Page 21 of A Love So Deadly
I can’t ask him about Kayla, not outright, but I can put in groundwork.
Last night I meant to google the shit out of him, but I didn’t. Instead, I spent time researching what my job might actually entail because after meeting Lucian, after seeing the office and his weird starting times, it didn’t sound like an office job belonging to a receptionist or office assistant.
It sounded like a right-hand man job for a celebrity.
It sounded…weird.
But I’m in and that’s all that matters. I reach for the decanter.
Lucian’s suddenly there, his hand on my wrist, stopping me. My heart tips hard and our gazes lock. Everything faded to his searing touch on me. It’s tight, a manacle and the most seductive, softest stroke along my senses I can imagine.
His mouth is so beautiful…
“I’m not thirsty. Not for that,” he murmurs.
“What are you thirsty for?”
I flicker my gaze up, and his shifts down, his meaning reverberating through me.
“You.”
I can’t move. I can’t think. All I want is his mouth on mine.
He leans in close. So fucking close I can almost taste him, and he smells decadent, like melting dark chocolate and incense, wood and smoke. He smells like sin, compelling, and I tilt my head back.
His breath feathers over my lips, and my eyes flutter shut as he closes that gap between us. His lips whisper over mine.
And I’m ready…
Chapter
Six
Lucian
Iwant to kiss her. And it shocks me enough, that want, that I don’t.
I’m close, so close I can taste her in my mouth. Sweet with sunshine. But I veer away at the last minute.
Her eyes snap open, and she stumbles back, but I still have her wrist so I stop her fall. I shouldn’t be touching her.
I want to. I want to have her on her knees. I want her to crawl across the room and offer me everything she is. Her ass, her cunt, her lifeblood.
I want to cast ropes.
I want to make her sing with longing, draw out the frustrations and the edge of her orgasm until she’s broken and mine to bend to my will. I need her to submit in the purest form.
Without glamor. Without mesmerizing. Just because she wants to be my perfect slave.
She’s fascinating. She intrigues me. So maybe that’s why I want to kiss her. Just to see what might happen. Elliot’s able to fight my glamor and mesmerizing voice somehow.
Admittedly, I didn’t use them at full power. I don’t want to with her. Not unless I have to. But still, it’s been a long time since someone’s been able to resist. Even the slightest. In fact, I can’t remember anyone specifically.
I touch her finger, and the cut is almost healed. By tomorrow it’ll be gone, so I resist sucking on it once more.
She’s human. I’m done with humans. But having an assistant is something I need. And usually I’ll hire someone to accompany me to events, someone stunning who draws eyes, someone I can make forget ever meeting me. Someone I can, if I wish, feed on after, just to really solidify the wiping of their memory.
I want to find out what makes Elliot tick, why she applied for the job.
