Curiosity (Blackwood After Dark, #1)

by Christina C. Jones

“So then… were you really trying to get home? Or is naivete about to get the inquisitive kitty disciplined for her prying?”

“I’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours until there are tears running down your face.”

“You’re gonna get somebody’s eyes snatched out.” “For what?” I whispered back. “For looking too hard.”

“You’re working on another punishment – and this time, I’m gonna do it in front of everybody, to make it absolutely clear who you belong to.”

“Beyond your desire to simply be rebellious, look me in the face and tell me you don’t want everything I have planned for you?”

“This is one of those situations where you have your damn fun while it lasts, and use the memories to keep yourself entertained when it’s done. The wilder the road, the better.”

“He’s a ten, but he might be in a secret sex club of weirdos that think they’re vampires. What does that make him?” “Still a ten,” Brosia chirped. “He looks like that and eats pussy in elevators. Who cares about a little weird cosmetic dentistry?”

“My problem was that the first time I saw you outside of your professional attire, I had to share the view with everyone else. This time… it’s just for me.”

“Personally, I only care to make room for the exquisite. Both in my life, and in my gallery.” I only care to make room for the exquisite. Wow.

“Ahh,” he murmured, rubbing a hand over the soft facial hair on his chin. “You wanted me to fuck you tonight – that’s why you came?” “No!” I denied, flustered. “I wasn’t –” “You’re disappointed – it’s okay to say that,” he said, closing the distance I’d put between us. “Don’t worry—I’ll be filling you to the brim soon enough.”

“Okay. Is he… a danger to me?” A hint of a smile curved her lips, bringing a bit of warmth back to her face. “That depends on your definition of danger.”

hate being around these stuffy viggas, I need to go to BB’s.