"You're so incredibly violent." He paused. "I think I like it"
"And you're not a decent person?"
Hawke lowered his gaze. "I'm many things. Decent is rarely one of them."
"The next time you go out, wear better shoes and thicker clothing. Those slippers are likely to be the death of you, and that dress... the death of me."
“You're an absolutely stunning, murderous little creature.”
Tell me what you enjoy, so I can make you love it.
"Very rarely is anything I do innocent, Princess."
Sometimes remembering those who died means facing your own mortality.
"But you know how easy it is to be yourself when you wear a mask." His voice was low as his gaze held mine. "How anything you want becomes achievable when you can pretend that no one knows who you are."
“How much of this have you read?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Probably not, but I need to know if you got to this part.”
He cleared his throat. Wait. Was he going to read from it? No. Please, no. “I only read the first chapter,” I said in a rush. “And you look like you’re in the middle of the book, so—”
“Good. Then this will be fresh and new to you. Let me see, where was I?” He dragged a finger over the page and then tapped the center.
“Oh, yes. Here. ‘Fulton had promised that when he was done with me that I wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a day, and he was right.’ Huh. Impressive.” My eyes widened.
“‘The things the man did with his tongue and his fingers had only been surpassed by his shockingly large, decadently pulsing, and wickedly throbbing—’” Hawke chuckled. “This woman has a knack for adverbs, doesn’t she?”
“You can stop now.”
“What?” I gasped.
“That’s the end of that sentence,” he explained, and when he glanced up, I immediately knew that whatever was about to come out of his mouth was going to burn me alive. “Oh, you may not know what she means by manhood. I do believe she’s talking about his cock. Prick. Dick. His—” “Oh, my gods,” I whispered.
“His—apparently—extremely large, throbbing and pulsing—”
“I get it! I completely understand.”
“Just wanted to make sure. Wouldn’t want you to be too embarrassed to ask and think she was referencing his love for her or something.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“And I’m about to stab you,” I warned. “In a very violent manner.”
passant ses lèvres sur les miennes. Le contact doux a envoyé une vague de conscience à travers moi. «Je vous ai dit la vérité, princesse. Je suis intrigué par vous et il est assez rare que quelqu'un m'intrigue.
«Alors,» répéta-t-il avec un petit rire alors que ses lèvres glissaient le long de ma mâchoire. «Vous avez changé ma soirée. J'avais prévu de retourner dans mes quartiers. Peut-être passer une bonne nuit de sommeil, quoique ennuyeuse, mais je soupçonne que ce soir sera tout sauf ennuyeux si je le passe avec toi.
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