Always Practice Safe Hex (Stay a Spell, #4)

by Juliette Cross

The fact that she could brush his behavior off and return to our task so easily told me two things. First, men who treated women this way were pigs and should be taken to slaughter. And second, she was more bewitching than I ever realized.

“I don’t know. I just can’t function when she’s around. There’s never been anyone who…” He broke off and looked away, eyes glazing. I sobered quickly at that despondent glimmer in his dark eyes, his jaw hardening. Without looking back at me, he rumbled low, “She makes it all better.”

“We may be rivals, Lavinia. But it doesn’t make me want to fuck your brains out any less.” Easing back a few inches, I drank in the view of her stunning face, mouth partly open in shock. That fucking mouth. Licking my lips, I watched her eyes dilate to nearly full black. She wanted me to kiss her, and if that didn’t make me rock hard.

“Of course,” said Clara. “The Viscount Who Loved Me.” “Excuse me?” I moved the book to another position and took a few more shots at different angles. “That was our book last month. Anthony and Kate hated each other. Still, they wanted to tear each other’s clothes off every time they were in the same room together. Sometimes, animosity and anger is the perfect aphrodisiac.”

“Why are you constantly implying that you’d like to have sex with me? To distract me from the campaign?” He mirrored my posture, easing his forearms onto the table and clasping his hands together. My gaze drifted to his badass ink. “Not at all. I was implying I’d like to have sex with you because I do in fact want to fuck you senseless. I’m glad to know that it was distracting though. Added bonus.”

“Also, loquacious?” I arched a brow. “Trying to impress me with your big vocabulary?” “Since you’re unwilling to check out my big cock, I thought it second best.”

“My monster wants to play with you.”

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“What does your monster want to do?” I whispered, beginning to tremble in the presence of something otherworldly. “Own you. Fuck you. Make you submit.”

“You want the monster,” he grated, a foreign wildness in his voice. “You’re going to get him.”

“You wanted all of me,” he grated out with biting ferocity. “Then fucking take me.”

“To me, you will always be the sexiest.” I kissed her beneath her jaw. She leaned her head to the side to let me kiss her there again. “And the sweetest. The loveliest.” Another kiss, then I whispered into her skin, “The other half of my soul.”