Hey everyone, I’m back one
final time for the night (it's way past midnight in Spain). Before I head to bed, I'm leaving you with a hot excerpt from The Lost Mercenary.
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Goodnight lovely readers!
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The Lost Mercenary +18 excerpt
Sharply taking hold of her hands, he
tied her wrists together. Pulling her to her feet, he bound her to the lowest
branch, forcing her to almost stand on her tiptoes. Her face was flushed, her
eyes bright and her hair disheveled, the taut braid she wore earlier
practically gone. Gregorii swept his gaze over her body and he felt his cock
ooze in appreciation. She was truly gorgeous. Curvy, with toned legs and
breasts with large hard nipples begging to be touched and tasted.
“Grearióus, release me or I will
kill you,” she threatened in a low murmur.
He lifted his eyes to her face and licked
his lips. He was anxious to kiss her again, yet he knew it would not be an easy
task at the moment. “I believe your position is not exactly one of ease for
killing, though I do not doubt your capabilities. You have a nasty right hook,”
he said, rubbing his shoulder. “And incredibly strong legs, not to mention a
delicious tasting pussy. No wonder you became mistress of the brothel.”
Emmeline spat at his feet and he
grinned.
“Tell me what I want to know and I
will release you and no one will know the better. We can even have a peaceful
fuck afterwards. I know you want it as much as I do.” He glanced into her eyes,
but she spat again, this time the dribble landing on his face. Chuckling, he
brushed it off like a bothersome fly.
“I’ve been submitted to worst
torture than this. You don’t have it in you to hurt me. You were never good at
hurting others.”
“It’s been ten years, Avalina, I
have changed.”
“No, you haven’t. You are still the
gentleman, the kind hearted soul who will help maidens in distress. You might
be a mercenary, but that is only on the outside. Inside, you are still that
playful boy with a heart of gold. I have seen you fight before and it was not
what we just did here. You didn’t want to hurt me,” she accused.
“You didn’t want to hurt me too
badly, either. You killed that man in the woods without contemplation. Right
now, you doubted your moves or we would both be very badly injured. In truth,
you’re still that vulnerable child challenging everyone because she’s scared of
the world.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No, Grearióus. I lost my
vulnerability the moment Ragnahall burned down. I admit I am scared of the
world. You have no idea what is out there, Gregorii,” she whispered anxiously.
“But now, I challenge for survival.”
“You don’t always have to fight
against everything, Ava,” he murmured. “You don’t have to fight me.”
He watched Emmeline carefully as she
lowered her lashes and chewed on her bottom lip, mulling on his words. In two
strides, he stood inches away from her, his fists clenched at his sides so he
wouldn’t touch her. She glanced up at him with large brown eyes full of fear,
causing his heart to flutter nervously.
“Why won’t you tell me why you’re really going to Karpathian?” he asked
softly.
Emmeline squared her jaw, her lips
thinning and her eyes growing hard. “There is nothing to tell, Gregorii.”
“I think there is.”
She shook her head, lose strands of
her long hair falling over her face, framing the pink lips he itched to kiss.
“You will tell me.”
“Like I said,”—she lifted her cool gaze
to his eyes—“there is nothing to tell.”
“I will torture you for
information.”
“I am no stranger to pain.”
Gregorii grinned and laughed.
Reaching out, he roughly cupped her jaw. She inhaled sharply. “The torture I
have in mind for you, Emmeline, my sweet Avalina, is quite different.” Dropping
his head, he captured her lips in a searing kiss. She hesitated for a fraction
of a second before opening her mouth to him and allowing his tongue to brush
hungrily against hers. Gregorii pressed the length of his body against hers,
wanting her to feel the need between his legs. He dropped his hands to her ass,
caressing and squeezing the firm, round globes. Emmeline whimpered, the sound
fueling his desire to new heights. His fingers brushed against the apex between
her thighs, the heat there blazing. Panting slightly, he pulled away.
“I am no stranger to sex,” she said
huskily.
Gregorii grinned. “I know, but I
believe that like most whores, you are a stranger to soul weakening desire. The
kind of attraction we feel for each other is as strange to you as it is to me.”
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1 comment:
It is very hot. Missed this one last night. thanks so much
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