Hunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse, #2)

by H.D. Carlton

while she’s beautiful, she looks tired—weathered. Walking alongside the devil will do that to you.

I wonder if she puts so much effort into making the outside look pretty because her insides are a cemetery of bones and decay.

I lift the lipstick and place it on the corner of my lip and draw it out across my cheek, curving it up towards my eyes. Then the other side, until a big red smile is painted across my face. The Joker had the right idea, I decide.

She likes to try and suffocate me between them, but I would gladly die between her thighs.

Zade may be Hades, but the dark God has never been known to bow for anyone but his woman.

Worst of all, there’s already a deep bruise forming around her throat, and I’d be a goddamn liar if I said that didn’t make my dick hard all over again.

WHAT THE FUCK, ZADE