Page 50 of Burn for Her
“Oh, you’re good,” Victoria said from the other side of the door. “I like her.”
Reaper kicked backwards and almost put his foot through the heavy wood-carved door.
“Reaper…” Lena’s brow knit together, and she pressed her hand against his chest, hoping her gaze was pleading enough. “Please…”
“My name is Dorian,” he said, unmoved by her act. “And I can smell your lust, Lena. It’s overpowering your other emotions.” He placed his hand over hers and removed it from his chest.
“Okay, I don’t get this.” Now she was straight up pissed off. “Let me out. Now.”
“I told you, you’re not leaving my side. My enemy has you on their radar now.” He walked closer to her, forcing Lena to back up or get slammed by him.
“I know you all pride yourselves in making sure the guests of The Wicked Garden remain safe at all times, but this is overkill,” she snarled back. “I’m leaving.”
She tried to dodge him. He blocked her every time. After her fourth attempt, she was no longer lusty or angry.
Lena swung out, he blocked her effortlessly. She tried again. He thwarted each one. Calculating her next attempt, Lena went all out with everything she had, only to get pinned and hadn’t hit him once.
“You’re incredible,” he said with awe.
She wasn’t incredible. And she wasn’t pissed anymore either. Lena was scared. “Reaper… Dorian… whatever your name is. Please let me go.”
“I can’t,” he whisper-screamed at her. “Just let me explain, Lena, then you can walk out that door and no one will stop you.”
“Because I’ll be in a body bag?”
“What?”
“No one will stop me because I’ll be dead anyway, is that it?”
The man looked like she just dumped boiling oil over his head. His face turned crimson, and his eyes darkened as if in agony. “No, never.” Holy moly, even how he said those two words sounded painful.
“Then tell me what’s going on because nothing’s making sense. And,” she jabbed a shaky finger at him, “come up with a better hook than ‘you’re my mate’ and ‘my enemy is coming for you’ okay? Be more creative when you lie to me before you slaughter me.”
“I’d never hurt you.”
She hated that part of her believed him. It made no sense. “Go on. Dexter. Tell me why this is happening.”
“It’s Dorian and I’m telling you the truth. My kind has enemies. Those who will strip away every chance we have of survival. Including taking our mates.”
“Which is me.”
“Yes.” He stepped closer. Then his gaze flicked to something else and in less than two seconds, he’d retrieved the folder that had been left on the small table. On the other side of the big ass room. “I won’t ask you how you found this place. For now, tell me exactly what you came here hoping to get?”
“I assume you’re not illiterate. Read my waivers and requests yourself.”
“No, Lena.” He waved the black folder in the air, “What’s on here is bullshit. You knew it but you requested it anyway because you’re too scared to admit what you really want.”
Her facial expression betrayed her. Instead of looking impassive, her cheeks heated. Damnit. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t?” He swaggered over to her. “Lately you’ve developed cravings… your body is reacting to things in ways it shouldn’t.”
“We all have phases,” she shrugged.
“This isn’t a phase. It’s the cusp of a transition.” He got within inches of her and tipped her chin up with his finger. “You crave being bitten.”
“Lots of folks have that kink. Hence the veneers you all wear to make bank with people like me.”
“You didn’t pay a dime to get in here, did you?” He licked one of his canines, keeping her attention on his mouth. “Did you know what it was going to cost you to be here?”