Seduce(10)

Antoine forgot what he was supposed to be doing. He forgot the rules he had laid down, forgot everything that his family had hammered into his head about not interacting with elite beyond what was necessary, raising him to be a true aristocrat. He forgot it all.

What he didn’t forget was how it had ended the last time he had let himself slip and fall, and how much he had despaired on discovering that she was gone, and how he had spent close to three centuries nursing the pain in his heart.

Antoine slammed the lid on his desire, stamping out the flickering spark of it in his chest.

Sera frowned as though she had seen the change in him, and then continued, and it seemed to Antoine that she had doubled her effort.

He felt dangerously close to slipping again.

She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, her gaze locked with his. He tried not to stare at her, fought it with every ounce of his will. When he managed to drag his eyes away, they betrayed him and fell to her hands, following them as she ran them over the flat plane of her stomach to her hips. He stopped breathing when she slipped her fingers into her blue knickers and shifted her hips backwards, moaning as she touched herself.

Devil. He bit back the growl that rolled up his throat and battled the hot rush of desire that came with it. He wouldn’t give in to her. He wouldn’t slip. He was in control.

She moaned again, the sound filling the theatre and curling around him, taunting him. Her face was a picture of bliss, her eyes closed and rosy lips parted with satisfaction. He gripped the arms of the seat until his knuckles bleached and ached, refusing to fall for her act. It wasn’t going to happen. Not now. Not ever.

She was elite, a turned human no less. She was beneath him.

Devil, he wanted her beneath him.

Not going to happen. His cock throbbed, telling him that it could easily happen. All he had to do was surrender the rigid control he insisted on having in his life, the ridiculous need for order and distance, and give in to his hunger.

He couldn’t give in to his hunger.

The Devil only knew where that would lead him.

He knew exactly where, and the thought sobered him up so quickly it was as though someone had dumped a bucket of ice on his crotch.

Sera frowned again and Antoine knew she had seen the change this time. No doubt about it. She turned up the heat, trailing a finger up over her breasts, luring his gaze up with it, and then sucking it into her mouth. He swallowed the dry lump in his throat and stared at her mouth, watching as she worked her tongue over the pale digit, twirling it around the tip. He throbbed in his black trousers again, aching at the beautifully erotic sight of her as she sucked one finger and touched herself with another.

His heart began to pound.

Nothing good would come of this.

He had to put an end to it now before it was too late.

He had to save himself.

“Shall I bring Victor back in?” His voice cut through the silence, loud in his ears. She stumbled, a blush heating her cheeks, and looked uncertain. “You are no use if you will not perform with a man... or a woman. I could have a woman brought in if that is your preference?”

The thought of her touching another man had his blood burning with rage. Touching a woman, however. That had a certain appeal.

Sera shook her head, grabbed her clothes, and headed for the steps down from the stage.

She was giving up?

That should have satisfied him.

So why did he want to block her exit and make her stay?





CHAPTER 4




“You aren’t finished,” Antoine said and Sera paused at the edge of the black stage, her clothes bundled in her arms. Was his voice trembling? Maybe it was just her hearing. She was shaking all over, partly due to desire and partly due to nerves. He spoke again and his voice was tight, harsh. Hungry. “I want to see you finish... alone if you have to.”

Sera risked a glance his way. He stood a few feet below her. Had he intended to stop her physically if she had tried to leave? She couldn’t believe that, or the spark of desire in his eyes. His enlarged pupils almost swallowed the whole of his pale blue irises. Sera ran her eyes over him and found confirmation that she wasn’t imagining that hunger in his gaze or his voice. The outline of his hard cock was unmistakable in his dark formal trousers. She had come here to seduce him and she was so close that she could almost taste victory. He had said that he wanted to see her finish and he didn’t care if she did it alone.

So alone she would finish.

She placed her clothes back down on the stage, aware of her partial nudity and his eyes on her. Did he like what he saw? The thought that he did boosted her courage and gave her confidence, but did nothing to rekindle the sputtering flame of her desire.

Antoine sat again, his ice-blue eyes on her and his large hands resting over the ends of the arms of his chair. He had clutched them when she had been performing for him, had held them so tightly that his knuckles had burned white. She had felt as though he was holding himself back, stopping himself from doing something. What? That one question had burned in her mind, driven her to keep teasing him, to keep pushing him to see why he felt the need to restrain himself.