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she even arranged for Callum to be away tonight, or was that fate intervening to bring them together sooner than she had anticipated? He cursed under his breath. He would send Sera home to Elizabeth with a harsh warning ringing in her ears and a note for her sire telling her to stay the hell away from the theatre.
    His jaw ticked as he clamped his molars together.
    “No.” Antoine backed off a step, angry now that he’d had time to realise the lengths she had gone to in order to ensnare him. He should never have sent Victor away. It was clearly the chance that she had been hoping for. With Victor performing with her, Antoine would have been able to maintain his distance and view her with a critical eye as a performer. He had made a terrible mistake. Letting her perform alone, for his eyes only, had brought it onto a more intimate level. She had reeled him in and he had fallen for her ploy. It wasn’t going to happen again. He would end this farce and send her home right now. “I do not touch elite.”
    Her face fell, hurt emanating from her in tangible waves that awakened an emotion in him that was all too familiar. Guilt.
    “Where was that rule a few minutes ago when you were touching an elite vampire rather intimately?” she countered and he commended her on having the courage to stand up to him.
    “A momentary lapse in good sense.” His words drew a dark glare from her.
    Her lips compressed into a thin line and her jaw tensed. Hurt became anger, flowing over him, whispering of her desire to strike him. His guard went up automatically, fingers curling into fists in readiness to stop her should she attempt an attack. He doubted that she would.
    He had only stated a fact. He had lost control for a brief moment and suddenly he had been on stage, staring down at her backside and his fingers as they plunged deep into her heat. Beautifully deep. His focus switched to his right hand, to the fingers that had plundered her. She had felt so good around him, warm and wet, body milking him. His cock twitched and hardened again.
    It was not going to happen. The quicker his body got that message the better. His eyes shifted downwards and the reminder that she was stark naked and stood only a few feet from him was an unwelcome one. He was back to square one. So hard in his trousers that it hurt and he knew she would notice the way his cock tented the black material. Denying his desire for her seemed pointless when she could see the evidence of it for herself.
    He could perform with her. It would be so easy, and so damn sweet. Who was he fooling? If she bent over right now, he would have a difficult time convincing himself not to pull out his erection and thrust it deep into her welcoming body. He wanted to be inside her, sheathed to the hilt as his fingers had been. Pumping. Pounding. Finding release with her and hearing her scream his name as he brought her to climax again.
    He couldn’t do this. He didn’t want it. It had hurt too much last time and he had learned his lesson. Love was a fickle bitch and, to avoid the suffering he had endured, he had vowed to avoid all interaction with women. That vow of celibacy had lasted close to three centuries. His rigid control over his desires and needs had held firm. It had stood up to countless advances from aristocrat females. Why had it failed him now?
    Sera blinked slowly, the fire in her green eyes still burning brightly, telling him that she wasn’t going to give up. She was going to get her way whether he liked it or not. He had to admire her spirit. Most women gave up on him quickly, as soon as he spoke and said something that they didn’t like to hear. Sera had taken several verbal blows and was still standing, still holding her ground and refusing to surrender. She was beautiful. Like a goddess of war as she stood there unashamed of her nude state, her golden wavy hair curled around her tipped-back shoulders and her gaze defiant in the way it held his, silently challenging