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“My sanity will fail me long before my will does. Luckily, the only thing more interesting than a madman is a relentless one.”
Though she detested sex, she made a point of looking sexually receptive—an illusion of desirability, like that used by a Venus flytrap.
I think I’m better than you because you are demonstrably my inferior in every way. Intelligence, wealth, looks, bloodline, should I continue?”
Other than the fact that he and Thaddeus were both considered remarkably attractive—Lothaire much more so, of course—they couldn’t be more dissimilar.
Why would I kill to know what she’s thinking right now? Probably because I enjoy killing.
He’d finally opened up and actually talked with someone—had shown her his fucking book—and she’d fallen asleep? Had he bored her?
“I often help others discover the outer limits of their hatred. It’s a talent of mine.”
“I can’t wait to see exactly how you’ll . . . drive.” Then I’m gonna give you a ride you’ll never forget.
“Your muscles are hard, vampire. They feel so good.” “My cock’s hard too,”
I’d hoped to have separate rooms—not because I wished to afford you privacy, but because I didn’t want to look at you. Unfortunately, we do not have that luxury.”
Then he frowned. They fit. Like two puzzle pieces.
He was still furious with the goddess for not showing—but he was even more so at Elizabeth for being so inconceivably sexy.
“Are you quick of wit, glib of tongue?” As Elizabeth continued to be. You’re the flyweight to her heavy. . . . “Lothaire, I enslave others to be those things, so that they may entertain me.”
“What is this? Be like you were with me the other times! When you melted for me.”
“I’ve dreamed of it, too.” So that is what she dreams of? “Your behavior is . . . unexpected.”
“Did I do something wrong?” Lothaire pressed one knee to the bed. “Part your thighs.” “Guess not.”
He was hurting her? He wanted to. He was obsessing about her more than his revenge, more than his vows.
Either he was developing a conscience, or Ellie Ann Peirce was his Bride. Both scenarios were ruinous to him.
she again imagined what it’d be like to be loved by Lothaire. If he’d ever stop planning to kill her, she might be tempted to find out.
So why was she so attracted to a deadly, forbidding bloodsucker like Lothaire? Because of mental trauma and sexual desperation?
“I have an idea. Let’s take off our clothes and fool around on the settee. If I trip and fall and land smack-dab on your cock, then it won’t be your fault.”
“Fine. I can do this. How hard can it be?” “As fucking steel.”
“Look at your expression. You’re falling in love with me.”
“Harder, faster.” As if Lothaire would ever allow himself to go unsatisfied.
“If we were ever parted, I would bring you back to me,” he rasped. “There is nowhere on earth that I couldn’t find you.”
“Why does no one believe I’m evil anymore?”
She was acting as if he’d never praised her. He must have. Surely. But he couldn’t quite put his finger on an instance. As someone who knew the importance of protecting one’s ego, he was aghast at himself. That will be changing. Much will. . . .
“I’m no expert with females”—the others rolled their eyes at that—“but I believe an attempted decapitation communicates the need for some space.”
He wondered what the Daci would think of their new king if they found out he carried his Bride’s lingerie in his pocket at all times. But then, what maddened vampire king didn’t carry his queen’s lingerie in his pocket?
My millennia’s worth of hatred for Nïx was unfounded? Who would be his nemesis, if not Nïx? In the entire Lore, she was the only adversary worthy of him. Which was one of the myriad reasons he hadn’t retaliated after she’d betrayed him.
“You alone can trust me.” Words in Russian slipped out from his lips: I will fight any battle for you, crush any adversity. Because you are mine, beautiful girl. I love you so madly that the past before you feels sane. . . .
A spiteful-looking hound dozed over his feet. He rather liked the dog.
“My heart doesn’t fucking work right without you.”
“Has anything really changed?” “I’ve learned I need to consult you in matters, lest you decapitate me.”
“Are you trying to make me feel guilty so you can manipulate me?” He blinked. “Of course. Now, tell me you love me.”
