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For one unsettling moment, it seemed to Lord Dain that someone had just shoved his head into a privy. His heart began to pound, and his skin broke out in clammy gooseflesh,
It was utterly unthinkable that the contemptuous feminine retort had overset him.
She turned.
She looked up.
And a swift, fierce heat swept Lord Dain from the crown of his head to the toes in his champagne-buffed boots. The heat was immediately succeeded by a cold sweat.
“Damnation,” he said.
And then he didn’t care what he crushed or broke. He reached out and wrapped his monster
hands about her waist and lifted her straight up until her wet, sulky face was even with his own. And in the same heartbeat, before she could scream, he c...
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“Cara, I—”
So it was, but it was the truth, and he hated it and hated her for making it true.
His Satanic Majesty
She took his hand.
They both wore gloves. She felt it all the same: a thrill of contact sharp as an electrical shock. It darted through her limbs and turned her knees into jelly.
“I’m sorry I tarnished your reputation,”
“But I didn’t do it all by myself. You could have ignored me. You certainly didn’t have to come tonight. Still, all you have to do now is laugh and walk away, and they’ll see I mean nothing to you, and they had it all wrong.”
“And what happens, Jess,”
“if it turns out they had it right?”
He took her hand and began to peel off her glove.
“I am already besotted with a needle-tongued, conceited, provoking ape leader of a lady.”
“Besotted? You’re nothing like it. Vengeful is more like it. Spiteful.”
“I must be besotted,” he said evenly. “I have the imbecilic idea that you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Except for your coiffure,”
You made me want you, he told her in his mother’s language. You’ve made me heartsick, lonely. You’ve made me crave what I vowed I would never need, never seek.
she’d get her satisfaction in private, no doubt. She would make him crawl.
She had him exactly where she wanted him, the she-devil.
“Until now, I was unaware you had any inclinations to slay dragons for me.”
“I don’t,” he said. “But one must be practical. You’ll want all your strength for the wedding night.”
She would have him and keep him if it killed her. A monster he may be, but he was her monster. She would not share his stormy kisses with anyone else. She would not share his big, splendid body with anyone else.
“If you think that I could not do it,”
“that I could not make you eat out of my hand, if that’s what I wanted, I recommend you think again, Beelzebub.”
“Like that, Dain. In the palm of my hand. And then,” she went on, still stroking the center of her palm, “I would make you crawl. And beg.”
She’d wanted him to burn for her, just as she’d wanted him to set her ablaze.
The next time, my lord, you will do the seducing—or there won’t be any, I vow.”
“I mean it, Dain. I am sick to death of throwing myself at you. You like me well enough. And if the first bedding didn’t prove we suit in that way at least, then you are a hopeless case, and I wash my hands of you. I will not permit you to make a wreck of me.”
“Jessica, you are a pain in the arse, do you know that?” He scowled at her. “If I were not so immensely fond of you, I should throw you out the window.”
