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The guy screamed ‘man whore’.
He promised blood and retribution. It was exactly what he got.
He had a certain aura about him. A dark, dangerous presence that surrounded the guy. Power.
My eyes locked onto Arturo's. His gaze roamed over my face, then my body, like he was taking inventory. A dark, predatory look crossed his face before
he gave me a panty-melting smirk, one that made shivers dance over my skin.
She reminded me of a kitten; a vicious little thing that, when threatened, would rip you to shreds with her teeth and claws. Oh, I had no doubt she was dangerous. Lethal. The fact that she could throw a knife with such speed and precision proved that. But that’s what made her so captivating.
His tattoos ran from his wrists all the way up his arms, snaking out over his chest, down his torso and around his back, entwining together to form a beautiful piece of artwork; a complex design of patterns and swirls. I was dying to run my hands along that body, to trace his intricate tattoos with my hands. Or my tongue. Definitely my tongue.
He stayed still, watching me as my eyes roamed over every inch of his body. Fuck, I wanna climb that like a jungle gym.
"I know," he whispered back. "And I'm not like every made man. I know exactly who you are, exactly what you're capable of, and it only makes me want you more."
"I don't want a docile woman, a weak woman. I want a queen. A woman to help me conquer and rule. A woman who will stand by my side, not cower behind me.”
“Absolutely fucking nothing,” I shrugged. “But we both know if you do that, my father will make you regret it.” I tilted my head, Wanda Maximoff-style. “I’m curious, could you handle years of torture, Nero? Because that’s what my father will do to you. He won’t kill you. He’ll keep you alive, so he can make you suffer day after day after day.
He stood and loomed over me. He gripped my face, slipping his fingers into my hair and tilting my head back until I was staring right into his eyes. “I love when you get all bloodthirsty,” he murmured against my lips. I smiled. “Good, because that’s 99% of my personality.”
