The Darkest Passion

Hold everything. I missed a four-way chick fight. Then I find out someone's been nibbling." William's attention shifted to Olivia, who was still lying on the floor. "Please tell me our sweet little angel is the biter. It'll make me want her ever so much more.

You can include me, too." William blew Olivia a kiss, and her cheeks heated with a blush. "No need to say anything. I already know what words are perched on your tongue. Stop me if I'm wrong, but my getting to know you will be your pleasure.

Because you aren't who you think you are. You aren't what everyone else believes. You might have delivered countless deaths but you love more fiercely than anyone I've ever known.

He gulped. "No, we aren't done chatting. Why aren't you afraid of dying?" "Everything and everyone has an end," she said. "I mean, you're going to be killed soon and though I loathe the thought, you don't see me crying about that, either. I know what will happen, and I accept what cannot be changed. I'm trying to live while I can. While WE can. Dwelling on the bad is what destroys all hints of joy.

You're going to have to settle on one eventually. Why not save us both the hassle, close your eyes and point. Whoever you're pointing at will be our winner." "I've played that game once before. Ended up--" Paris shuddered. "Never mind. It's not good to wander down that particular memory trail. So no. Just no.

One step, two...three...Soon she was in front of Aeron, smiling at her success. "What was that?" he asked. "Walking." "Took you so long, I'm officially fifty years older." She raised her chin, pride undiminished. "Well, I didn't fall.

Forceful little thing, aren’t you?” “You have no idea. So we doing this or not?” Those lush lips twitched. “Let me get this straight. We’re going to the bathroom, and I’m going to fuck you, and you don’t even care to know my name?” “I’d actually prefer it if you’d keep your stupid mouth closed.” Oops. Her hatred was slipping out. “Well, well. You might just be my soul mate.

When you lost something precious, the memories of it became a tormenting reminder of what you could never have again.

Need a triumph, his demon whined. I'll get you one. Promise. Sure? What are you, Doubt? Yeah, I'm sure.

Why? Do you plan to make out with her?" His teeth ground with so much force he feared they would soon be nothing but a fond memory. "I plan to question her." "Ah. So that's what the kids are calling it these days. Well, have fun." with that, a still-grinning Paris strolled from the room.

Desecrate our temple, will you? Go ahead. However, I suggest you say goodbye to your cock before you do so.” Win! Not a challenge, not a challenge, not a fucking challenge. Please don’t let that be a challenge. He had a feeling the woman meant what she’d said. If he whipped out Stridy Monster to relieve himself, he’d lose Stridy Monster. And there was no greater tragedy than that. Ask anyone who’d been with him. “Uh,

His skin was furred like that of a horse. Snakes danced and hissed from his head, their thin bodies acting as his hair. Two long fangs protruded over his bottom lip. He had human hands, but his feet were hooves. Muscle was stacked upon muscle on his torso, and his nipples were pierced by two large silver rings. Metal chains circled his neck, wrists and ankles, and those chains kept him tethered to the pillars. “Who are you?” Strider demanded. No need to ask what the thing was. Ugly as shit covered it. He

«Puoi baciarmi, se vuoi» lo invitò provocante. Per un attimo parve che il cuore e il respiro di Aeron si fermassero, mentre i suoi occhi si accendevano di una luce infuocata. «Non dovrei. Sei un angelo.» «Caduto» gli ricordò lei per l’ennesima volta. «L’altro giorno sarei potuta morire. Sarei potuta morire anche oggi e in tal caso sarei morta senza conoscere il tuo sapore. Che peccato, dal momento che è tutto quello che desidero.» «Non dovrei» ripeté lui. Si chinò in avanti, ma purtroppo si fermò appena prima di sfiorarla. Olivia cercò di soffocare un grido di frustrazione. «Spiegami perché.» «Non ho bisogno di distrazioni.» Be’, almeno non si era tirato indietro. «Non ho bisogno di una donna. Non ho bisogno di niente.» In effetti, nessun uomo pareva così deciso a restare solo. «Be’, io ho bisogno di distrarmi» dichiarò Olivia invece di mettersi a discutere. Gli posò una mano sul collo e lo attirò a sé. Aeron avrebbe potuto opporre resistenza e fermarla, ma non lo fece e cadde su di lei. Rimasero a guardarsi negli occhi a lungo: il corpo di lui la inchiodava al letto e nessuno dei due sembrava in grado di respirare. «Aeron» sussurrò Olivia infine. «Sì?» «Non so cosa fare» ammise lei. «Io sì» rispose lui di slancio. Poi le coprì la bocca con la propria.

If that dickwad Sabin wants to talk to her, that means Gwennie will want to, as well.” Kaia drummed her nails against the tabletop. “And as you know, puppy, I ensure that my sister gets what she wants. Besides, I’m about to die of boredom since no one has attacked the fortress as promised.” “Harpy,” Aeron snapped. “Don’t try my patience. You will obey me in this and let the angel go.” “Warriors are so adorable when they think they’re all tough and commanding.” Kaia’s arm shot out, again rattling dishes, and she snatched up a handful of eggs. A handful she then launched at Aeron. Olivia quickly dodged, and the eggs slapped Aeron in the face. His lips curled in a grimace as he wiped away the yellow mess. Rather than touch her again, however, he flattened his palms on the arms of the chair. Kaia