Page 27 of Lady Killer

She looked fuckingincensed.

Good.

Unable to resist, I lapped up her blood from where it coated my lips, swallowing the moan that tore from me as I savored the notes of salt and copper.

Luz’s tongue ran across the palm of my hand still plastered over her mouth.

“Did you just fucking lick me?”

She couldn’t speak.

Nor did she try to.

Instead, she simply glowered at me and tilted her chin up in defiance.

Checking her with my hips, I secured her against the wall.

“You have no idea what it means to tease a man like me, petite diablesse.” I pushed the length of my cock hard against the warm apex of her thighs and was rewarded by the chase of her hips.

At least one part of her wanted this.

More than one, judging by the curiosity brimming in her eyes alongside the rage.

She was a virgin. I was sure of it.

An electrical impulse fired somewhere in my brain, a thought not yet fully realized.

The sacrifices . . . virgins . . .

Teeth came down hard on my palm.

The fucking demoness bit me back.

A warm dribble of blood escaped from beneath my hand, running down her chin.

Fucccck.

A ragged groan escaped me.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, and I felt her sticky, wet lips soften against my palm as she relaxed in my hold.

My cock grew even harder as she caught herself just on the cusp of giving in, and I felt her freeze again.

I knew she wouldn’t give in so easily.

There was something about the idea of finally having a worthy adversary that made me almost as fucking hard as her biting me had.

My mind was made in that instant.

I was liable to fuck her right through the damn wall at this point, and I couldn’t have anyone interrupting us.

“If you scream, they’ll come.”

Her eyes narrowed.So?

Leaning forward, I took in her doll-like features, from those big round eyes to the cinnamon-colored freckles across her nose.

There was a smudge of mascara beneath her right eye, and never had a blemish brought me such gratification.

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