Page 73 of Sweet Violence
He deserved to lose all his minions. He let Jackotortureme for fuck's sake, then forced me to open a portal to Hell, then reach within myself for a connection to the devil I hadn’t asked for, and gutted me from edge to edge of my stomach.
So yeah, I kinda wanted to kill all his buddies.
I smirked at Trett's dismembered head. That was one down. And it couldn't have happened to a nicer person.
"Thanks for killing him," I said, and reached out to tug Joseph back for another kiss. "But we probably shouldn't take out anyone else unless they provoke us."
"He did provoke me. He sneered at my mate."
Okay. He was deadly serious about this. I didn't want to tell him how many times an asshole had looked down at me or told me he wanted to do X, Y, and Z to put me in my place.2
"Good point," I agreed. "But no one else today, yeah?"
He scowled down at the white sheets. "If no one insults my mate, I won't kill anyone."
"Thank you, cuddle monster."
That made a grin flash across his face. I liked the name, too. And the man. He'd grown on me like a barnacle, and I had no intention of prying him off.
"Alright," I said, drank the dregs of my coffee, and climbed out of bed. "Time to face the—holy motherfuckingoww."
Joseph flew to his feet and caught my shoulders, intently scanning my face. "What's wrong, mate? Tell me where to soothe you, and I will. Tell me who to kill, and they're dead."
I gave him a flat look. "First of all, you'd have to kill yourself, and that's out of the question. Second, my ass feels like a semi truck ploughed it."
Joseph choked on a laugh. "Ah." He stroked my cheek. "I would say sorry…"
"But you're not?" I guessed, rolling my eyes and stretching3to kiss him. "I'd threaten to claw your dick off in revenge, but you'd like that."
"Yes, I would," he purred, green-brown eyes flashing with desire.
"Sicko," I murmured, smiling.
"That's a compliment..."
"Yes, it is," I confirmed, kissing him again before moving over to where I'd propped my bag against the wall. The clothes were scrunched inside it, but anything was better than wearing my leathers again. I swore I could still smell all the fighting and fucking of the great hall on them.
Bent over, I rifled through the contents, and jumped when a cool hand curved over my ass.
"Can I help you?" I asked dryly.
"No, I'm good, my sweet," he replied, making me laugh as he fondled my ass to his heart's content.
"Can you go find X?" I asked when I found a black T-shirt and faded jeans. "I'm worried he'll have picked a fight with the wrong person."
"He can cripple someone with lust," Joseph said soothingly. "Their privates will explode long before they hurt him."
I straightened all at once, his hand slipping off my backside. "Seriously?I thought he was joking when he said that. His magic can really make a dick explode?"
"Yep," Joseph confirmed, smirking at the expression on my face. "But if it eases your worry, I'll go find him."
"Thank you." I leaned up to kiss his plush mouth again, my chest light at the ease of our interaction. "And I still want that breakfast. There better be a lot left; I get stabby when I'm hungry."
"I'll secure you a feast, my sweet," Joseph promised, heading for the door.
Sweeter words had never been spoken. I sighed, thoroughly, annoyingly, in L-word with that man.
I gave Trett's dismembered head a smirk. "What am I gonna do with you?"
