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And once he figured out how to ask a human woman on a date, Luke would mate her and fuck her and live happily ever after as her devoted swain.
Just the other day, he’d Googled How to ask a woman out without making her fear for her life—but the results hadn’t been particularly helpful.
And her instincts were telling her to rip this sexy fucker’s clothes off, sit on his dick, and then carve out his heart. Or something. She was hazy on the details.
He was admiring her calves and considering her excellent takedown technique when she demanded, “Is your dick still hard right now? Seriously?!” Since the answer was quite obvious, he didn’t bother to confirm. Instead, he asked, “Are you trying to kill me?” She responded by stamping on his head.
She threw more silver over him, and Luke remembered that he was supposed to be fighting for his life, or whatever. But she was just one tiny little huntress. He had time to ogle her for a bit. And tease her. Perhaps he could make her smile? He did love making her smile.
unless Chastity had a questionable moral compass—which he wouldn’t necessarily mind—she must be a little… confused.
his bloodthirsty little murderess was openly reluctant to end his existence. Progress!
“I didn’t eat them so much as enthusiastically kill them with my mouth.
He stirred harder. Apparently, his mate wanted minimum lumps in this batter. Therefore, he would eliminate all lumps.
She winced. “I’m a murderer.” “No, sweetheart. You’re an attempted murderer.”
