Page 39 of A Love So Deadly
That only makes him smile more. “I beg to differ.”
If I worked anywhere else, I would’ve reported him to HR faster than a blink. But all I want is to jump his bones and fuck him senseless.
“I’m confused. Why do you look starved? I’ve fed you,” he says. “You’ve eaten.”
Another odd thing to say. “I’m not starved.”
Not for food anyway.
He leans in a little, within kissing distance, and I can see the vivid dark blue of his eyes. They seem to grow more intense, darker, almost black, as he looks at me, and my heart flutters. I’m hooked on him, my senses utterly drowned in him.
“I know someone who’s starving,” he whispers, breath dancing against my lips.
“What am I then? A meal?”
The air shifts the moment I say it, coils tight around us.
“I always like to bring something delicious with me to these things.”
“I’m not a snack.” I try to breathe. “I bite back.”
His one brow lifts. “Oh?”
Oh, hell… He’s hot. It’s a thought I can’t stop thinking. Hot. Gorgeous. Utterly fascinating and compelling with that edge of mysterious darkness around him.
I’m not, however, sure how much I like him.
Lucian’s smart, amusing, and part of my curiosity is for the man that seethes beneath the surface.
Predator.The spider. The cat.
Lucian runs a finger along one of the spaghetti straps of my silvery-black sparkling dress. “You look perfect.”
He must know what he’s doing to me. “For your sacrifice at midnight?”
“You’re going to attempt to kill me?” he asks. “How delightful. You’re a pretty little doll with sharp teeth.”
“Watch it, Lucy.” The words are snaps of sound.
He brings his mouth close to my ear and the subtle spice of him wraps about me. It’s evocative and wild, ancient and sophisticated. Elemental sex.Dark desire itself.
My head swims. He makes me want to offer myself to him, to tip my head and bare my throat, to take his cock and guide it into me.
“There’s no fun in that, Monty.”
I had been hoping the nickname I’d given him—Lucy—would’ve pissed him off. Annoy him. But, much to my dismay, he’s seemed to embrace it.
For me, Monty drives me crazy.
He Uno-reversed me. The bastard.
Even still, there’s an intimacy to using the nicknames for each other, a connection that I want to wrap myself in, and?—
“Lucian, ah, Mr. Vale.” An oily man interrupts my thoughts and heads our way.
“Vincent.” Though I swear he doesn’t move, Vittoria shifts into his line of sight and nods like she’s received a signal. The man seems to be caught in the timbre of Lucian’s voice, his body almost swaying.
Vittoria moves in closer. “Vinnie.”
