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murderer and a girl on the edge of a deedub death? Holy crap. Reina grabbed her sister’s arm. “Nat! Get away from him—”
“Let go of me. He’s a client.” Natalie jerked her arm free and sent Reina slamming back against a bookshelf. Boxes of chocolates tumbled down on top of her.
“Reina!” Trinity raced over. “Are you okay?”
“We have to stop her.” Reina shoved a box off her. “She’s going to think she can survive his orgasms and die, just like how my mom tried to get it on with a succubus on meth.”
Natalie’s attention was riveted on the Godfather. “I’ve never tried to lower a man’s virility.”
His mouth was inches from hers. “Try,” he whispered.
“Yeah, okay.” She gripped his balls in her palm. “Eat.”
He slipped the chocolate spheres in his mouth as Reina scrambled to her feet. “He’s Magick, Natalie, it won’t work on him. You can’t make him less dangerous.” Was he Magick? He had to be. No ordinary human could orgasm a hundred women to death, no matter how sexy he was.
The Godfather shot an annoyed look at Reina, and she felt her insides melt. Suddenly, all she could think of was how it would feel to have Jarvis’s lips working their way down her spine. Over her hips. On her belly. Then lower, and lower. He would slide his tongue inside her, and—
Trinity fell to her knees with a groan. “We’ve got to get Natalie.”
“I’ll get her.” Reina closed her eyes and willed herself to think of Jarvis’s haunted eyes. Of the monster within him. Of the trepidation that clawed at her gut when she saw him watching her. Her body went ice cold, and the relentless sexual need consuming her eased enough for her to access her raw fear of the man who was about to kill her sister.
Grasping onto that terror like a lifeline, Reina sprinted across the room and jerked Natalie out of the Godfather’s grasp. “Get out of my store,” Reina ordered him. “Now!”
“No.” The Godfather vaulted over the counter and headed right for Natalie. “I’m taking her.”
“Yes, take me.” Natalie started struggling and Reina knew she wouldn’t be able to hold her for long.
“Natalie! Don’t do this!” Reina felt her own muscles begin to tremble, responding to the vibes he was giving off. One more minute, and she was going to drop to the floor in an orgasm and be screaming Jarvis’s name while a beast carried her sister off into the sunset.
Her sister was going to die, and there was no way she could save her. She felt it in her heart, in the depths of her soul. This man was her sister’s fate. Augustus didn’t matter anymore, because her sister’s time to die had just arrived.
***
Jarvis had about one second to commend himself for tracking Reina down so efficiently, and then he caught the scent of arousal. Instinctively, he went for his sword. After one hundred and fifty years at the merciless and not-so-doting hands of Angelica and her apprentices, a room that smelled like sex was a room that meant pain, torture, and women who thought foreplay meant jabbing toothpicks in his nuts.
“Jesus.” Nigel came to a dead stop beside him. “It feels like the Pit of Sexual Pain and Pleasure.” He white-knuckled the doorway. “I’m already traumatized enough by bad sex. I’m going to have nightmares tonight.”
“I hear you, buddy.” Jarvis surveyed the room and saw the women were down on their knees behind the counter, hunched over like they’d just been sucker punched. Shit. Was she hurt? “Reina!” He tore across the room, shoving his way through the men crowding the door.
One was leering at Reina and Trinity like they were pole dangers in a seedy bar, and Jarvis slammed the butt of his sword into the bastard’s head as he went past. “Learn some manners,” he snapped as he vaulted the counter and landed beside the girls. “Reina. I’m here.”
She looked up at him. “Jarvis?”
He froze, shocked by the raw lust in her eyes. Jesus. No one had ever
“Let go of me. He’s a client.” Natalie jerked her arm free and sent Reina slamming back against a bookshelf. Boxes of chocolates tumbled down on top of her.
“Reina!” Trinity raced over. “Are you okay?”
“We have to stop her.” Reina shoved a box off her. “She’s going to think she can survive his orgasms and die, just like how my mom tried to get it on with a succubus on meth.”
Natalie’s attention was riveted on the Godfather. “I’ve never tried to lower a man’s virility.”
His mouth was inches from hers. “Try,” he whispered.
“Yeah, okay.” She gripped his balls in her palm. “Eat.”
He slipped the chocolate spheres in his mouth as Reina scrambled to her feet. “He’s Magick, Natalie, it won’t work on him. You can’t make him less dangerous.” Was he Magick? He had to be. No ordinary human could orgasm a hundred women to death, no matter how sexy he was.
The Godfather shot an annoyed look at Reina, and she felt her insides melt. Suddenly, all she could think of was how it would feel to have Jarvis’s lips working their way down her spine. Over her hips. On her belly. Then lower, and lower. He would slide his tongue inside her, and—
Trinity fell to her knees with a groan. “We’ve got to get Natalie.”
“I’ll get her.” Reina closed her eyes and willed herself to think of Jarvis’s haunted eyes. Of the monster within him. Of the trepidation that clawed at her gut when she saw him watching her. Her body went ice cold, and the relentless sexual need consuming her eased enough for her to access her raw fear of the man who was about to kill her sister.
Grasping onto that terror like a lifeline, Reina sprinted across the room and jerked Natalie out of the Godfather’s grasp. “Get out of my store,” Reina ordered him. “Now!”
“No.” The Godfather vaulted over the counter and headed right for Natalie. “I’m taking her.”
“Yes, take me.” Natalie started struggling and Reina knew she wouldn’t be able to hold her for long.
“Natalie! Don’t do this!” Reina felt her own muscles begin to tremble, responding to the vibes he was giving off. One more minute, and she was going to drop to the floor in an orgasm and be screaming Jarvis’s name while a beast carried her sister off into the sunset.
Her sister was going to die, and there was no way she could save her. She felt it in her heart, in the depths of her soul. This man was her sister’s fate. Augustus didn’t matter anymore, because her sister’s time to die had just arrived.
***
Jarvis had about one second to commend himself for tracking Reina down so efficiently, and then he caught the scent of arousal. Instinctively, he went for his sword. After one hundred and fifty years at the merciless and not-so-doting hands of Angelica and her apprentices, a room that smelled like sex was a room that meant pain, torture, and women who thought foreplay meant jabbing toothpicks in his nuts.
“Jesus.” Nigel came to a dead stop beside him. “It feels like the Pit of Sexual Pain and Pleasure.” He white-knuckled the doorway. “I’m already traumatized enough by bad sex. I’m going to have nightmares tonight.”
“I hear you, buddy.” Jarvis surveyed the room and saw the women were down on their knees behind the counter, hunched over like they’d just been sucker punched. Shit. Was she hurt? “Reina!” He tore across the room, shoving his way through the men crowding the door.
One was leering at Reina and Trinity like they were pole dangers in a seedy bar, and Jarvis slammed the butt of his sword into the bastard’s head as he went past. “Learn some manners,” he snapped as he vaulted the counter and landed beside the girls. “Reina. I’m here.”
She looked up at him. “Jarvis?”
He froze, shocked by the raw lust in her eyes. Jesus. No one had ever
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