- 14th July
2011 - 14
- 14th July
2011 - 14
The name’s Malluce
“The name’s Malluce, asshole,” he hissed.
Barrons flicked a contemptuous gaze over the vampire, from frothy, bloody jabot to pointy-toed, silk-trimmed leather slippers.
“Malluce, asshole,” he repeated. “And here I thought your last name was ‘fashion nightmare.’”
- 14th July
2011 - 14
He crossed his arms and his gaze dropped to my glossy Lip-Venom red lips.
“Am I to understand there are called-for references to your mouth and oral sex with me, Ms. Lane? I’d like to hear them.”
- 11th July
2011 - 11
Her mouth’s usually too full.
“Just the latest piece of ass, McCabe.”
I no longer had to bite down. I was speechless.
McCabe laughed. “She talk?”
“Not unless I tell her to. Her mouth’s usually too full.”
I could feel my cheeks burning.
- 11th July
2011 - 11
- JZB: Where do your loyalties lie, Ms. Lane?
- Mac: With myself! With my sister! With my family, and screw all of you!
- 11th July
2011 - 11
It's time
- Mac: Okay, Barron's it's time.
- JZB: I am not helping you shave your legs.
- 4th July
2011 - 04
- 28th June
2011 - 28
- 28th June
2011 - 28
Yes, I Have Loved
“Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it’s none of your business, I have lost. Many things. And no, I am not like any other player in this game and I will never be like V’lane, and I get a hard-on a great deal more often than occasionally.”
He leaned fully against me and I gasped.
“Sometimes it’s over a spoiled little girl, not a woman at all. And yes, I trashed the bookstore when I couldn’t find you. You’ll have to choose a new bedroom, too. And I’m sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody’s does, and you go on. It’s how you go on that defines you.”
His hand relaxed on my throat.
“And I am going to tattoo you, Ms. Lane, however and wherever I please.”
- 28th June
2011 - 28
Who kissed you, Ms. Lane?
“You had something. What was it?” he demanded.
“An alcohol-laced kiss,” I said tightly. “Two, to be precise.”
“From who?”
“From whom, I believe is the correct phrasing.”
“Alright, from-the-fuck-whom, Ms. Lane?”
