I walked and breathed like a cursed man. It was a ridiculous, suffocating experience. Marina Fidel was eroding my senses. When I dreamed, I tasted her throat and heard her screams. The fact I didn't need to imagine those things made it worse. I'd buried myself in her welcoming thighs, gripped her...
Kite and I could have ended it already, but stalking Marina through the brush was unnervingly exciting. Granted, her first hiding spot had been pretty good. If she hadn't taken a shot at Kite, we might have struggled to find her. I'd been crouched down on the higher part of the slope when she'd h...
My hair was in a bun, but strands still escaped and plastered themselves to my face. I really should not have been helping Kite organize the bar, but I'd caught him grumbling about everything that wasn't getting done because, and I quote, “Jacob was out pretending to be Batman.” No single braince...
The speaker—a bored Irish girl in a buttoned up leather halter top and tight, cut-off denim shorts—slipped into the seat next to me with practiced ease. She propped her head up to look at me, diluted emerald eyes fluttering. It was an expression that was just flirty enough, keeping this interacti...
A stack of papers, thick as my wrist, outlined everything from liability, to timeline, to rules of the house. Flipping through it, I gave it a once over before simply staring at Seth. “Is this really necessary?” “I have a very private life, Ms. Starling. I need you to understand what you can, and...