Page 124 of Taming Seraphine

Before I can even protest, strong hands grab my shoulders and spin me around. Leroi glares down at me, his eyes still blazing. His lips flatten across his teeth, and every vein on his temple bulges. My gaze travels down to the arteries protruding from his neck, and I moan.

“You touched his cock,” he snarls.

Just as I think he’s about to chastise me, his lips crash onto mine in a punishing kiss.

FORTY-SEVEN

LEROI

What the fuck is she doing? I was looking forward to watching her drill through his heart, but when she started flirting with that bastard, realization sliced through me with a blade.

She’s trying to make me jealous.

This is her response to threatening her about manipulating Miko. I grind my teeth, my eyes narrowing as she runs those delicate little fingers over another man’s shaft.

I pull out my gun.

Paolo Rochas is about to die.

“Seraphine,” I growl.

She ignores me, but I catch a hint of her smirk as she aims the drill at the head of his cock.

My jaw drops. Is she going to?—

The drill bit slides into his urethra, tearing apart the flesh. Rochas screams, and the sound goes straight to my balls.

I can’t look away.

As she turns on the motor, my gut twists with horror and my cock fills with arousal. I’ve watched some freaky shit, but the sight of a beautiful woman destroying another man’s junk makes me so hard I’m lightheaded.

My breath quickens, and I’m torn between putting a bullet through the man’s head and tearing into Seraphine.

What the fuck have I unleashed?

I used to think Seraphine was an avenging angel, but she’s a beautiful little devil sent to tempt me into the depths of depravity. And I’ll follow her into all seven circles of hell.

Blood splatters across her face and neck, coating her in crimson, though it doesn’t break her from her euphoric haze. She fucks the shaft with slow, sensual strokes, using the oozing red liquid as a lubricant. Seraphine is so lost in her pleasure, she doesn’t notice that Rochas has stopped screaming.

The sight of her in her rapture heats my blood with raging desire. It should be me that makes her smile, and gives her this level of ecstasy, not the suffering of that greasy bastard.

His erection is barely deflated by the time she stands, even though blood continues to spurt from the deep cavity that she drilled.

I’m impressed with her precision, even more impressed at how she’s manipulated me to a point beyond reason. After slaying my rival, I cross the room, grab her arm, whirl her around. The blood roaring in my ears drowns out all thought and reason. She’s burrowed so deeply under my skin that I may as well be her puppet.

The thought of losing control ignites a burst of fury, and I kiss her hard and fast. My fingers twine through her hair and twist at the roots with a grip that makes her gasp.

When I break the kiss, she gazes up at me, her pupils so dilated that her irises are tiny rings of blue. The blood spattering across her pretty face makes her look feral and only adds to her allure.

Her lips lift with an unspoken challenge, and every instinct in my soul roars at me to tame this little demon and make her mine. But if I steal a second kiss, I won’t be able to stop.

“I flirted with him,” she says. “What are you going to do about it?”

I should step away, resist her allure, but lust fogs my vision until I no longer see sense.

“Damn it.”

My mouth descends on her parted lips, and I devour her with uncontrollable hunger. I slide my tongue into her welcoming warmth and groan as the drill drops to the concrete floor with a crash.

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