Tank's Redemption: Red Devils M.C. (Red Devils MC Book 4) (23 page)

“Get him the hell out of my sight. Make sure the guards know to keep him off the property.” Staring at him in disbelief, shocked by his utter gall. She watched as Joe was dragged away.

“What the hell was that, Lucian?” She demanded.

He’d turned without looking at her, demanding she follow him to his study to finish their conversation. She’d watched him walk away, pissed. Following him while muttering under her breath, she entered this very study and closed the door behind her. She’d turned glaring at him.

“You’re not my keeper, and you had no right to interfere.” She remembered stamping her foot, unable to contain her own rage.

He’d moved across the room in a second. Taking her arm and growling, “I have every right.”

He’d pulled her into his arms, slanting his mouth over hers. Moaning, she’d allowed him to kiss her deeply unable to resist. Their mouths melded and her brain had melted. Her tongue met his and they fought a silent battle for supremacy. Devouring her mouth, growling in pleasure as her arms went up to wrap around his neck. His arms already holding her to him in an unbreakable grip. Dominick had knocked loudly on the study door. Lucian pulled slowly away from her, and then seemed to realize what he had been doing.

“That should not have happened.”  He’d stared at her lips the whole time he spoke. “I want you to forget that this happened. It was a mistake. I was angry. Vampires are possessive, it’s our nature.” 

She’d stared at him, he was rejecting what been the most perfect moment in her life as a mistake. Unable to bear it, she rushed back to her room in tears.  Angry that he
wouldn’t acknowledge his own feelings, and yet he wasn’t going to allow anyone else to make her happy. That night she’d left. She’d only returned three times since that night.

Tonight, she was ready. Ready to get what she wanted from him. She was finally going after what she wanted. Still, she worried. She was unsure what his reaction to her being here tonight would be. Would he reje
ct her? Wanting a distraction from her thoughts, she looked around nervously. Watching the other women who were also here to possibly become the King’s blood slave. Two were twins and they were the most stunning women she‘d ever seen. They were both blonde. One had short hair that hung to her shoulders, and the other had long hair hanging almost to her mid-back. Both had very sleek figures, with large breast. Their eyes were blue and set perfectly in their oval faces.

Another woman was tall with brown eyes and red hair. She seem to have a more rounded figure. Her face was angular, and her nose was a bit off center unfortunately it only added to her appeal. There were two others in the room one was tall about six two, with blonde hair and thin lips. She smile at Liza when their eyes met. The other one had chestnut brown hair, which was straightened, green eyes, and a super model figure.

Liza knew that she was lacking when compared to any of the women in this room. She was five two with mousey brown hair and hazel eyes. Her face was pretty, but not stunning. She was full of muscular curves, her own breasts were modest B cups. She knew that she wasn’t going to win any beauty contests. She watched as one twin, the one with the longer hair and possible breast implants, primped in a mirror she‘d pulled from a purse she carried.

“I heard from Mary that the kings hung like a horse.” She was telling the redhead as she made kissing faces in the mirror. “I also heard he can go for hours without stopping. I’m sure he’ll pick me or my sister because he likes blonde’s with big breast according to the guy who asked me to come tonight. Mine are the largest in the room, you’ll notice. Do you see the one over there with the brown hair and the scars on her arm and neck? She‘ll not be chosen surely. I don‘t understand why they brought that one here. Why bother? The King will take one look at her and run the other direction. She seems a little mousey if you ask me.” The woman whispered the last part of her statement.

Liza still heard the hurtful things she said because the whisper was almost as loud as the first part of her statement had been. She was right of course, Liza knew that she bore scars. The worst were the ones on her neck, they were from a vampire attack when she was a child. They didn’t look like anything more than deep jagged scratches that hadn’t healed well, but they were really a present from a rouge vampire who’d tried to kill her. She fidgeted in her chair staring out the window. Scared that the woman was right. She feared Lucian would take one look at her and start laughing, right before he had her thrown out.