much a physical rape as a mental one.
“I would never and have never.” He had the audacity to sound offended.
“I mean it. Stay the fuck out of my head,” Cara shouted as she brandished a dagger. She would feel guilty for shedding blood in her grandparents’ home but God help her she would if this vampire did not back off with the mind games.
“I’m not in it,” Aiden annoyingly smirked.
“Your eyes as much as your blood and your body betray your thoughts. Especially, when you’re worked into a tizzy. You may want to be more careful about that in the future.”
Aiden had permitted Cara to push him a small amount of a space away from her, but he refused to allow her any additional room. He resealed the distance between them, binding Cara’s wrists within his vice-like grip. He walked them backwards until she was trapped between the balcony’s banister and him. Aiden freed the wrist whose hand held the dagger and snaked his own arm around Cara’s waist. He tugged her a fraction closer.
“For instance, when you first sensed my presence out on the balcony, your body stiffened and your instinct was to turn toward me. Even though you fought against it, you still angled your body in my direction ever so imperceptibly. Your heart beat increased its pace and your blood began to vigorously pulse in your veins.” Aiden let go of her remaining imprisoned wrist so he could trace a finger over the thudding pulse in her neck. “Kind of like it is doing now.” He leaned into her neck and lightly flicked his tongue of her beating pulse. “But let us be clear. It would only be deemed rape if you did not want it, and clearly you do.” His gaze pointedly lingered on the hardened buds that rubbed against her silk blouse.
Cara averted her eyes but crossly folded her arms over her chest, refusing to acknowledge the moisture that was embarrassingly pooling between her legs.
“And do not dare try to accuse me of compelling you again. We both know that even though I may have slipped through them the first time, your mental barriers are far too powerful for me to do it a second time. They are so powerful that it begs the question how much of your reaction to my efforts was due to the compulsion attempt and how much was due to your own dark desires? It was a rather intense reaction for a failed effort don’t you think?”
Cara wanted to refute the accusation, as arrogant and conceited as it was. However, she could not deny the truth in it. All vampires possessed the power of compulsion. They could rather easily bend most humans to their will. The only defense against it was constructing and maintaining mental barriers in the mind that blocked such efforts. It was a skill that all new recruits were required to learn during intake training and before being placed into the field. Cara not only learned but mastered it. Her mental shields were impenetrable even to the most powerful of vampires and telepaths.
“What. Do. You. Want?” she gritted out. She was tired of beating around the bush. She was not dead yet which meant the vampire wanted something from her.
“You,” the vampire replied unwaveringly.
“That is not a real answer.” Cara let the annoyance and exasperation she felt seep into her tone.
“It will have to be a good enough answer for now. The question you asked is one that I have not yet determined the answer to myself.”
Aiden released his hold on Cara’s waist. He took a few steps backwards and executed a superfluous but gallant bow. Cara was just as sure it was meant to mock her as she was sure