Years after her parents' death, Evangeline Parker thought she was finally beginning to put her life back together. When a handsome stranger attempts to pick her up at the bar, she thought she had chased him away for good. Instead he waited to take h...
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I thought your life was supposed to pass before your eyes when you die. All I saw was darkness. Maybe I was in hell. I opened my eyes to see Lucian leaning over me. He was examining my face, probably checking to see if anything was broken or if it was just bruises. It wouldn't have surprised me if he had broken my jaw.
"Oh god, I am in hell," I accidentally said out loud.
"Shut up, you aren't dead," Lucian growled, "Although I could have killed you."
"So why didn't you?"
"It's what you wanted."
"Asshole," I spat without realizing it.
"That's 'Master Asshole' to you."
"Monster Asshole," That was his new name. He was a monster, and an asshole, it fit perfectly.
To my surprise, he laughed, "You never learn do you?"
"I'm as stubborn as a mule." My mom used to say that.
"Mules can be broken too," he purred and went to kiss my lips, but I turned my head and he got my cheek.
He grabbed my face and turned it towards him. I kept my lips tight. He squeezed my jaw, hard enough to add to the bruises. When I yelped, he took to opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth. It tasted like candy. How could somebody who drank blood taste like candy? Shouldn't it have tasted like blood? I wonder if he could taste it.
Suddenly he stopped. I looked up at him, surprised at his actions. "Can you walk," he asked, concerned.
Now I understand. He was bipolar. One minute he was trying to kill me, the next he was trying to seduce me, and now he was worried. He was so bipolar, maybe even schizophrenic.
"Well," he interrupted my thoughts.
"How should I know? I haven't tried."
He lifted me to my feet. The pain shot up my back, bounced off my skull, and went to my toes. I didn't even know that was physically possible. I screamed and fell to the floor. At least I was wearing a t-shirt, probably one of his, so I didn't get rug burn. When he lifted me to the bed, I yelped in pain again.
Turning me over onto my stomach, he examined my back. He searched out the knot just above my buttock where it hit the doorknob. The stupid male vampire had to touch it. I screamed in agony as his fingers violated my flesh. A knock on the door interrupted my torture process.
"Enter," Lucian commanded.
"Is everything alright," a man asked poking his head in. His voice was as smooth as Lucian's but an octave lower, giving it a slight husky sound like he just drank a glass of whiskey.
Did everything look alright? I wanted to scream, but I thought it would be best for me if I didn't. "Yes Marcus, just assessing the damage. Will you get me an icepack," Lucian replied.
