The Mercenary and the Mortician (The Silent Hollow, #1)

by Alexandra St. Pierre

“Mmmhmm. SooOOoOoo straight, mortuary boy. Maybe tell that to your boner. It seems to have missed the memo.”

It seemed I had a brat on my hands, which was literally my favorite. I loved it when they fought back. I got to punish them and teach them their place.

“I’m not the devil, Ryan Fairview. I’m your fucking god, and you will beg me for forgiveness,”

My sweet, loveable little ginger snap wanted a fight for dominance, so a fight he was going to fucking get. He was so cute and confident. He even used his ‘businessman voice’ on me, like that made him the boss or something. I just wanted to pinch his fucking cheeks! God, I couldn’t wait to fuck the sass right out of him.

In that moment, I wanted nothing more than for him to have his way with me, and it felt like the easiest thing in the world to sell my soul to the dark angel that had swooped into my life on broken wings.

Maybe I wouldn’t feel as desperate to keep him to myself once I had the chance to sink my cock into his hot, tight, virgin ass… Nah. Who was I kidding? That would probably just make it worse.

“I want to be the person you count on to help you achieve your dreams, not the reason they go up in flames.”

Did he really feel so possessive over me that he didn’t even want to share my sadistic tendencies? Why was that so fucking cute?!

“If you ever get lost in the dark, I’ll make sure you find your way back, angel,” he whispered, gently sucking on my lip ring in that sweet way he now seemed to have a habit of doing. “You will?” I asked, my voice gruff and my throat tight with emotion. He nodded, kissing my lips again and again. “I’ll always bring you back.”

“If you need a minute, I can handle the guests while you get your overwhelming love for me under control.”

“Fuck being normal, Ryan. Normal is boring. I love that you see dead people. I think it’s bad fucking ass that you live in a funeral home. On top of that, I think it’s hot that you’re a freckly red-headed man who likes gardening. Everything about you is attractive to me. You’re my lil’ spooky ginger boy, and I love the shit out of you.”

“Tell me you’re like no one else I’ve ever met. Tell me how irreplaceable you are. How you make my whole fucking life worth living.”

And the beautiful thing was… Every time I told him I loved him, he told me that he loved me too.