Page 120 of Wicked Believer
Every inch of this guy is built, lethal ...
Except for his lips.
His lips are the only thing about him that appear soft.
Like they could destroy you slowly.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more perfect pair of lips on a man before.
And then there was that freaky skeletal mask I could have sworn I saw him wearing at the club that made my instincts stand on alert like I was prey. Not to mention the array of black tattoos down his arm are ...
My ovaries stand at attention.
I tear my gaze away, trying my best not to ogle him and feeling ashamed that I’m even capable of doing so, considering ...
I glance to where the sky continues to rain ash.
Tattoos are just that. Body art. Nothing more, nothing less. Except for mine. I glance down at the new snake on my wrist. Lucifer has several. A few black angelic runes and sigils that creep over his chest and shoulders, sometimes peeking through his shirt collar when his tie hangs loose, though they’re nothing like this.
Nothing that makes him look like he’s unfit for polite society.
Though I knowexactlyhow much of an animal Lucifer can be.
He’s just light-years better at concealing it than this guy.
I glance down at the headlines still glaring on my phone.
“Who are—”
“I ask the questions here.” My stranger starts to circle, like a tiger stalking its prey, and I think I see a flash of that skeletal face again.
But it can’t be.
I jerk back. “Excuse me?”
“What were you doing on the roof yesterday?” he asks, his deep, graveled voice vibrating through me.
Like he actually expects me to answer.
I gape at him. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
“I’d say it is, considering it was me you were flirting with.”
“Flirting with?”
Who does this guy think he is?
“Death,” he says, reading my expression easily. A flash of that skeletal face shows.
No nose. Hollowed eyes. Shadowed bones. Exposed teeth.
There and gone in a blink.
No, it couldn’t be. I shake my head.
“Tell me that’s some kind of biker name,” I plead.
He’sbuiltlike a biker, or those hot actors who play one on TV, anyway, if you put him in a leather cut.
