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Gentlemen of virtue are not nearly as nice As the wickedly sinful men of vice.
When the time came, Envy would play the game. He’d reclaim what was his, restore his court, and he’d never endanger his circle by becoming intrigued by a mortal again.
“Aren’t you supposed to be searching for clues to Lucia’s whereabouts?” he asked instead. “Perhaps you aren’t as heartbroken as you’d like everyone to believe.”
Whether due to hubris or ego, man was the only creature who often ignored what no other prey did: trust your instincts or suffer the consequences.
If Camilla was sunshine, he was the darkest of nights. And if she wasn’t careful, his shadows would snuff out her light, if only for the fleeting chance to possess her warmth before destroying it.
the Dark and Sinful. It was a decadent concoction he’d created one evening of muddled blackberries, brown sugar simple syrup, bourbon, orange zest, and a splash of champagne.
Camilla cursed that wretched little deviant inside her, the one who purred seductively at the villain for his unbridled vices and mocked the hero for his unshakable virtues.
“Touch her”—his voice was laced with malice, even as it faded to a mere whisper—“and I’ll annihilate you all.”
“You’ll be shouting my name, Camilla. I will be your God, your Creator, your Destroyer, and every depraved dark thing in between. And I promise you’ll find religion on my cock. You’ll get on your knees for it, pray for it, worship it with every fiber of your being.”
Sometimes two people weren’t meant to be more than one moment. Wondrous and unforgettable though it might be, not all good things were meant to last.
“Women are not possessions. She belongs to herself, you arrogant halfwit.”
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