She let him put her t-shirt on for her and then waited while he retrieved the pile of her clothes. Rather than putting the rest on her, he slung them over his shoulder and then motioned for her to stand.
She did.
Antoine bent and scooped her up into his arms. She instinctively looped her arms around his neck.
“Where are we going?” Sera said as he carried her towards the stage exit.
“Somewhere more private.” He raked his pale blue gaze over her, lingering longest on her bare legs. “I want to be alone with you.”
Sera’s eyes widened. Meaning they hadn’t been alone the whole time they had been together?
She looked beyond his broad shoulder and around the stage. There was no way someone could have watched them in here. The red velvet curtain was still down and the stage doors were closed. She would have heard if someone had opened them. Had someone seen them together when they had been in the main area of the theatre? Any number of people could have witnessed everything from the boxes that lined the sides of the theatre and she never would have known.
Sera blushed.
She really had put on a show, and not for Antoine.
They had both been the players in a private performance.
Heat flared in her veins.
She buried her head against Antoine’s chest and let him carry her through a black walled room and up a set of stairs to the top floor of the theatre.
To a beautifully decorated black and gold corridor.
To his bedroom.
He set her down outside the mahogany panelled door, opened it for her to enter, and then closed it behind himself.
She stopped in the middle of his room and turned towards him, heart steady but her body fluttering at the thought of what might happen now.
Whatever happened, she was glad that it would be private this time.
She wasn’t done with her seduction yet.
CHAPTER 7
Antoine remained with his back against his apartment door, his eyes on Sera as she padded around and snooped at his things. What was he doing? Things had almost gone too far back on the stage. He had come close to losing control. The taste of her blood had triggered thoughts of biting her and only his climax had subdued them. If he bit her, if he wrapped his lips around her open vein, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
This was dangerous.
Yet he hadn’t been able to let her leave after she had done her best to seduce him in the theatre seats. He knew he should have. It had been the most sensible course of action open to him. When she had given him a piece of her mind, hurt flashing through the anger in her eyes, and stormed away, he had meant to let her go.
Only he had ended up blocking her way and forcing her to stay.
She hadn’t lied when she had confessed that he scared her. It was an easy emotion to sense in anyone, especially a vampire as young as she was. She had broadcasted it clearly. Half of the theatre would have noticed it. Thankfully, their voyeur had left before that point. They hadn’t lingered long in the shadows of one of the boxes during Sera’s attempted seduction. They had watched for barely a few seconds before leaving. They were strong too and he had a suspicion he knew who they were. Although they had masked their signature well, he was too familiar with them for them to fool him.
He could understand why they had come and checked on him. They had sensed his pain and wanted to protect him.
What would Sera say if she knew his own brother had witnessed her in all her naked glory?
She paused next to his bed and wrapped her hands around the carved black post nearest to him. Her smooth creamy legs were a luscious contrast against his deep red silk covers on his king-sized four-poster bed. Would her beautiful blonde wavy hair look just as delicious splayed across his pillow as she slept in his arms?
He wanted to find out the answer to that question. A foolish pursuit.
When he had confessed that he didn’t want her to hurt him, she had looked as though she understood, had silently reassured him that she had no such intention. He hoped that had been the truth too, because now that he had tasted her, he wanted more, and he didn’t want to let her go.
She felt too good, too right, in his arms. Her body fit perfectly against his, the taste of her kisses drove him crazy, and the satin of her caress made him wild. She was dangerous.
Addictive.
And wicked too.
There was innocence in her sometimes that contradicted the vixen she became when under the influence of her passion.
He liked the dual sides of her. The innocent and the vixen.
She was the innocent right now, leaning against his bedpost, watching him with wide wary green eyes and a blush on her cheeks. When she looked like that, he wanted to kiss her softly and make love with her, to be as gentle as a lamb so he didn’t hurt such a precious bloom.
When she became the vixen, torturing him with claw and fang, he wanted to devour every inch of her and take her to her very limit of her wickedness and then send her careening over the edge into a dark bliss with him.