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Finally, the bathroom door opened the rest of the way. Christiana walked out, and he held his breath. She had stripped, but not all the way. Delicate black stockings covered her long legs and stopped at the thigh. The dark lace tops connected to black garters that matched her black panties. She was topless and her breasts swayed slightly as she walked. She was curvaceous, pale as porcelain, and not one inch of her body was fake. She was even hotter than she had been in his dreams.

Christiana managed not to glance over at Blane as she walked into her room. He was probably trying to scare her, but it wasn’t going to work. She’d heard his feet on the balcony.

Walking into the room topless was the perfect revenge. He’d get no satisfaction from it, just another erection, like the ones he’d had in the gym and every other time he’d come on to her. For someone like him, it would be well-deserved torture.

She went to the bag on the chair next to the door and rifled through for her shampoo. It wasn’t the most expensive shampoo, but it was the only one that left her hair with a little body.

Anything else weighed it down and made it look dirty, even when it was freshly washed.

She held up the little black bottle of shampoo, glad to see that it survived the trip.

It whipped from her hand, then floated magically across the room and toward the bed.

She smiled without looking at Blane. “You shouldn’t sneak into women’s rooms. I could have killed you.”

There was a smirk in his voice. “If you had the guts.”

“Didn’t I prove that in the gym?” She turned to face him and stood straight so that her bare chest drew his attention.

Blane’s left brow arched high. “You think that’s what you did? I’ll give you credit for having a little spunk, which is why I’m wondering how you can stoop low enough to meet

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someone like that geek Vincenzo. Real
fratello
don’t cruise the Net for their
compagnas
.”

“He’s just not a very social person.” She glanced to down the length of his shirtless body.

Blane might be rude, even immature, but he had a body made for sin. Even she couldn’t ignore that. Those poor human girls didn’t stand a chance. The scam he was working on them would be funny—if it weren’t so unfair.

Christiana glanced up to his face again. “It’s funny you mention real
fratello
. I keep wondering how you can bloat yourself with those naïve human girls. They’re practically children.” She took a few more steps toward the bathroom and stopped near the edge of the bed.

“Not up for the challenge of a real woman?”

She smirked, happy with the little jab, and started toward the bathroom again.

Blane appeared in front of her.

She grunted and started around him, but he caught arms and forced her against his body.

For a moment, she had the urge to shove him down and show him what a real woman would do.

She could do it. The age difference alone was enough to give her an advantage, but she settled for getting him out of the way.

Christiana threw her weight, trying to spin him away from the door. He must have anticipated the move, because Blane jerked her against him, tighter this time. She’d only moved him a few feet, but it was enough to get him clear of the bathroom door.

Blane’s gaze drifted from where their bare chests pressed against each other. When he spoke, his voice was low and thick. “
Real women
are demanding. Those girls don’t want to bust my balls all the time.”

She smiled slowly and leaned into him. In her most seductive voice, Christiana said, “But real women will lick your balls after they bust them.”

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Then she shoved him hard in the center of his chest with one hand, catching him off guard. It was just enough to stumble him backward onto the bed. “Remember that the next time one of your young girls leaves you unsatisfied.”

Blane’s lust exploded through the room as he propped up on his elbows, flexing his abs.

His eyes ran the length of her body, and his erection made itself obvious. He really had an appreciation for strong women. It was almost enough to throw away everything that was wrong with the idea of them, and seduce him right here.

She couldn’t really do that. Frivolous encounters weren’t on the menu, but she could have a little fun with him.

Christiana stalked toward him. “You really shouldn’t deny your own needs, Blane.”

Embarrassment, confusion, and need swirled heavier as she climbed onto the bed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She threw one leg over his and slid up the length of him. “Yes, you do.”

Blane didn’t move.

Trailing her hands over his chest, she sat down hard on his hips, letting her weight press his zipper against her crotch. Blane’s eyes darkened and his lips parted as he looked up at her. It stirred something dark inside her, something that made her feel powerful and him irresistible.

She knew that part well. It was the one she’d denied in favor of being the delicate flower her position demanded. And it was the reason she’d always been so unsatisfied.

“You like it when I’m rough.” She shoved him down onto his back, then again when he tried to get up.

When he stopped moving, she leaned down to let her bare chest press against his. She whispered in his ear, so close to the place she’d marked on his neck. “Are you going to be a good

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boy for me, Blane?”

He emitted a low growl and arched toward her. His chest rose and fell in a fast rhythm.

When her hands glided up his arms, they were trembling. It was more of a response than she’d expected, but she wasn’t going to complain. There was power in the ability to make a man weak with need. “You like it when I’m on top. When I’m in charge. Don’t you, Blane?”

He stiffened. “No.”

“Liar.” She sat up and started to pull away.

Blane caught her hips and pulled her back to him. His eyes were pleading beneath those black-and-green bangs. “Don’t.”

Christiana arched a brow and then shoved his hands away. “I’m not interested in doing anything with you that you’re going to deny later. I don’t need that. Either you want me or you don’t.”

He closed his eyes and whispered, “You don’t understand.”

“I’m not doing this with someone who refuses to acknowledge his own need.” Actually, she wasn’t going to do it at all, but he didn’t have to know that. There was no way Blane would give up his carefully guarded secrets to let her get that far.

“That’s not what I’m doing,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Bullshit.”

“Just stay here.”

Christiana pulled back. “No.”

Blane caught her hips and rolled both of them so she was on the bottom, his hips pressed against hers. His strong hands held hers out to the sides of her head.

Being under a man felt better than she’d remembered. It had been too long since she had

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a strong male on top of her. Even longer since one of the
vampiro
had been in her bed. But this wasn’t going to happen. “Get off me.”

“Now who’s denying her needs?” He buried his head at the crook of her neck, then scratched his teeth across her skin.

She shuddered. Her body clenched inside, and she could feel the moisture between her legs.

“I can smell how much I turn you on.” His voice was low and ragged.

Blane’s emotions became so clear that she couldn’t tell where his ended and hers began.

The room was filled with a suffocating need. Her need for his touch, his need for hers. The feeling was beyond denial, and no amount of trying would convince him. Even the voice in her head that kept her from doing stupid things was silenced. The only thing left was the sound of his breath and the feel of his weight pressing down on her.

Lips were suddenly against hers. It only took a moment for her brain to kick back in, realizing a barbed tongue was stroking hers. The metal was cool against her tongue and gave her the idea of that tongue ring going to lower places. Christiana surrendered, desperate for the touch of his skin, and let her body relax beneath his.

Blane’s mind was on fire, and his body was aching to get inside the writhing body beneath him. Christiana felt better than he’d imagined. Her body was almost as warm as her mouth. She smelled like jasmine, and her hair was like cool silk in his hands.

He managed to get his pants open, even with her hands pulling at him and her mouth eating at his. His fingers caught the crotch of her panties and tugged them apart.

She groaned at the sound of the tearing material, but didn’t complain.

When he guided his cock to her opening, she moaned sweetly against his mouth. Then

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Christiana’s hands gripped his ass and pulled him forward, forcing him inside her. She was tight.

Sheathed in warm, wet skin, he could think of nothing he wanted more.

Her mouth caught his again, and her stockinged legs wrapped around his hips.

Blane drove himself inside her, deeper and deeper, until he was sure she was in pain.

But she only pulled him tighter to her. Every instinct inside him cried to release her before he damaged her body, but his will wasn’t strong enough to resist her pleading hands.