“Have you made a decision yet?” Acacia had been planning this for roughly one hundred and fifty-two days; it was supposed to be foolproof. But somehow, the vampire just couldn’t dictate everything. She could take down grown men with ease but it seemed the one thing she couldn’t combat was a woman’s unwavering, loathesome feelings for her. The brunette laid in the bed next to her captee, the later bound against the mattress. Each day she had refused her advancements and it got to the point where Acacia didn’t even mind it anymore. The feral, animalistic part of her wanted to watch this woman suffer; to writhe and shrink under her presence. It lit a fire inside her that she refused to have blown out; it was too gratifying for her quit now. If she wasn’t going to love the brunette, then Acacia was going to love to make her hate her. There was a deviant twinkle in Acacia’s eyes as she stared, trying to figure out what was going on in the other’s mind. Cold fingers reached out to touch her, thumb stroking up to the corner of the woman’s eyes before gripping her face firmly. “Don’t make me wait here too long. I’m on the edge of my fucking seat, baby.”