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To all the pretty little psychos who crave a blade to the throat
As I turn toward the cops, the chip embedded behind my ear emits a snap of electricity. Shit. This is worse than the old collar.
I regret to inform you that your grandmother died in captivity; however, your brother is still safe.
The only way I’ll ever get free is to kill my dad and his psycho sons.
Leroi would make the perfect prey. There’s no thick growth of hair obscuring his anatomy, no greasy layers of fat. He’s textbook perfection, a killer’s dream.
A chuckle rises from my gut. This situation is beyond fucked up. If I don’t laugh, I might turn a gun on everyone and keep shooting until someone puts me down like a rabid dog.
“No, it’s turkey and cheese. Sorry to disappoint, but no human men were maimed in the production of this meal.”
Leroi might be an asshole, but he has a heart. Would it look as elegant as him if I removed it from his chest?
This reaction to nearly killing him is unexpectedly arousing. I want to do it again.
Taming Seraphine won’t be as easy as giving Miko a place to stay. There’s a darkness in her that calls to mine, not to mention this unwanted attraction.
but Seraphine is a potential trip to the electric chair wrapped up in an innocent little package.
I can’t resist a woman who likes to be pushed to the edge and brought back until she’s begging and crying for me to pound into her until it hurts.
Seraphine must be tamed.
Men don’t protect women. They only stake their claim.
“You’re so wet,” he says. “Is that for me, little angel?”
“Look at how well you take the knife. See how much you coat it with your juices.”
“Fuck. You look so pretty when you’re taking this dagger. Pretty enough to draw blood.”
“Come for me, little angel.”
I would follow this man into hell for another taste of this pleasure.
No woman’s unpredictability has ever aroused me like hers.
I can’t tell if I’m taming Seraphine or if she’s taming me.
“Will there be a reward if I don’t kill anyone?”
If she’s the sun, then I’m Icarus, flying close for a kiss of her gleaming rays.
I want him to take me away from the crowd and back to our apartment. I want him to pull me into his bedroom and kiss me breathless.
I want him to growl filthy words in my ear and taste me until I come apart on his tongue. Most of all, I want him by my side as we step over the bones of my enemies and rescue Gabriel.
“Fuck it.”
I lean down and press my lips to hers, and instantly regret it. Kissing Seraphine is like finding home.
Leroi is my peace of mind, and his presence is my tranquility. He’s the most exciting man I’ve ever encountered.
I need to take off all the layers of clothing and slide beneath his skin.
The answer rises to the back of my throat. I want to be accepted. I want to be protected. I want to be loved. I picture a future of us working together as assassins, ridding the world of those who deserve to die.
I’ll protect her from the ghosts of her past, and I’ll protect her from danger, even if that danger is herself.
“If you came to me on that night five years ago and killed those men, I wouldn’t have been horrified,” I murmur. “I would have worshiped you like a god.”
“I want to save you, Seraphine. I want to tame those deadly instincts so you can lead the life you deserve.”
“If you hurt Miko, I will end you. Is that understood?”
She looks like an angel. A dark angel. A fallen angel. An avenging angel. My angel.
I haven’t even fucked her yet, haven’t claimed her, but in that moment I make a silent vow: I will never let her go.
“You’re mine,” he says, his voice dangerously low. “Who do you belong to?” “L-Leroi,” I reply with a whimper.
“Good girl. See how well you’re gripping my cock? That’s your cunt inviting me in, welcoming its new owner.”
“You’re so beautiful when you’re squeezing my cock with your pussy.”
Dozens of men have tried to make me their possession, but Leroi is the only one who has ventured beyond my looks and welcomed my darkness. It almost feels like a bond of unconditional acceptance.
“Now that I’ve had you, I can’t ever let you go. You’re mine, Seraphine. Every beautiful piece of you.”
“Do you think I bring random hookups into my home for days, clean up their murders, hunt down their enemies and provide safe and soundproof spaces for them to get their revenge?”
“Hey, I would raze the world to ashes if it meant keeping you safe.”
“Let me touch it. Let me feel your bare cunt,” he says.
“You’re such a good girl. Always so ready for my fingers or cock.”
If he stops, I might just bite through his jugular.
“I’m going to fuck you like an animal,” he snarls in my ear. “Pound your perfect little pussy into the dirt until you scream. Would you like that, my fallen angel?”
“You beg so beautifully for my cock.”
“You like that, don’t you? You love it when I fuck you into submission.”
Sex with Seraphine is like discovering the angel you’re fucking is a wanton succubus.
