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His gaze sears into mine. Should I say something?

Since when am I at a loss for words?

Since the most handsome man in the free world— a man I came here to seduce—is staring at me. No hardship there.

Of course, to seduce him, I’m going to have to actually speak to him.

My whole body is on alert—lusty alert. My nipples harden and become visible protrusions behind the soft fabric of my T-shirt.

He lowers his eyelids, parts his lips?—

“Vic, there you are!” A burly man dressed in black cuts in front of me and grabs Victor. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

He rips his gaze away from me. “I got here as quickly as I could.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You need to congratulate the winner.”

He wrinkles his forehead. “I need to congratulate someone when I just lost four mil?”

“You net more than that in a week. Who the fuck cares?”

Victor walks away with the burly guy, not giving me a second look.

So much for him jumping through any hoops.

This is going to take more work than my father anticipated. The vampire king may be a master of seduction, but I’m not. I’ve had my share of men, but usually they pursue me. I don’t know the first thing about luring a man into my bed.

I sigh. Guess I better brush up on the art of seduction. I step into the elevator and head back to my suite.

***

Ah…

Back in the tub, and the aromatherapy fragrance is even better this time. I add some lavender to help me relax. I don’t normally sleep at night, but traveling exhausts me. I want to float away on some alpha waves…

Fuck.

Alpha.

Victor Rogan.

Can I just have one hot bath without remembering why I’m here?

I close my eyes and slide down in the tub, letting the soothing water cover me up to my neck. Yeah, that’s it. Relax. Think happy thoughts. Nice thoughts .

A moonlit path. A star-strewn sky.

A beating heart.

Fuck.

So much for relaxing. A glass of Syrah only lasts for so long.

I sit up.

I jerk as someone knocks at my door.

It’s late, and I haven’t ordered anything. Who even knows I’m here?

“Just a minute!” I yell, knowing whoever it is won’t hear me this far away. Vamps have a much more acute sense of hearing than humans.

I wrap a plush white robe around my wet body and pad out of the bathroom.

Again, a knock. This time louder.

“I said I’m coming!” Without checking the peephole, I open the door.

And gasp.

Victor Rogan.

“Good evening, princess,” he says.

“Excuse me?”

“You are the daughter of the vampire king, aren’t you?”

Not something I advertise. “Yeah. But he’s not really a king, and I’m not called a princess.”

He strides into my room.

“Come in,” I say sarcastically.

He inhales and seems to deliberately step away from me. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d play a little blackjack,” I say. “Maybe some roulette.” God, he’s so good looking. I’m very aware of my nakedness under this robe.

“Don’t get cute with me,” he says in a growl.

“I’ve never been cute in my life.” No truer words.

“I’m serious. Why are you here? What’s he after?”

“He?”

He grins. “You’re getting cute again. You know exactly who I’m referring to.”

“Wayne Newton?”

Is sarcasm a good way to seduce a rogue alpha were? I’m not sure, but it seems to be what I’m going for.

He stalks toward me and then stops abruptly, closing his eyes. “This can’t be.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

He stays silent for a few beats of his own heart.

Yes, I can hear his heart beating, his blood thrumming through his veins. Wolf blood. I breathe through my mouth so as not to inhale its lusty animal fragrance.

Fuck.

He opens his eyes. “Don’t play games with me, princess.”

“I told you, I’m not?—”

He closes the distance between us with two quick steps and grabs the front of my robe. “What the hell is wrong with me?”

“Good question. Let go of me.”

He tightens his fist for a few seconds but then lets me go, leaving a good portion of my cleavage exposed. I want to close the robe, but I don’t. I’m supposed to seduce him, after all.

“Tell me why you’re here.”

“I told you.”

“Blackjack and roulette. Yeah. Now tell me the truth.”

His voice is so low, like a raspy growl. My gums itch. God, they itch. My fangs are going to drop if I don’t get control of myself. My nipples are so hard they could cut glass.

I need some blood, and right now I want his. I ache for his. Lusty wolf blood. What must it taste like? Better than the bagged shit I cop from the hospital, no doubt.

And not just his blood calls to me.

His body. His lips. I want them on mine. I want what must be a gorgeous big cock inside me, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…

Only a foot separates us. His breath is warm, and his heart thumps wildly in cadence with mine. How easy it would be to melt into his hard body, wrap my arms around him, and?—

With one quick step, he closes the distance between us, grabs me, and crushes his mouth to mine.

He probes the seam of my lips with his warm tongue, and I part them to let him in.

He tastes of whiskey and man, of outdoors and animal. Of pure and complete lust.

I give in to the kiss, let my tongue wrap around his, and coil into him. My bare breasts press against his hard chest, and my nipples tighten even further.

I’ve kissed many men in my life, but no kiss in the world equals this one.

Soft moans evolve in my throat and hum into his mouth. He responds with his primal growl, which I feel as well as hear—as if a bulldozer is rumbling into my body.

He’ll jump through all kinds of hoops to get to you.

No hoops here, but he seems interested. Very interested. And so am I.

He deepens the kiss then, our mouths fused together in lust and passion. I surrender to the embrace, to him.

I’ll do anything for him.

Anything.

And that thought at once seems so right.

And so wrong.

This isn’t me.

This isn’t Hannah Bates.

Oh, but it is.

This man. This kiss?—

He jerks away, breaking the kiss and panting, his eyes wide and feral.

I touch my lips, let my fingers roam over where he was. Swollen, puffy, sensitive. And still wanting more.

“I don’t understand,” he says.

Is he speaking to me?

“What?” I ask.

He grabs a fistful of my hair. “God, I want to fuck you.”

I close my palm around his warm fist. “What’s stopping you?”

His mouth comes down on mine once more.

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