Page 8 of Angel Betrayed

You don’t want to make me care.

Seline wasn’t a classically beautiful woman. Not porcelain perfect.

But she was sexy. Damn sexy. She had full, pouting lips and her deep, dark bedroom eyes were surrounded by thick lashes. A sweet little mole rested near the corner of her mouth—he wanted to lick that spot. Her cheeks were high and her chin a little sharp, giving her a slightly witchy look.

And the woman’s body…when he’d seen her on the stage at Temptation, he hadn’t been able to look away. Her legs stretched for miles and her breasts were high, round, and perfect. Her body was built for sin, and she could probably make a man beg.

If he were the begging type.

Sam never had been.

“Come on.” He grabbed her hand and hoisted Seline to her feet.

“No, your arm?—”

He closed his fingers around her shoulders. “I want a name, Seline.”

She blinked those sexy eyes at him.

“Tell me who that bastard was, and he’s dead.” Simple fact. The jerkoff had attacked her and left a knife in Sam. The prick wouldn’t be among the breathing for long. Sam would make sure of that fact. He’d also make sure the man’s final moments hurt. The days of Death being kind were long gone. Only cruelty remained.

“I don’t know! I didn’t see his face.”

Right. He’d noticed the mask. Sam sucked in a deep breath. “You didn’t have to see his face. You knew someone was coming for you. And you know who sent the guy.”

She shivered and hunched her shoulders. She stood tall, probably an inch or two under six feet, but despite her curves, her bones had a delicate feel. “I just want it to end.”

“It will,” he promised. Death was his business, and his business was booming.

She looked at him from beneath the thick veil of her lashes. “You said you wouldn’t help me.” Her breath hitched, and his hands tightened on her.

“I lied.” Like it had been the first time.

She swallowed, and her lips began to curl.

“The name. ”

Seline threw her arms around him and held on tight. Her body shook against his, and her breasts crushed into his chest.

The scent of jasmine rose over the stench in the alley and filled his nose.

“Thank you,” Seline whispered the words against his neck. Her lips brushed over his skin, and Sam was pretty sure he felt the quick lick of her tongue against him. His body stiffened with sensual tension. When she’d moved, his hands had shifted automatically. His palms rested on the curve of her ass. What a sweet ass it was.

But now wasn’t the time for sex. It was killing time, and he could kill a man as easily as he could caress a lover.

After all, Death only needed one touch.

“Please, Sam, get me out of here.” Fear had her voice shaking. “I’ll tell you everything.” She eased back and tilted her head up as she gazed at him. “Just take me to your place. Get me out of here.”

Not what he wanted. The thirst for blood and vengeance was too strong, but he didn’t know what kind of attack to expect. The sooner he got her secured, the sooner he’d have his fun. Sam nodded and felt the tightening in his shoulder. The wound was already closing. The attacker would have to do much better next time. He wasn’t easy prey. It takes a very special weapon to take me out. Nothing made of man can do the job.

“Come on.” Sam kept her hand in his as he pulled her to the edge of the alley. He was careful to keep his body positioned in front of hers. If another attack came, he’d be ready.

“How did you move so fast?” Her quiet question whispered out after a pause. “You were so far away.”

Speed was only one of his many gifts. “I’m not your average demon.” He opened the door of his black Jag and waited for her to crawl inside.

“No,” her soft voice answered him, “you’re not.”

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