“He had a bleeding cut on his leg and he smelled like shit.
Her nose wrinkled. "Step in something?" she asked innocently.
"That I did not mind." He took a menacing step toward her. "What I did mind was being hit by a cab, then landing on the lap of a naked man. With an erection, Anya. He had an erection.”
“I'm William, but you can call me Sexy. Everyone does.”
“Paris answered for him. "Last time he spread the flashing love, Reyes threw up all over his shirt. I never laughed so hard in my life. Lucien, though, has no sense of humor and vowed never to take us again."
"I'm surprised you didn't mention the part where you fainted," Lucien said wryly.
Strider chortled. "Oh, man. You fainted? What a baby!"
"Hey," Paris said, frowning at Lucien. "I told you I hit my head midflash."
Lucien”
“Apparently, dancing for him and throwing herself at him weren't enough. Apparently, she had to nearly commit murder to arouse him enough to attack her.”
“What I did mind was being hit by a cab, then landing on the lap of a naked man. With an erection, Anya. He had an erection.”
“But we all must be true to our own nature. Acting as anyone other than yourself merely brings you pain and makes you appear ashamed of who and what you are. Others will feed off that shame, and soon it will be all that you are.”
“He bit the inside of his cheek, Death purring wildy. The pleasure of her touch, even one so innocent, rocked him to the core.”
“He’d pleasured Hera and a few thousand others, and when
Hera learned about those thousand others…heads had rolled.”
“William focused on her, opened his mouth, closed it. Seeing the weapon strapped to her back and peeking over her shoulder samurai-style, he frowned. “Nice sword,” he said dryly.
“Thanks.”
“It’s one of my favorites.”
“If you’re nice, I’ll give it back to you in a year or two.”
“You’re so good to me.”
“I told you I was powerful—not my fault you failed to listen. I’m helping fight the Hunters now and you’ll be lucky if my aim doesn’t accidently-on-purpose veer and kill you. In fact, I don’t think I’ll wait for you.” She glanced over at the tunnels and counted with a point of her finger. “See you in the…second one over, sweetcakes. That’s where the biggest, baddest Hunter was, last time I checked. I’ll just pretend he’s you and nail his ass to the wall.”
“Mirarte es como entrar por fin por las puertas del cielo”
“Ready to have some fun?” She didn’t give him time to answer. Weighed down with the chains, she flashed to a busy street in New York—fingers crossed he would be run over—then to a gay strip club in Italy—fingers crossed he would be groped—then to a zoo in Oklahoma—fingers crossed the elephant shit was ripe.
“Enjoy,” she muttered with relish.
Anya flashed one final time, back to where she’d begun: his home in Greece. Lucien was still following her trail. Lightning-quick, she hid the chains under the bed and palmed her Taser.
When she straightened he was there, just in front of her. Her breath caught. He was still scowling, teeth bared and sharp, Death glowing in his eyes. He had a bleeding cut on his leg and he smelled like shit.
Her nose wrinkled. “Step in something?” she asked innocently.
“That, I did not mind.” He took a menacing step toward her. “What I did mind was being hit by a cab, then landing on the lap of a naked man. With an erection, Anya. He had an erection.”
She grinned. She just couldn’t help herself.”
“He didn’t face her. “I said go away.” “Like I’m going to obey you. You aren’t my daddy. Unless you want to be. ’Cause I’ve been a bad, naughty girl and I need a spanking.”
“She stared at him for a long while, not speaking, not moving. Finally she said, "You want the truth, I'll tell you. But the information will cost you. We' Il trade. A question for a question."
"Done. What do you have that Cronus wants?"
"I have a...a...damn it, Lucien. I have a key, okay.
Happy now?"
"Yes. There. We have both now answered one question."
"We both have no— Damn you! I did ask a question, didn't I? Happy now? Score one for you.”
“I asked why you want to keep your clothes on. Are you scarred?”
Shiver bumps dotted her skin. “No.” Not physically, at least.
“It will not bother me if you are. I swear. I will kiss them better,” he said huskily.”
“Yes, Reyes mentioned Aias.” Lucien made no move in her direction. “Why did you slay him?” She lifted one of her shoulders in a casual shrug. Inside, though, she was anything but serene. The memory of her clash with Aias was not a pretty one. What could have been, what could have happened, still sometimes haunted her. “He wanted to fuck me, and I didn’t want him to. He decided to go ahead and do it, anyway, so I decided he’d look good with a hole in his chest.” Lucien”
“What do you think we’ll find?” Strider asked, his features pensive as he peered at Lucien. “And why the hell do you now look capable of murder? These last few weeks the only expression you’ve given us was bored. I mention the temples and hello, demon.”
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ll let you go, but don’t expect me to forget you. We’re bonded. I’ll be on your trail, doing everything in my power to win and romance you. So prepare to see a lot of me. I love you too much to let you go.”
“Like I’d ever allow you to let me go. You’re mine. I love you, too, Flowers.” Her dark lashes swept up, her eyes suddenly shining with love.”
“Lucien bent down and once again sifted through rock and sand, looking for gods knew what. Sunlight stroked him lovingly, the bitch. He’s mine. “Go away, Anya,” he repeated. Grrr! She materialized. Rather than slap him, though, she sat on a boulder beside him. He was shirtless again, his skin slightly burned, cut up and bruised. He didn’t face her. “I said go away.” “Like I’m going to obey you. You aren’t my daddy. Unless you want to be. ’Cause I’ve been a bad, naughty girl and I need a spanking.” A”
“The moment Lucien had seen William the Handsome put his hands on Anya, an all-consuming need had rushed through him: mark her so that every man who looked at her knew she belonged to someone else. The need was stronger than his rage had ever been. The need was more potent than even his desire to have this woman in his bed. Everything inside him, even the demon, screamed mine. A word she, too, had used to describe him. Had they been alone when she’d said it, he would have thrown her onto the nearest bed and demanded she repeat the word over and over again. Nothing”
“Perhaps she’d done so to spite him, he thought. He’d tried to kill her, after all. And a worse attempt I’ve never seen. Disgraceful! His jaw locked in irritation. Now is not the time to think of her. When is a good time? Later. He could almost hear Death clapping happily in his mind, and he didn’t think it was because the demon was eager to take Anya’s soul. He didn’t understand why the demon cared to see her, but he had no time to reason it out. The”
“The tops of her breasts pushed upward, beckoning. Lovely, so lovely. Yet they weren’t what claimed his attention. Knives were strapped to every inch of visible skin. Some were twined with the bra’s straps. Some were simply taped. With what, he didn’t know. He only knew he liked it. A lot. Took him a while, but he finally dropped the last to the floor. He”
“When she straightened he was there, just in front of her. Her breath caught. He was still scowling, teeth bared and sharp, Death glowing in his eyes. He had a bleeding cut on his leg and he smelled like shit. Her nose wrinkled. “Step in something?” she asked innocently. “That, I did not mind.” He took a menacing step toward her. “What I did mind was being hit by a cab, then landing on the lap of a naked man. With an erection, Anya. He had an erection.” She grinned. She just couldn’t help herself. “Now,”
“Aren’t you going to attack me?” she asked, and he would swear he heard a pout. “I have not the time for you right now.” He meant the words as an insult, but they emerged dripping with disappointment rather than rancor. “We can fight later.” “You’ve been neglecting me, and I don’t like it.” “You should be grateful for my neglect.” “Don’t flatter yourself.” She didn’t leave in a huff as he’d half expected. Instead, she shifted closer to him. “Can I help you fight the Hunters? Please, please, please, can I?” “No. Be silent.” If the warriors heard him from their positions, they gave no indication. He could just make them out in the bushes, only the tips of their heads visible as they waited for his signal. “But I’m an expert fighter.” “I know,” he replied drily. His chest still ached where she’d stabbed him. Should have been illegal for a woman who looked like her to be so sexily bloodthirsty. And he should not have found that bloodthirstiness so attractive. “Did you tell these Hunters about the temple?” “Ugh.”
“Maafkan aku sayangku. Aku akan membebaskanmu, tapi jangan minta aku melupakanmu. Jiwa kita sudah menyatu. Aku akan selalu mengikutimu, melakukan segalanya demi bisa memenangkan cintamu lagi. Jadi kau harus bersiap karena kau akan sering melihatku. Aku terlalu mencintaimu sampai tak sanggup melepaskanmu." - Lucien, Sang Kematian”
“Then he flashed back to Anya. On top of her, to be exact, trying not to delight in the feel of her warm body pressed to his or the curve of her breasts against his chest when he flipped her over. You could have landed beside her. Yes, he could have; he just hadn’t wanted to. This ensured she would not run. At least, that was the reason he gave himself. “Why you little…mmm.” Her voice trailed off and she moaned in delight. Her eyes closed to half-mast, the lashes casting spiky shadows over her cheeks. “You want to make out?” Yes. “No. Wait here.”
“Did she imagine the fire that suddenly sparked in Lucien’s mismatched eyes? Did she imagine the way his nostrils flared in awareness? Now or never. Licking her lips, never removing her gaze from him, she eased into a sensual bump and grind and made her way toward his table. Halfway, she stopped and motioned for him to join her with a crook of her finger. He stood in front of her a moment later, as if he’d been pulled by an invisible chain, unable to resist. Up close, he was six-feet-six of muscle and danger. Pure temptation. Her lips edged into a slow smile. “We meet at last, Flowers.”
“HE WAS KNOWN AS THE Dark One. Malach ha-Maet. Yama. Azreal. Shadow Walker. Mairya. King of the Dead. He was all of those things and more, for he was a Lord of the Underworld. Long ago he had opened dimOuniak, a powerful box made from the bones of a goddess, unleashing a horde of demons upon the earth. As punishment, he and the warriors who aided him were forced to house those demons inside themselves, melding light and darkness, order and chaos, until they were barely able to retain any tether on the disciplined warriors they’d once been. Because”
“«Tu sei Anarchia. Dubito che ti preoccupi dei sentimenti altrui.»
«Non sai niente di me» ribatté seccamente.
«So che balli come se stessi facendo l'amore e so anche che hai il sapore della rovina di un uomo.»”
“Mr. Monogamy doesn’t find my shenanigans funny? Oh thank god, if you did I’d have to chuck it all and join a monastery.”
“When a sex tape gets made a star is born with a publicity agent on speed dial a six figure payout and a line of tacky lingerie in the works”
“Every prospect hopes you will heed the old New England proverb: “Don’t talk unless you can improve the silence.”
“She looks so broken, I don't want to hurt her more.”
“You never had me, Keaton, but I always had you.”
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