BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 392: Tempting Flame {2}

Chapter 392: Tempting Flame {2}

I hated that my body reacted to his words, like hot flames dancing against my skin, a pool between my legs, and the fast beating of my heart. I could already picture it... he might have made it sound like a threat but it got my body wanting something I shouldn’t.

Something sinfully sweet.

"T-That doesn’t relate to torture"

Shit! Now I was even stuttering in my words? I can’t remember the last time that trait of mine happened. But I guess with Dace that side of me will always be bound to come out because of the way he makes me feel.

But I won’t acknowledge it. I can’t. This feeling should have died with me a long time ago.

He smirked and I hated my heart skipped a beat. "Why do I get the feeling you react to it"

"I don’t" My teeth clenched and suddenly I felt the strong urge to slap that grin off his face, but my hands remained rooted to my sides paralyzed by his stare. But I can’t stay rooted here for long or else I will do something I will regret. So I willed my body as best as I could even though the bite mark on my shoulder stung from the magic coursing through my veins. It was still hindering my powers and it was excruciating and painful as I tried to go against it.

I hate pain.

But I hate this situation even more.

His eyes narrowed when my green eyes gleamed and I smirked. The decanter on the coffee table moved and hearing the fast movement Dace turns but the glass smashed him right on the face.

Using that opportunity I pushed him off and made a dash for the door. Running to where? Well as long as I don’t have to be near him. This place looked like a maze now and I was having a hard time finding my way out, hearing a growl vibrate through the windows. I knew I was in deep shit. If Dace catches me I will be in a much bigger shit.

Why does this night have to be the worst ever? All I just had to do was escape and now it made a 360-degree turn that not even I could control.

I finally spotted a door and it looked like an elevator door. It was installed? Well, that makes it easier than using the damn stairs. I dashed towards it but before I could push the button I was yanked by the hood of my sweater.

"Seriously!" I snapped with a growl trying to push forward but I was only suffocating myself. I was yanked once again until I was face to face with a very angry Dace, his face still wet from the decanter I smashed on his face with evidence of a little spot of glass.

"You have a kink for running, is that it? Like to be chased?"

"Anything as long as I’m not breathing the same goddamn air with you!"

"Too late... you have spiked my interest more" he deadpanned. "That shit earlier was magic wasn’t it?"

Oh no!

"N-No" I gasped when he yanked me more until I was on my tip toes and our faces inches apart, his hot breath washing against my face gave a fluttering feeling to my stomach.

"What did I say about lying to me?" His jaw tightened and I gulped. "You’re not just an ordinary Vampire and I’m starting to get why Luther made you his Countess, why he kept you hidden, and why you’re important"

"You don’t know anything about me"

"I know enough," he lets me go like he was done with me. "Go on" he taunts. "...run if you can"

I did without bothering to look twice, pressing my finger on the button but it didn’t budge or make any attempt to open.

"It responds only to my fingerprint"

I twirled at him, shooting him a death glare. "Won’t you just kill me? Get the war you desire so much than keep me trapped here"

He closed the distance between us and I instantly moved back until I was backed against the wall. Trapped again and I hated how large and intimidating he is... his frame alone made me feel so small, something he could easily snap without so much struggle.

"Killing you will be a waste, a vampire that can use magic is not a normality, my guess is I don’t just have Luther’s precious treasure, I have something the vampire society has kept in their grasp for god knows how long. What better pleasure than having that in my grasp?"

I gulped when his hand grasped my neck but not tight like earlier, his skin was hot against my own cold one, like my ice was being melted by the very flame excreting from his body. He moved his hand all the way to my shoulder and grip, I flinched but I made sure I made no sound even though I was dying to.

"This bite won’t go off except I want it to, I can make it painful to the point you can’t lift a single glass or use any magic, as long as I want"

"I will not be your prisoner"

He smiled, it’s twisted and made my skin crawl. He leaned close to me in a heartbeat. "And don’t think of escaping, we’re at the top floor, what you pulled off earlier won’t work the second time" he leaned away and I made sure I gave him a look I wish could drill a hole in his head.

So much hate flowed through me to the point I was almost spilling tears from my eyes.

"I. Hate. You"

A look of indifference took all over his features, not in the slightest bothered by my remark or affected, he didn’t give a shit.

"The feeling is mutual"

I released a sharp breath and he moved away from me and walked away. I dropped to the floor as I tried to steady my breathing.