House of Bane and Blood (Order and Chaos, #1)

by Alexis L. Menard

“We can do whatever you want. Talk. Kiss. Sleep. Not sleep. I just don’t want you to go home yet. And if you give me too much free time tonight, I might find your fiancé and kill him.”

He was strikingly handsome, obnoxiously wealthy, and apparently had a thing for throats.

I sat down across from him, my grin more sincere. “You’ll find your life will be much easier if you keep replying to me in such a way. Yes, Milla. Whatever you want, Milla. Do you like milk or cream in your coffee, Milla?”

I particularly like the way you say my name when you’re frustrated, as it gives me a hint of how you’d say it in my bed.” “Nicolai!” “That’s right. Keep practicing.”

“I see you, Milla. I see all of you. The good, the better, and the best because there is no bad in you. You are enough.

“Wear your black tweed with the silver pocket square. It matches your stupid eyes.” “I love it when you talk dirty to me,” Nico murmured beneath his breath.

“I’m not the princess here anymore, Attano. I’m the fucking dragon.

“Do not touch her,” I repeated slower this time, so he’d comprehend my threat. “And if I find out you skimmed a bead on her skirt, I don’t care what face you wear, I’ll never stop hunting you until I take the air from your chest for good.”

He was oblivious to the way his praise made me feel, like I was something holy to be revered. The way his mouth adored my body like his own personal idol, devoted to worshiping every inch of my skin.