By Jackie Kessler
Daunuan was once by no means the formidable kind. there is loads to like approximately his activity simply how it is - fabulous sexual prowess, the facility to seduce any human, first-class dental plan. yet now Pan, the King of Lust, has provided to make Daun his right-hand incubus - a place different demons could provide their left horn for. All he has to do is attract a soul destined for heaven right into a damnable act of lust. should still take, oh, seven mins, tops. Then he meets his aim, Virginia Reed. She's lovely. humorous. clever. Unfathomably proof against his charms. He cannot know it. yet Duan has centuries of seduction to his credits. in the end, he tells himself, he will rework this polar ice-cap of a feminine right into a pool of molten desire...Meanwhile, he has to accommodate an outbreak of rogue demons. Hell-bent on taking him down, despatched through an unknown enemy with a significant grudge. And another challenge: the dawning realisation that he is falling in love - that unholiest of four-letter phrases - with the lady he is approximately to doom for all eternity...
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The confusion I saw staring back at me was like a shot of whiskey burning the back of my throat. Mmm. Straddling her hips, I rubbed against her, just once, just enough to send her body signals that her brain was still too fuzzy to interpret. Beneath us, the ruined bed protested but still held. I was planning on breaking it within ten minutes. Anticipation… She blinked, tried to open her mouth. Then she tried to move her body. No dice; she was frozen on her back, her arms by her sides, her virginal white silk dress covering her from knockers to knees.
I’ve got all the paperwork. ” Oh, really? ” I’d known about the woman; there was a reason she was a client, after all. The man, though, was a surprise. Then again, I hadn’t bothered to research him. He wasn’t the one I was supposed to fuck to death. ” His eyes gleamed, and a smile unfurled on his softening face. “The gospel of butchery. ” I’d heard the Wrath party line before. “That’s lovely. ” He bared his teeth in a parody of a grin. ” Humans, attacking a demon? Outside of some wildly popular television shows, that was unheard of.
She reeked of passion and panic. Mmm. Soon, soon, soon. “That’s how it works. You kiss me willingly, and then boom. Magic. ” She opened her eyes, looked at me as those fat tears kept winding down her cheeks. “Please,” she said. “I wasn’t going to hurt you, not you…” “Uh, uh, uh. That’s a lie. Shame. ” I pressed the nails of my fingers harder against her plump thigh. “You and hubby, you were going to kill me good and dead, then do whatever it is serial killers do to celebrate. Champagne, maybe? A bloodbath?