Lassiter 21 – Black Dagger Brotherhood Read Online J.R. Ward

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Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 154735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
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“Double.”

“Double vents?”

“Of course.”

“Silk or light wool.”

“Wool. Silk suits are nouveau rich. And you must have eyes in the back of your head.”

“I know where everything is.” She halted and lifted her chin. “You were in that basement today. I could sense you.”

He debated lying, but that was weak, even if he was the only one who knew he was fibbing. What, like, he couldn’t handle her?

“Let’s just say I took a page out of your book.”

Her black eyes narrowed. “You could have at least greeted me properly.”

Lash stepped in close to her and looked down into that face. As he opened his mouth, he was going to tell her the fuck off. Demand to know who the fuck she thought she was to reprimand him for a lack of manners. Dismiss her because he could find not only a good suit, but another lay—

“How the fuck are you so beautiful.”

When he heard his own voice, he would have taken the words back if he could have—except they were true. The demon was exquisite, her eyes topped with brows that arched as if by aesthetic engineering, her nose an unobtrusive straight shot to her mouth, her cheekbones high and prominent and balanced by her jaw, and her red lips… well, they were a goddamn work of art. She was Angelina Jolie and Gal Gadot and Elizabeth Hurley ca. the Versace safety pin dress, all rolled into one.

Her true secret sauce, though, was what was under that skin she clothed herself in.

She was a nasty piece of work, and to him, that was her biggest appeal.

Snapping a hold around her waist, he yanked her against him—and she pushed at his chest.

“What are you doing.”

“Greeting you properly.”

He took those lips with the aggression he’d been banking, and the moan that came out of the demon was exactly what he was after. The second he heard it, he released her mouth and spun her around, grabbing a hunk of her hair and pushing her forward until she ran into a display and knocked a mannequin in a maroon suit off the block on which it had been mounted. As the crash reverberated through the empty store, he bent her over and popped her hips.

Then he got out his hunting knife.

As Devina turned her head and looked back at him, he lifted the blade up so she could see it. And even though there wasn’t a lot of light, the flash of the steel gleamed like her eyes.

She threw out her hands and locked on to the edges of the cube he’d sprawled her all over. Then she bit her lower lip, her sharp white front teeth bearing down on the plump softness.

Planting his palm in between her shoulder blades, he held her in place as he took the knife and put the point right at where his cock was going to go. The sharp tip pricked into the leather seam, locking into the hide, and he added pressure into the grip, pushing the—

The demon gasped and arched up, her brunette hair swinging free.

“It is not just about the suit tonight,” he growled.

Twisting the hilt back and forth, he needled through the overlap and the stitches, working his way in, boring through the barrier.

The scent of her arousal exploded in his nose, and as he kept going—

The orgasm took her hard, her pelvis working, her sex seeking the hunting knife, and as she writhed, he slapped her ass, the tight black leather translating the impact of his palm right into her. As she cried out his name, the breach happened, pink, gleaming flesh peeking through as a seam opened. Reholstering the knife, he took his two forefingers and inserted them in the hole, widening it—then he kept going so that they teased her core.

Crooking a hold on either side of the aperture, he started to rip, and the leather cut into him as it fought the separation.

Millimeter by millimeter, he exposed her flesh, and the more he saw of it, the harder the heartbeat in his cock.

He didn’t make it all the way. He’d intended to part the leathers completely.

He couldn’t wait.

Rearing up over her, he tore his zipper down, palmed his rock-hard shaft, and lasered into her sex—

The demon let out a holler as he took another grab of that hair and started slamming his hips into her, using the hold to help with his rhythm by pulling her tresses like a rope. The clapping was loud, and he liked the way her torso jerked back and forth, how she had to hold on to the display block even tighter. How she strained to take him, her arms bowing out. How she orgasmed and milked at him.

Lash started coming immediately, and he rode the sensations, his upper lip peeled off his fangs, his body taking over.


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