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Max considered a moment.  I think we have a better chance with him than with some of the others. Just
let me do the talking, okay?
My jaw dropped.  You know I want to help Nathan! Do you think I d do something to jeopardize our
chances?
 Not intentionally. He opened the door and motioned me inside.
 What do you mean, not intentionally? I demanded. But he wouldn t say anything more. I sighed and
walked in to our meeting with General Breton.
Chapter 5 - Resistance
 What were you like before you died?
The question startled Cyrus. He d thought the Mouse asleep. If anyone could sleep through the noise the
Fangs made upstairs. It seemed almost as soon as the sun went down, the music started and the engines
roared to life, and then there was the inevitable screaming. Usually, the Mouse endeavored to be asleep
before then. Having days of experience with them, she knew the Fangs feeding schedule.
Cyrus would have been asleep himself, if he d had the testicular fortitude to take the bed from her. He
comforted himself by reasoning he liked the sounds of the screaming upstairs. He tugged his thin blanket
in a futile attempt to cover his entire body. The hideous, polyester preacher clothes bunched with every
movement, but he shuddered to imagine the rough upholstery against his naked skin, so he kept them on.
 What do you mean? he asked now.
She rolled to face him. She d stopped cringing from him, at least. Maybe the dark helped.  They
brought you back from the dead. What were you like before you died? Were you& the way you are
now?
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 Human? Cyrus sniffed derisively.  No, I wasn t human.
 No. Wrinkles of frustration creased her brow as she sighed.  Did you& hurt people?
He flinched when her hand strayed to her bandaged throat. He hated himself for regretting he d hurt her.
It was growing tiresome, this feeling of shame at doing something he would have found perfectly natural in
the past.
 Of course I did. And far worse than you got. When she didn t respond, a wicked impulse overtook
him. The first time he d killed, he d been put off by it. But he d turned it into a game then, to make it
engaging. What he d done to her before had been mindless. How foolish of him. It had always been the
chase that satisfied him.  I used to love girls like you.
She leaned up on her elbows, a hint of fear in her eyes.  What do you mean, like me?
Shrugging, he folded the chair s footrest and sat up.  I m sure you know your type. Starving for affection
the way a dog starves for table scraps. Just plain enough that they never get the attention they want, but
pretty enough to get noticed by men who are truly desperate. I ll bet you hiked that sundress up for your
fair share of please-love-me fucks.
She sat up, hugged her knees.  You re wrong.
 Of course I am. He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down at her.  You were one of the
good girls.
Uncertainty quivered in her watery eyes as she nodded.
 Good girls don t exist. He sat beside her on the bed and placed his hand on her blanket-covered
knee.  No matter how they tease, no matter how they insist they want to stay pure, they re burning to
know what it s like.
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 What&  She closed her eyes, shook her head as if to clear her thoughts.  What what s like?
Cyrus peeled back the blanket slowly, and she hurried to arrange her skirt over her knees. He reached
beneath her legs and cupped the warm, rounded muscle of her calf.  The feeling of completely
surrendering yourself to another person.
 I ve never  Her breath hitched, cutting her denial short.
 You have. He moved his hand up, skimming the bend of her knee. She shivered, but didn t draw
away.
He stilled his hand.  You don t have to deny it. I ve had enough girls like you to know what s happening
in your head. You re wondering what I did to them to make them give in. What pleasure I gave them to
wear them down so they would surrender to me without hesitation. And you re wondering if I ll do the
same to you.
He slid over her in one smooth motion. She gave no resistance, parting her thighs so he could lie
between them. It was fear more than desire that made her compliant, he could tell by the look in her
eyes. It encouraged him to continue.
 I d woo them with words they d never heard from another man, but I never told them I loved them.
That was key. They thought if they gave a little more, let me do what I wanted, eventually it would be
enough. They thought it would make them special to me, and I would love them. He slipped his hand
between their bodies. She d taken off her panties and washed them in the sink, and they hung over the
towel rack to dry. There was nothing to buffer the boldness of his touch as he stroked her, just once, and
she gasped and clutched his shoulders even as she tried to push him away.
 See? Even though you know it s a game, and you know what I am, you won t ask me to stop. Oh, you
feel guilty and dirty, but you think you can live with the guilt as long as you get what you need. His mind
reeled and he closed his eyes to regain control. Her body was wet and ready. He could take her. He
knew she would let him, but then what? He couldn t kill her. He didn t have the strength. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]