Shaking off her lethargy, Diamonique moved in front of him and let him look his fill, allowed his eyes to travel the length of her body. His gaze took in the flow of the silky dress, breasts that threatened to spill out of the scoop neckline, and the black spiked heels encrusted with the diamonds that were her namesake. He watched as she moved her legs apart and let the silk fall away from one calf, the slit reaching clear to her waistline. His eyes heated instantly. His heart beat loud in her ears, his blood pumping hard.
Beckoning her to drink.
Pleading for Diamonique to sate herself with this stranger.
She lifted her hand to the back of his neck and pulled him down, then silently slipped inside his mind, reading his thoughts easily. He was a flurry of sexual lust. He ached to sink his heavy length inside her body. Nothing seemed to matter to him except the swell of hip that protruded from the open dress.
Diamonique felt his hands there, even as her teeth scored his soft skin. His musky male scent bombarded her senses, as she tasted his sweet blood. Only once before had she tasted such nectar. Before she could explore the remembrance, his strong capable hands massaged the junction of her thighs. Her tongue continued to tease the blood from his willing veins, each in their own way fulfilling their lust. She let the moment drag out, longer than ever before. She loved his strong, capable hands massaging where she needed him the most. Even as her tongue continued to lap sweet sustenance, Diamonique felt her own climax mounting.
Then he spoke.
“My beautiful, Diamond, I thought I’d lost you forever.”
That voice! Warm velvet skimmed the length of Diamonique’s body. Every muscle went rigid with disbelief.
It was Cain!
The one who’d turned her into this monster of the dark.
She wrenched out of his arms.
“You were projecting false thoughts,” she accused, “so I wouldn’t know it was you.”
She readied herself for battle. But he only stood there, eyes full of laughter as if mocking her. His grin triggered Diamonique’s rage as his gaze traveled over her body with a possessiveness he had no right to.
Her blood craving withered.
“You must have a death wish.” Her voice deliberately harsh and cold as her cells began to pulse with life once more, giving back her strength as her rage grew. Unfortunately, she was also able to see the man who’d so easily hidden his true self from her. No wonder she hadn’t recognized him, as an ancient, Cain had cloaked his appearance.
“Now why would you say that, love?”
“You dare come to me after what you’ve done!”
His eyes lit up with understanding, as if just remembering. “Ah, you must mean the whore. Is that what has you all in a lather?”
Diamonique’s spine stiffened. Her fists clenched and unclenched in an effort to stay in control. “She has a name, use it.”
“Sareena is dead.”
She hadn’t expected that, but then she didn’t really care. “And you’re telling me why?”
He drove a hand through his long black hair and sighed, as if tired. “It’s a long story,
but her death affects you a great deal.”
“Screw off.”
“You have a wicked mouth, Diamond.”
“And you and I were finished a century ago. Leave here, Cain. This is my turf.”
“Afraid I can’t do that, love.”
“Then I will.”
She turned to go, but he grabbed her and hauled her close.
Too close.