut in her hands. His fangs itched, and he fought to control himself. His hands dug into her shoulders to pull her close. He didn’t care that her wet clothes would ruin his dry-clean-only pants and sweater.
“No, let me go!” Her desperate plea echoed in his vast home.
“You know you don’t want to go.” he said huskily