25__She wants me, She wants me not

Viktor crooked his finger at Kamilla. “Follow me, we need to talk.”

Kamilla frowned at him. Hold on. She was supposed to be ignoring his very existence, wasn’t she? After his rudeness that morning, she would under no circumstances listen to anything he wanted to say. If she had any important messages, she tell them to Damon!
With an upturned nose, she turned away.

Viktor frowned. “What’s this? Did you not hear my order?”

“Kamilla??” Demetrius’ voice rang out from somewhere in the castle.

Kamilla undid her pout for a smile. “Oh! Demetrius is back!”
She darted for the door of Viktor’s study but didn’t get very far with his hand clamped like a vice about her arm.
The heat flared up within her from the contact, but Kamilla bit down on it. She wouldn’t give in. She would not give in!
Snapping back like an elastic band, she glared at him.
Viktor was undeterred. “Where do you think you’re going?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m currently ignoring your existence. Now if you don’t mind, I have candies to crush.”
Kamilla spun on her heel and began tugging in the opposite direction. Viktor tightened his grip on her arm as he watched her vain efforts.
“Ignoring my existence?” he questioned quietly and dangerously. Kamilla heard him scoff out a laugh. “Let’s see you do that.”

With her heart tightening from a mixture of dread and excited suspense, Kamilla watched Viktor stalk toward the door. He tugged her behind him and she clenched her teeth, bringing her other hand forward to pinch the clamp around her wrist as he dragged her.

“I said, I was… ignoring you!” she complained as she pinched and scratched at his hand. “Let go, you bat-winged tarantula!”
Viktor didn’t stop nor slow down. “That is the hand of the King of Onyx that you’re currently attempting to injure. One scratch and I’ll hang you from Witcher’s cliff.”

Kamilla scoffed and made a show of giving him a particularly painful pinch. “Hah! I’m not scared of that measly little threat! Let me go so I can ignore you!”

Viktor pushed open the doors to his chambers and tugged her inside before shutting them.
Kamilla yanked her hand away and tugged proudly at her shirt as she panted.
She set her hands on her hips and regarded him. “I’m sorry, but I cannot be behind closed doors with strange Vampires! It’ll give me a bad reputation!” Flipping back her hair, she sashayed her way past him.
Viktor merely reached back and grabbed her ponytail.
“Ow!” Kamilla whined. “What’s your problem?!”

Viktor gently tugged, smirking when she obediently moved backward to avoid her hair being painfully pulled on. He pulled until her back was against his chest.
“What kind of violence is this?!” demanded Kamilla.

“Look here, woman,” he started, his tone carry as much threat as it did seduction. “I’m going to need to you to cut the bullshit and answer my questions. Alright?”

Kamilla flinched when his voice at her ear sent shivers down her neck. She bit her lip. Questions? What questions did he want to ask?
Viktor’s arm wrapped around her middle and Kamilla felt him press against her back.
“I said ‘alright?’” Viktor said with a sharp tug on her hair.
Kamilla hissed as a bolt of something deliciously warm shot through her body. “O-okay…”
Viktor smiled. “Good.”
He took his hand off her hair and tightened his hold around her, hoisting her up against his body.
“Ah!” Kamilla yelled in surprise as Viktor effortlessly carried her across the room. “In case you haven’t noticed, I have feet to wa—”
Viktor threw her into the air and Kamilla landed gracelessly on his bed.
She sat up in shock. “What was that for?”
Silently, Viktor set one foot on an ottoman by the bed and leaned forward on his knee like a leader of the Mafia.
Kamilla shrunk back the closer he leaned.
“W-what?” she asked eyeing him with a pout. This was getting out of hand! What kind of ignoring was this? She wasn’t supposed to even look at him, but here she was repeatedly swallowing to moisten her dry throat.
His proximity was tearing at her defenses.
“You,” said Viktor.
Kamilla blinked. “What about me?”
“Tell me right now what you know about it.”
“About what?!”
“The other me!”

Kamilla’s jaw fell open so wide it nearly unhinged. The other him?! Charming?? How had Viktor found out that there was another him? Was it that damn Laboratory that told him? Also, why was he always demanding that she tell him what she knew about things?! Did he think she knew everything in the world?!

Quickly catching herself, she closed her mouth and sat up, brushing invisible dust off her sleeve. “W-what? There’s no such thing.” Viktor couldn’t find out about Charming like this!
Damon said it could cause irreparable damage. Kamilla bit her lip.

Viktor swiped his leg off the ottoman and quickly lowered himself on the bed before her before she could think of a million lies to say. “Then why did I have a sorceress look into me and talk about another me? You know something about it. Speak.”

Kamilla blinked. Okay, now she was screwed. She had to do something quick, before he cornered her into spilling the beans! “Uhm… What? You can’t trust a sorceress, remember?” Kamilla clapped her hands with a shaky laugh. “Plus they’re not always right. Sometimes the network’s not so great and they get wrong signals, so yeah. She was probably reading you wrong.”

He narrowed his eyes. “That’s the most made-up excuse, I’ve ever—”

Viktor shut up and blinked, stunned at how abruptly his speech had been cut off. By Kamilla’s mouth on his.
He stared at her as she pressed her mouth against his, her warm hand cupping his face. Viktor was powerless to fight the desire that flamed up within him as she kissed him, her mouth moving so sensually on his. What on earth had gotten into her? A second ago, he was certain she might kill him and now…

Kamilla slowly inched away from his face, her eyes remaining closed. She bit her lip in embarrassment as images of how shocked Viktor probably was danced behind her closed lids. Damn, she’d had no other choice! She had to distract him!

He would have gone on about the other him and Kamilla would have run out of excuses and she knew she couldn’t tell him about Charming yet. Not yet!

“And?” she heard Viktor say. “What was that?”
Kamilla tilted her head back to peek at him from one slightly opened eye. “Uh… I have … candy crush… I gotta go!”
Kamilla darted off the bed and made for the door, but a few feet away from freedom, he was blocking her path.
She stared up at him in shock as he moved in on her, forcing her to take steps back. Was she imagining it or had his shoulders gotten bigger? He loomed over her, his hands fisted and his gaze growing sharper and more intense as he focused it on her face.

Kamilla gulped, gasping when the bed hit the back of her knees. She went falling back, but his hands curled around her, jerking her up against him.
She couldn’t focus. His energy wrapped around her senses with an intensity she couldn’t fight.
He pushed her back onto the bed and slowly crawled on top of her, his eyes filled with a hunger that stirred her own.

Kamilla's eyes widened and she quickly brought her hands to his chest to hold him off before she became unable to stop herself.

Viktor grabbed her wrists and trapped them above her head. “You think it’s funny, Kamilla?” he demanded. His voice had deepened and darkened, making Kamilla gulp. “Huh? You think it’s funny to tease me like that?”
Kamilla stared into his glowing green eyes, unable to look away. “I…”
He lowered his head to her neck and Kamilla’s words got stuck in her throat when she felt his teeth there, nipping sharply at her flesh. He felt her tremble beneath his body and he loved it. He wanted to feel her writhe beneath his body, insane with desire for him.

His warm breath tickled her ear as Viktor let his hands trail down her arms, leaving gooseflesh in their wake.
“Wanna know what happens when you tease a Vampire King, little one?” Kamilla felt her eyes fall closed as she fell under his spell. Viktor smiled. “Let me teach you.”