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There’s no way I want to be in the dark with this voice. He’s not a ghost. He’s worse. He’s the frigging boogeyman, whispered about in the shadows but never mentioned in polite company, almost as if saying his name will make him appear. And no one wants that.
And maybe that’s it. You’re full of fire and sass to match that ass of yours. You gotta use it.”
“Don’t let him break you, Ke-ke. You keep ahold of your pride and never let go. He won’t know how to handle you.”
“You’ve already been marked. Lachlan Mount owns your ass, regardless of whether he’s tapped it yet. No one else will touch you because they’ll want to keep their limbs intact.”
“When you’ve got as much power as Mount, that much charisma, that much presence, it does things to people.”
“He’s going to make your head go to war with your body.”
“I’ll put this in plain terms. You’re gonna tell yourself that you don’t want him, that you hate him, and that this is all happening against your will. But there’s something about that man that tells me he’s gonna fuck with your head and turn your body against you. Mark my words, Ke-ke. He will make you enjoy it. He will make you want him.”
“You want me to tattoo what exactly on your ass?”
“The only reason a woman wants Property of No Man tattooed on her ass is because of a bad breakup.”
Delilah
Give that man what he doesn’t even know he wants—which is everything that’s you—and you’ll be just fine. Now, get going. Put that armor on and go slay yourself a dragon of a man.”
For the first time in my life, I sure as hell hope Lachlan Mount is watching. I untie the belt of my trench coat and let it fall to the floor.
When you gain the reputation of having no limits, no weaknesses, and are willing to flood the streets with blood, people don’t test your boundaries or break your rules.
A growl fills my throat and fire burns in my gut as I make out the words. Property of No Man
Keira Kilgore, you are definitely no disappointment after all. Let’s see how long that lasts.
my original instincts about Keira Kilgore were right. There’s a fire burning in her that I’ve never found in another woman.
When Magnolia described the power, the presence, and his charisma to me, I didn’t understand what she was talking about. I’m starting to now.
How such a cruel man can be so brutally beautiful, I have no idea.
“You know what else power is, Keira? An aphrodisiac. You can fear me and still want me at the same time. It will heighten every experience.”
Even defiant and angry, she responded to me like an instrument to a savant. I’ll tame that fire. Bend her to my will.
Property of no man? Bullshit. Keira Kilgore is mine.
The white string of pearls lies against my throat like a collar. I will fucking kill him if he ever tries to put a leash on me.
Lachlan Mount may be the king of New Orleans’ underworld, but he sure as hell will never treat me like a queen.
“But none of them can have you because you belong to me. Get over here.”
It’s like the devil offering up your deepest desire for the low, low price of your soul.
I come apart, staring into the soulless black eyes of a man I hate, but one who plays my body like he’s been given an owner’s manual I didn’t know existed.
“How do you do that? And why?” Frustrated, I let out a huff. “You know what? Don’t answer. I don’t care. Tonight, I’m not in the mood to deal with your brand of arrogant bullshit. I am fresh out of fucks to give.”
“Who fucking touched you? Heads will roll, and I’ll swing the goddamned ax myself.”
Lachlan Mount
“Just fuck me already and let me come, you sadistic son of a bitch!”
“I’m ruthless, not arrogant, and you’re about to learn the difference.”
If I’d had Keira Kilgore, there would have been no need, because together we would have burned this town to ash.
No other woman would dare toss as many slurs at me as she has, but for some reason, it amuses me. Most of the time.
I picture her walking toward me like a queen deigning to allow a peon an audience.
I’ve only had one sexual encounter in my life that remotely approached what happened last night, and that was the first time Brett and I were together.
A spine of steel won’t help me with Mount. Titanium is required.
Keira Kilgore
I grab the necklace and realize the lock isn’t just a charm; it actually holds the two ends of the chain together. Like a freaking collar.
“Don’t even bother trying to take it off without the key. It won’t break.”
Lock necklace
“You need to remove that fucking word from your vocabulary when you’re dealing with me. It’ll save you a lot of grief.”
“I need help.” I utter the words with the same enthusiasm as I would if I were confessing to murder. Well, anyone’s murder but his.
“If this is the part where you torture me with orgasms, I’m okay with that.”
“Then tell me you’ll pierce that sweet little hood so the jewelry rubs your clit with your every movement, keeping you wet and ready for me.”
Pussy piercing
“I swore I’d keep this pussy to myself, but I want you pierced with the jewelry I choose. An emerald. Every time I spread your legs, I want to see it flash at me the same way your eyes do.”
“Fuck, I don’t know what turns me on more. When you fight me or when you obey.”
The grin on my face widened as I realized I’d finally found the one. The man who could give me all the things I needed.
I know he can play my body better than any man I’ve ever met—save one. The only competition he had was himself.
Keira Kilgore
