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Our eyes lock as he positions himself over me, and the easing of his body into mine is like a prayer. It’s so much more than sex. It’s a sonnet, a tuneless love song and we murmur the words to each other as we begin to move.

settles in there, plucking at my lips with his own, kissing me with the full force of his virile male charm, and I’m done for.

“I’m sorry. It’s not fair, the way you live. With him.” He
comes to stand in front of me and raises one gentle hand to
brush my cheek. “You deserve more.”
“And at the same time, I deserve a lot less. You know
what I am.”
“Yes, you’re what I am.”
“And we’ve done so much wrong. I don’t deserve any more than what I get.” I am shocked by the words that leave my mouth, but I realize I really mean it.

Out here, away from Antonio and his minions, I’m just a nobody and I’m surprised by how relieved I feel at the lack of pressure. I’m just another person to these normal
people and it feels good. They don’t know who I am, what I
am, that I could drag them into an alley and consume them,
end them. I like being just another ambivalent face in the
crowd.

It’s my undoing. I haven’t been kissed in four years. I’ve
missed the feeling of a man’s tongue dancing with mine. I
revel now in the feeling of his mouth moving over mine,
plucking at my lips, bathing the inside of my mouth with his
venom. It tastes different than mine, more musky, more
male, and it’s driving me crazy.

“So the vampire girl’s a comedienne. You want me to
wipe the smile off your face?”
“No, thanks. I’m the one who rearranges faces around
here. You want me to start with yours?”

“Who the fuck are you?” he asks, a gruff, sexy tone in his
voice....
“I’m Nexess. Who the fuck are you?” I return hotly.
“Jace. What are you doing here?”
“Free country, asshole. I’ll go where I want to go. And that
includes here.”
“You’re a Nuove Leve?” he asks, frowning at me.
“So what? You’re a .45. At least I’m on the winning team.”
I smirk at him, baiting him for some unfathomable reason.

I am chained to the wall. I haven’t been able to feed in a
few days and I’m dangerous when I’m thirsty. Antonio chains me for my own good, he says, but it’s just another way he controls me. I know it, and even as part of me rebels, the rest of me knows I am powerless to stop it. The rest of me needs his control.
He saved me, therefore he owns me. It’s the Nuove Leve code. I am bound.

“Hola, ese,” I say to the kid. He eyes me warily and I grin. I realize I’m wearing next to nothing and decide to give the boy a show before I take him out, my own version of dinner and a movie.