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For the first time in more than twenty years, he’d been a victim of affect. Something he’d thought himself rid of indefinitely.
Damn love at first sight I guess lmao
Her smile was brilliant in every sense of the word, and Argent found himself with his hand pressed to the chest of his jacket. It happened again.
The idea shouldn’t excite him, but he’d be a liar if he didn’t admit having Millie LeCour to himself in the darkness didn’t arouse urges other than the one to kill.
Could it be that somehow he’d felt that strange, electric connection that she had experienced from the stage? That would be terribly romantic, wouldn’t it?
😭😭😭 well… yes and no
Perhaps they were meant to meet tonight.
He wanted Millie LeCour with an intensity he’d never before felt.
The coldest, deadliest man in all London.
YUMMY
“Very well then, I’ll be on me merry way.”
Lmao what heroes these bodyguards are
Never in his life had Argent known that one could be paralyzed by lust.
“Do it,” she dared. “What are you waiting for?” He struck without warning, but not with a lethal blow. Instead, his mouth surged against hers.
😁😁😁😁
“I don’t want protection from a man like you.” “You won’t survive without a man like me.”
Oh he’s so 😮💨😮💨😮💨
“It’s not arrogance if it’s accurate. You are the best actress on the London stage, and I’m the best—” “Killer?” she interrupted. “Yes. Among other things.”
😏🤭
Argent strode away, confident that the only filthy, godless hands to touch her would be his own.
If you don’t kiss me, I’ll die. She’d said it as though she’d known her life was in his hands, and with a kiss, he could save her.
And … He’d desired her to live. So he could have her. So she would be his.
Farah was his. Of that he had no doubt. From her white-blond ringlets to her ridiculously tiny feet. Her body, her heart, and her soul belonged to him. And his heart, black as it was, always had been and always would be at her mercy. His body was hers to command and only hers to touch. And his life was dedicated to filling her every need, serving her every whim, and being the source of her every smile.
A REAL MAN
“It’s madness, at first, or maybe always. It’s … possession and fear, passion and joy. It’s indescribably sweet, and utterly terrifying. It’s different for everyone, I imagine.”
He gave another bow. “And I am certain Madam will perform a wonder upon the stage tonight, secure in the knowledge that I will give my life unto the safety of her son.”
Hassan is so sweet I love him
“Are you a giant, Mr. Argent?” he asked. “No.” Argent blinked, but showed no offense.
Kids are so cute in books
“I do not know what happens when this life is over; therefore it does little good to speculate.
Millie’s dressing room was visible from backstage, and Argent followed the boy to it, amused at how the child walked with his knees together.
He's so cute lmao
A shift in weight alerted Argent to the incoming kick aimed between his legs. None of that; he was planning on using that particular part of his anatomy in a short while.
LMAO
Jakub latched his treasure and put it away. “I like you, Mr. Argent,” he announced. “I like that you don’t lie to me because I’m not yet a man. You can go on kissing my mother if you want, so long as you don’t ruin her.”
Cuteeee 😭😭
Argent had to take the entire moment to recover from the shock of seeing her again. Almost like he’d forgotten in the moments they’d spent apart just how dynamically beautiful she was up close. That beauty struck him like a physical blow.
Jakub pointed to where Argent held vigil by a mannequin laden with shawls. “Mr. Argent told the man to get the fuck out.” McTavish covered his snort of laughter behind a fit of coughs. “Jakub!” Millie gasped.
LMFAOOO
“Well.” Throckmorton gave Argent a very thorough once-over. Twice. “That must cost you quite the pound of flesh.” Argent nodded again. He didn’t have the weight quite right, but he’d certainly guessed the currency.
Christopher is so funny lmaooo
Christopher Argent was a creature born of nightmares, a man who looked evil in the face and challenged it to a duel.
That’s hot
Because of the lustful nature of a man’s needs, or maybe because of the intrinsic beauty of the fairer sex, a woman’s body is a commodity, one that men barter for with land and titles and sometimes even kingdoms. So why then, when a woman sells her own body for food, or survival, or even pleasure, is it called a sin? Or a crime? What has marriage become but sanctioned prostitution, the buying and selling of female flesh for the begetting of heirs and so forth?”
“Most men prefer me with this on,” she remarked nervously. “It—covers all the imperfections and accentuates the beauty.” “You have no imperfections,” he said honestly.
His fingers had lingered over the wet patches her tears had left on his shirt and, in a moment of unguarded sentimentality, he’d lifted the garment to his cheek in the chance he might catch some of her warmth left from where she’d clung to him.
Oh he’s so in love with her
Because she’d fallen apart in his arms, and he’d somehow helped to stitch her back together.
😩
Never in his life had he possessed anything so beautiful.
If the philosophies of Sifu Wu Ping had taught him anything, it was that desire leads to disappointment, and attachment only brings suffering.
A fantasy she lived every day. Not just any woman, this woman. The most coveted female in the empire and several countries on the Continent. His woman.
He shut her door behind him, wondering to himself just what hour of the day she became less dangerous than him. He’d probably wake her then.
Jakub, who’d been glancing back and forth during their exchange, chimed in, his falsetto a calculated study in circumspection. “You woke her before nine o’clock, didn’t you?” “I’m afraid so,” Christopher confirmed.
Lmao Millie is so me, let me sleep and leave me alone
“I haven’t the slightest idea what you two are on about,” she huffed, then turned to peek at them hesitantly. “Am I such a monster in the morning?” “Yes,” both Jakub and Christopher answered at once.
LMAO
Behind her, Christopher’s reflection regarded her with that ever-present alertness. He stood too close, loomed too tall and wide. Looked too fine.
Real
Assassin turned protector. Villain turned lover.
That’s hot
Naked to the waist, he wore only a pair of exotic-looking blue silk trousers that flowed about his long, thick legs as though to hide their movement. Bare arms bulged at his sides from the golden slopes of his massive shoulders. Millie’s mouth went dry as moisture collected somewhere lower. So many, many scars marked him. His thick torso, ribbed with strength and muscle, was a lesson in violence. Gashes interrupted his ribs and the hard, straining ridges of his stomach. And, dear God, his shoulder and the swell of the bicep below it was a webbed mess of gnarled skin. Like a burn, but perhaps
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Ginger Gojo after Sukuna’s dismantle lmao I’m in love
He knew he should feel ashamed again, for listening to the lady’s conversation back at her apartments,
Oh he’s so wicked for this lmfaoo 💀💀💀
This must be what religious men felt as they fell to their knees at an altar. This unworthy rapture. This unholy desire. This need for redemption.
“But wasn’t it Dickens who said ‘I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in this world.’
She was his first, she was his only, and his every.
Morley must have more between his legs than Dorian had given the inspector credit for, he mused.
😭💀💀💀
“Men like you and me, we don’t love like other men do. With patience and poetry and gentle deference. Our sort of love is possessive—obsessive even—and passionate and consuming and … well, fucking terrifying sometimes.”
“Open the door,” he commanded in a deep and booming brogue. “No,” Mena answered, before remembering her manners. “No, thank you.”
Lmao
He was William Grant Ruaridh Mackenzie, Lt. Colonel of Her Majesty’s Royal Secret Highland Watch, Marquess Ravencroft, and Laird and Thayne of Clan Mackenzie 3rd of Wester Ross.
A mouthful but okay
