Dragon (The Halloween Boys, #2)

by Kat Blackthorne

There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke. Vincent Van Gogh

Few things were sexier than a woman with bloodlust. Too bad I was already dick-whipped by my best friend’s girl.

“That’s it. Watch me fuck you. Watch me paint your pussy in my black seed.”

Not when her doe eyes frantically searched for me when she was caught in a lie, like such a fucking good little girl. Yes, my pet, look for Daddy when you fib. I was the father of lies and deceit, and she fucking knew it.

“I don’t care whether you realize it now or a hundred years from now. If you never fall in love with me, fine. I don’t care if Ghost thinks I’m not ready for you. You’re his, but not only his. You are mine, Blythe Pearl. Accept it now or later, it makes no difference to me. I said you’re my wife because you are.”