Page 47 of Brutal Ice

Letting lust reign. Letting need dominate? So. Much. Better.

She’d changed her attire after getting back to her dressing room. Put on soft, supple yoga pants that hugged her legs and delectable ass. A loose top that fell off one shoulder. Her hair was still twisted up into a bun, but loose tendrils had escaped to tease her cheeks.

A moan slid from her throat, and he greedily took the passionate sound. She hadn’t turned away from him when he’d started revealing his past to her.

Thrown away. Left behind.

And she’d cried for him.

She knew about his hunts. About the twisted extracurricular activity as Avalon called it.

Hunting like a monster. Feeding the darkness inside.

And she wanted to be his partner. She wanted to hunt with him.

How the hell was he supposed to stop from absolutely consuming her?

Her hands slid over his back. She pulled him closer. “Royal…” A husky cry of his name.

He forced his head to lift. Violet blinked up at him. Eyes heavy with passion, not fear. She wanted him. No lie. He was ready to fight the world for her.

Or to just kill some deserving bastards. Whatever worked.

“You’re coming home with me,” Royal told her, all too aware that his voice had gone ragged.

She licked her lower lip.

Sonofa—

“Safer that way,” he rasped. “I’ve got great security. You’ll be protected at my place.”

“Right. Protected.”

Her voice dripped over him like the best sin.

He sucked in a breath and decided to give her a fair warning. “You’ll also be fucked.”

Chapter Ten

Her lips curled. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

What. In. The. Hell? He shook his head. What in the hell am I supposed to do with you, Violet Murphy?

“Because I want to fuck you, Royal. And I don’t care if it’s right or wrong or anything and everything in between. I want you.” Then she surprised the hell out of him—even more. Her hand slid between their bodies. Skated down his chest. Down his stomach. And her fingers pressed to the heavy erection that thrust against the front of his pants.

“Violet.”

“I want to go down on you. You tasted me. I want to taste you.”

He had to close his eyes and breathe. Because the visual that just flooded his head was too incredible. Violet, on her knees before him.

Oh, hell, yes.

But the cops were in the building. Still talking to witnesses. Still checking the scene. Dancers rushed around the dark, back halls of the theater. Surely, he wouldn’t be so bad as to fuck her mouth with everyone so close…

“I think you’ll taste amazing.”

His eyes opened.

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