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  My first instinct was to get off him and run—but run where? The huge, heavy vault door was closed—there was no way out of the small room. And then Corbin took away even that small option by clamping his big hands roughly around my upper arms.

  “Corbin!” I gasped but he was already in motion. He pulled out of me in one swift motion and flipped me over, changing our positions so that he was on top.

  I lay there, helpless under him, covered by his big body. Heavy legs pinned my bottom half to the bed and his still hard cock branded my belly with his heat. His muscular arms formed a cage around my upper half and his eyes stared down into mine, wild and feral and hungry. I had never seen his fangs so long and sharp before and they were red with blood—my blood. Oh God.

  I’m going to die here tonight, I thought numbly, and knew it was true. This small room would become my tomb. Tomorrow Detective O’Meara would be cleaning up my remains and wondering—like I had so many times before—how anyone could be so stupid.

  And then, Corbin stopped staring at me and began to move. I expected him to rip into me immediately but he didn’t. Instead, he pressed his face to my hair and inhaled deeply. Why is he smelling me? I thought, and then I remembered what he had said about my scent and how hard it made him.

  Sure enough, I could feel his cock still throbbing against my belly. If anything, it seemed larger than it had been before. Was that even possible?

  It seemed that it was. Soon, Corbin started rubbing against me, thrusting against my belly as though seeking my entrance.

  “Corbin?” I whispered, turning my head to try and look at him.

  My gesture was met with a warning growl and I froze at once. I knew from grim experience what had happened. Feeding him my blood while we made love had flipped a switch inside him. The lethal combination of sex and blood had temporarily clouded his conscious mind and allowed the ruthless predator that lived inside every vamp free rein.

  As Corbin continued to nuzzle me, I remembered what he had told me during our last sexual encounter. “Hold still!” he had ordered and it was the only time I had ever heard him sound close to panic. Probably because he knew the killing urges were coming to the surface and he didn’t want me to trigger them—as I had just now.

  But the memory gave me an idea.

  There was no way I could fight Corbin and nowhere to run, even if I had been fast enough to get away from him, which I absolutely wasn’t. But what if I offered the predator everything he wanted without any resistance at all?

  What if I just…submitted?

  Just then, Corbin began moving lower—I felt his hot breath against my throat and his long, sharp fangs scraping the side of my neck.

  I tensed, my heart suddenly beating like it was trying to pound its way right out of my chest. My overwhelming instinct was to roll away from him or at least to hunch my shoulder up close to my ear and try to protect my vulnerable throat. I started to do just that but Corbin’s warning growl above me made me stop.

  Submit, I told myself. Just submit.

  It was the hardest thing I had ever done and it went against every bit of common sense I possessed, but I did it. Instead of trying to keep him away from my neck, I turned my head to the side, baring it for him, offering my throat in a gesture of submission as old as time itself.

  Corbin struck.

  I cried out as his fangs pierced my flesh and he latched onto my neck. Dear God, this was it—I was going to die!

  Except…I didn’t. Though he sucked savagely, Corbin didn’t maul me or rip out my throat. And then, though I would have sworn it was impossible, I started to feel the familiar delicious tingle of pleasure I always got when he drank from me.

  Oh God—not now! Was I crazy, getting turned on when I was right on the edge of death? Here I was, pinned to the bed beneath a bestial vampire completely out of his mind with blood- and fuck-lust and I was getting hot again.

  Go with it, whispered a little voice in my head. It seemed like crazy advice, but what else could I do? I closed my eyes, shutting out the present and remembered instead the gentle way Corbin had kissed my pussy through my panties the night he had taken blood from my thigh. The way he had fingered me as he drank from my neck. All the hot, dirty words he murmured, telling me what he wanted to do to me, telling me exactly how he would take me. He always made me come so effortlessly, always pleasured me so thoroughly—how could I help loving him? How could I help getting hot for him even when I was in danger?

  From the rubbing Corbin was doing against my belly, I wasn’t the only one getting turned on. He was trying to find my entrance in earnest now, thrusting against me in an increasingly frustrated way as he growled softly against my throat.

  Again, my first impulse was to close my thighs tightly—he could literally fuck me to death in this state. Allowing him access was crazy.

  But you have to, whispered the little voice that I was beginning to think of as my survival instinct. You have to let him in. Submit, Addison. It’s the only way to survive. Submit.

  Submit. Right.

  Taking a deep breath, I spread my thighs for him, opening wide for the thick battering ram of his cock, surrendering to my fate.

  It was the only thing I could do.

  Corbin found my entrance almost at once. I muffled a gasp as I felt the broad, mushroom shaped head of his cock press hard against me. Then, with one savage thrust, he was seated deep within me again, the tip of his shaft pressing hard against the end of my channel. He was thicker than he had been before—I was sure of it. He was stretching me wide, so much wider than he had earlier. I had never felt so completely helpless and yet I was still hot. As frightened as I was, I still wanted him.

  “Corbin,” I whispered as he pulled back until he was almost out of me. “Please…if you’re still in there, don’t hurt me.”

  My only answer was a low, animalistic growl.

  And then he was pounding into me, taking me hard and fast with thrust after punishing thrust until I moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure. His fangs were still buried in my throat and his cock pinned me to the bed. I was reminded hazily of the very first time we had been together—the night he had accidentally drawn my blood and barely held himself back from the brink of madness—the same madness that gripped him now.

  “I want to fuck you, Addison. Not gently, either,” he had said. “I want to take you thoroughly, want to claim you completely and know that you’re mine. I want you on your back, helpless under me. Your legs spread, your pussy open for my shaft.”

  Well, he had me in exactly that position now and despite my fear and the rough way he was fucking me, he still hadn’t torn me apart. In fact, if anything it almost seemed like he was holding himself back some. It wouldn’t have looked like it to an outsider—Corbin was pistoning into me as though he wanted to literally nail me to the bed, making me gasp with every thrust. But he easily could have done much, much worse. He could have killed me by now but he hadn’t.

  For the first time, I began to hope I might survive this. You can, whispered the little voice. If you just submit. Submit and give in to the pleasure.

  “Corbin,” I moaned, spreading my thighs even wider for him, giving him greater access to my pussy. “God, yes…take me. Take me.”

  I didn’t know if he could understand me or not but he certainly seemed to respond to my words. With a low growl, he reached beneath me and shoved his arms under my thighs. His broad shoulders split me wide as he pushed my legs higher, opening me wider, making me feel even more utterly helpless.

  I cried his name breathlessly as he changed the angle of his approach and began thrusting again. Somehow this new position allowed him to reach deeper inside me, to reach places I had never felt before. One spot in particular seemed to shoot sparks of lightning through me every time he hit it.

  Oh God…oh God… I could barely breathe as once again the pleasure started to build to a peak despite my predicament or maybe even because of it. I had never been so out of control in my life