The Predator (Dark Verse #1)

by RuNyx

The voice of hard whiskey and sin.

If voices could be drinks, his was a centuries-old vintage whiskey, rolling off the tongue, down the throat, leaving a trail of fire inside, making every cell in the body aware that it had been consumed.

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The voice of whiskey and sin

"Get one thing straight, right now, Ms. Vitalio," he murmured right against the shell of her ear, that voice — that voice of whiskey and sin — rolling down her spine in waves, spreading throughout her body, pooling low in her belly. The sensation of those lips made her chest heave against the wooden door. The wooden door that was the only barrier between them and a restaurant full of people, including her father, who wouldn't hesitate to kill either of them.

“Next time, I’m going to see how loud you can scream, Ms. Vitalio. I’m going to make you so sore you won’t know if it’s from the screaming or the fucking.”