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    “You did that on purpose.”
    He gave her a wide-eyed look.
    Caylie rolled her eyes. “I’m not like all the other Caros, thinking you are such an angel, Luka. I know you.”
    No, she did not. If she did then she should have known he had fallen in love with her, and it was getting harder and harder to keep his feelings to himself.
    Caylie pulled away, dancing her way further into the vast underground lobby of her home and leaving behind her a trail of high heels, beaded bag, and furry stole. Those would stay there until a maid would return everything to her room in the morning. She was, without a doubt, utterly spoiled. They both knew it, and they both didn’t care. If it were up to him, Luka would spoil his bauble forever.
    Caylie turned to him, every exposed inch of her beckoning him to touch. She smiled at him coyly. “Admit it – all those Brethren bores envied you because you had me as a date, right?”
    He rolled his eyes. Caylie was also utterly vain – in a fucking cute way, but he did his very best to curb it from time to time, knowing if he didn’t no one else would.
    She pouted. “You don’t agree?”
    He said levelly instead, “It’s getting late. I better get home. Remember to wake up for school early tomorrow. You promised you won’t miss your class if I let you come with me tonight.”
    Caylie was the one rolling her eyes this time. “Oh, no, serious Luka is back!” Still pouting, she walked slowly towards him, and Luka knew the seductive sway of her hips was deliberate. For a moment, he savored the thought of what Caylie would be once she turned eighteen and reached the flush of womanhood for Caro females. Even at almost-sixteen, with her birthday just weeks away, Caylie was already exquisitely alluring, with her sultry curls, sparkling blue eyes, and then there was her model’s body – all silken limbs and slim curves.
    Two years from now, she would be magnificently irresistible.
    Before Luka knew it, Caylie stood just a kiss away from him, and the mischief in her eyes made his narrow.
    “ No , Caylie, don’t---”
    But it was too late for Caylie was again tiptoeing, her lips touching his, her tongue playfully nipping in, waiting for him to take possession.
    For all the incredible strength, stamina, and mental acuity that Caros had, theirs was still a flawed race. They were slaves to pleasure, and every Caro had one great weakness to hide.
    Caylie’s weakness was beauty, and she constantly cooed to him that he was the most beautiful thing she ever wanted to possess, and she’d never let Luka go because of it.
    Although being called ‘pretty’ to his face made Luka grimace, he knew he would take whatever he could get if it meant Caylie would be with him forever.
    The one chink in his armor was simple, a flaw that no one would guess from someone like him, renowned more for his intellect than anything else. Luka had a weakness for the flesh, and Caylie was the only one who knew it, indulged it, and toyed with it.
    “Caylie…” Luka tried to keep all his senses intact even though the sinuous movements of Caylie’s body was already tempting him to forget everything and just give in to the demands of his own body.
    “Come on,” Caylie whispered, biting his lip as her hands pressed hard against his chest. “I know you want---” She gasped as Luka’s arms went around her, followed by her triumphant laugh, yet its sound only served to tempt him more.
    “Keep quiet,” Luka hissed even as his lips moved down her throat. “I don’t want to wake your parents up.” He managed to keep himself from groaning when Caylie just arched her neck, stretching in his arms like a sensual kitten begging to be played with.
    “I love your kisses,” she said huskily, and Luka knew she was deliberately disobeying him because she knew she could get away with it.
    Warning bells rang in his mind.
    Caylie liked to play, especially when it meant teasing him, but only up to a limit, never failing