Torn In Two (Saint View Slayers vs. Sinners, #2)

by Elle Thorpe

“Fuck off. I don’t hate you because you love the dick. I hate you because you are one.”

He’d said to sit on him, but I really didn’t want to have to explain to the police that the dead man in this bed was courtesy of suffocation via vagina.

“If you’d wanted me to taste your cum, Hawk, you could have just asked me to blow you. No need for me to lick it from her pussy.” Then he winked at me. “Though for the record, if you’d come to me this morning, even dripping with his cum, I still would have.”

“What sort of porno Narnia did I just walk into?”

“Do I need to remind you that your heart lies in helping people, not hurting them? Or that blood is really hard to get out of upholstery?”