Carrick saw the utter hatred in the green eyes. It was a look he was accustomed to seeing from the boys he had pursued over the centuries. No matter. They all broke eventually - every slave boy he took. That look of hatred and loathing would be replaced by fear and pain, then desperation, until finally it was replaced by complete submission and an abject surrender. Then, and only then, would he allow the slave pleasure.... and what dark pleasures he had planned for this one.
The vampire's eyes darkened and his pale lips curved upwards slightly.
He moved his foot a fraction of an inch closer. "Kiss it. And thank me properly."