Page 220 of Shadowman
And if Byron Kangcan’thandle him, we’ll all wind up torn and tattered.
“I want to taste it,” Byron hums onto his lips. “Your sweet revenge.Show me, violet eyes.”
I’m surprised at his dedication. He’s so very close to diving off the deep end blindfolded, and it’s rather astonishing. I suppose it’s possible he could be the warrior Trevel’s been searching for. The one persontrulystrong enough to handle Trevel Fenwick…
Though it’s still a gamble I’m afraid to see him make.
“Partners in crime?” Trevel grins, and I’m stunned again when Byron chuckles.
That seems pretty rare. Sort of special, I think.
“Like Bonnie and Clyde,” he hums.
“Mmm… I’ll be your Clyde Barrow, baby,” Trevel beams. “You are my prison wife, after all.”
Byron shoves him playfully.
They give one another a final lingering look, and a kiss that’s too bright for the shadows.
Trevel peeks at me, and I wink. “It’s showtime.”
Look at these two…
Lemuel and Felix are in bed, wrapped up in one another. Kissing and rubbing their dicks together like two randy sluts.
See, if they weren’t so busy fingering each other,maybethey would’ve noticed that there are actualintrudersin their bedroom.Watching them and waiting to make our move.
But of course, they don’t notice. Because they’re inlove… Andengaged, apparently.Bleh.
“Focus,”Leo whispers, and I snap out of it. Focusing instead on Byron.
He’s…incredible. My shadowman, lingering in the darkness, stalking his prey.Like a predator who takes dick extremely well.
I bite my lip, containing my breaths and keeping still. I’ve always enjoyed stalking, but Byron is a pro. For someone so vibrant, he sure is able to blend into the background effortlessly. I admire that.
I also resent the rest of the world for not seeing him the way they should. The way hedeservesto be seen.
Oh well. Fuck ’em. More Byron Kang for me.
Just as Lemuel is lifting the shirt over Felix’s head, Byron lunges, stealthy like a jaguar. He hooks a fast arm around Dr. Love’s neck, yanking him backward with force.
While they’re struggling on the floor, I make my move, going for Felix Darcey. Jumping on top of him, I pin him to the bed, immediately holding the blade of the razor up to his throat.
“Easy now, sweetheart,” I rumble with a grin. “Wouldn’t want you gettingcarved, now would we?”
I hear Byron fighting Lemuel behind me, but I don’t dare take my eyes off of Felix. The fear in his irises gives me life. Gray storm clouds of worry behind his preppy glasses that melt into rage in seconds flat.
“If you hurt him, I swear to God…” he snarls, tone calm, body still. Hell, his heart rate is barely accelerated.
It is truly frightening.I love it.
My grin widens. “What?What do youswear to God…?”
Felix arches up, pushing his throat harder into the blade. “You’ll spend every waking moment of the rest of your life wishing I’d had the mercy to kill you quick.”
My tongue slides over my lower lip. “Such an adorable bloodthirsty monster.”
Grabbing him, I haul him up quickly, turning us both. I stand behind him, sealing his back to my chest, with the razor pressed firmly above his carotid artery.
