I am starting to believe that Lexi C. Foss is not of this world. This book is her first journey into the world of romantic suspense, and she mastered it so thoroughly that I am convinced that she's magical. Killian is so deliciously dark, and such a such a super hot bad boy with a penchant for playing with knives that you will want to play with him long after the story ends. Amara is such a beautifully broken heroine that watching him heal her is equal parts heart breaking and heart mending. The story has some dark themes, and deals with human trafficking, so be warned if those are triggers for you. But if you enjoy watching people find love even when they are in dark places, read this one today, and you won't be sorry.
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"Careful, kitten," he murmured, his opposite hand still holding the knife against my breast. "I'll draw blood when I want to, not because you're forcing me to."
No panties. Just the thin wool of his trousers against my bare pussy. I writhed against him, emotions mingling with a dark yearning inside me, begging to be unleashed.
I shuddered, my body moving to his command, my nipples throbbing, my clit begging. And as if he heard me, he slid his hand from my hip to the place I needed him most, and played me with expert skill. I shattered around him, stars blinking behind my eyes and sending me to a plane of existence not of this world.
Deceit requires punishment.
But what happens when the mark is innocent?
Killian "Dagger" Bedivere
My latest assignment has evolved into a game of deciphering whom to trust--the renowned politician who hired the Cavalieri Della Morte, or the runaway bride?
She's gorgeous, conniving, and everything I crave in a woman.
She's also my target.
Rule number one: Never fall for the mark.
Rule number two: F*ck rule number one.
Amara "Scarlet" Rose
I never wanted this world, but the decision wasn't mine to make. I always belonged to him. Now there's a new player on the board--one hell-bent on destroying all my plans.
He's lethal, handsome, and everything I should fear.
Rule number one: Don't trust anyone.
Rule number two: Do everything you can to survive, even if it means breaking rule number one.
And rule number three: When in doubt, kill.
* * *
"Are you trying to play, darling? Because I should warn you, I'm not easily manipulated."
I didn't doubt that for a second.
However, men were easy creatures who adored sex. And I excelled at seduction. A requirement of my upbringing.
"What time are you delivering me to Malcom?" I asked, applying subtle pressure to his groin. Just enough to tease and to show I knew how to handle him.
"Whenever I want," he replied, his voice deepening. "Dead or alive."
"But I'm worth more to you alive." The words were more for my benefit than for his. It meant he would be hesitant to stab me--at least fatally. Of course, I'd prefer to avoid it altogether.
He smiled. "You were listening. Good girl."
I'm going to enjoy hurting you, I decided, my mouth curling with the thought.