Bozena and Sveta (Neuripra) Read Online Free Page A
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doesn't hurt. You broke my bones tonight just to prove your might. That's the coward's route. Your spirit is in peril and only fire can purify it. Leave, or I will do my duty right here and let the consequences of kicking your ass in public be damned!”
The power is so ripe at my fingertips it's itching to blast free into the angel, and he can sense it. He gives me one last flash of bright light and vanishes from the dark road... which is oddly silent tonight.
Expelling the anger through exhalation, I turn and stare at the skid marks and destruction.
He tried to kill me.
That motherfucking angel attempted murder tonight.
Pissed off beyond measure, I unzip my jacket and withdraw my phone, checking it still works.
Dawdling back to the broken steed, I snap when Zauran answers, “Your theory is off. Venix just took me out on the highway and risked exposure. I'm halfway home on the Banja side of E-70. Come pick me up, my bike's trashed, and we need to talk about this vampyre problem.”
Sitting down next to my Ghost, I know it's unsalvageable. Looking over the ragged leather covering my body, I finally release the rage I was holding in by punching the gas tank.
This situation is way worse than I thought it was. Way, way , worse.
Chapter 5
Zarak :
She sashays across the dance floor, lingering her touch on the arms she walks past, pausing to smile, wink, her sexy laugh igniting libidos and interest as she maneuvers strategically from human to vampyre, sliding hands over muscles, staring lust into male and female eyes without prejudice.
Cloaked in the deep shadows which are the hallmark of all Pravus clubs, I survey the owner of the megalithic nightclub chain seducing anyone who gets close enough to her intoxicating poison.
The closer she hip sways to me, the taller and tenser I stand, until I'm so rigid my muscles ache.
Her smile freezes and ice blue eyes ringed with a circle of blood-red peer into the darkness wrapped around me.
It gives me substantial satisfaction when her nipples harden under the flimsy silk stretched across them and long platinum hair is clutched in her hand, exposing the only betraying movement of fear.
I step into the dim sanguine light, staring down at the tall vampyre. She's 5'9, but still midget by my standards. I hold out on the smile, waiting to see if she runs, or swallows that fear and puts on the mask of bravery.
Come closer, Ellindt. Come on... I dare you.
Long legs polished to a sheen pause on crippling white stilettos, and then they move, taking the steps in mesmerizing deliberation, hollowing out her hips as the silk-soft skirt clings in all the right places, and cleavage bounces provocatively.
Her mouth is open, pouting full lips glossed with sin and breathless with dread. I can hear her gasping even though the music in here could deafen the sane.
She's terrified, but has the good sense to try to hide it.
I'm in a bastard mood, so wait for her to come to me without moving. Here kitty kitty, come to the lion's den.
Nothing says 'I own you' more than having the most powerful woman on earth responding to my presence, beneath me, just the right height for....
It was fun the first time, but now... She used to be a challenge and now she's scared of getting hurt. She can dish it out but she's never been gifted at taking the pain she savors in others.
“ Zarak?” she whispers, staring up at me with eyes widened by passion and terror.
Sometimes the physical response is the same to both.
I incline my head, inhaling the signature celestial perfume she always wears. Just the scent of her reignites an old flame that's been smoldering in my subconscious.
“ Ellindt,” I smile, finally unlocking my folded arms and opening them wide in a hug invitation.
This is the true test.
She swallows and her slow heartbeat races with uncharacteristic speed. Her breath becomes ragged and her fingers tremble.
It makes me sadistically hard to catch her response to me.
This is the
The power is so ripe at my fingertips it's itching to blast free into the angel, and he can sense it. He gives me one last flash of bright light and vanishes from the dark road... which is oddly silent tonight.
Expelling the anger through exhalation, I turn and stare at the skid marks and destruction.
He tried to kill me.
That motherfucking angel attempted murder tonight.
Pissed off beyond measure, I unzip my jacket and withdraw my phone, checking it still works.
Dawdling back to the broken steed, I snap when Zauran answers, “Your theory is off. Venix just took me out on the highway and risked exposure. I'm halfway home on the Banja side of E-70. Come pick me up, my bike's trashed, and we need to talk about this vampyre problem.”
Sitting down next to my Ghost, I know it's unsalvageable. Looking over the ragged leather covering my body, I finally release the rage I was holding in by punching the gas tank.
This situation is way worse than I thought it was. Way, way , worse.
Chapter 5
Zarak :
She sashays across the dance floor, lingering her touch on the arms she walks past, pausing to smile, wink, her sexy laugh igniting libidos and interest as she maneuvers strategically from human to vampyre, sliding hands over muscles, staring lust into male and female eyes without prejudice.
Cloaked in the deep shadows which are the hallmark of all Pravus clubs, I survey the owner of the megalithic nightclub chain seducing anyone who gets close enough to her intoxicating poison.
The closer she hip sways to me, the taller and tenser I stand, until I'm so rigid my muscles ache.
Her smile freezes and ice blue eyes ringed with a circle of blood-red peer into the darkness wrapped around me.
It gives me substantial satisfaction when her nipples harden under the flimsy silk stretched across them and long platinum hair is clutched in her hand, exposing the only betraying movement of fear.
I step into the dim sanguine light, staring down at the tall vampyre. She's 5'9, but still midget by my standards. I hold out on the smile, waiting to see if she runs, or swallows that fear and puts on the mask of bravery.
Come closer, Ellindt. Come on... I dare you.
Long legs polished to a sheen pause on crippling white stilettos, and then they move, taking the steps in mesmerizing deliberation, hollowing out her hips as the silk-soft skirt clings in all the right places, and cleavage bounces provocatively.
Her mouth is open, pouting full lips glossed with sin and breathless with dread. I can hear her gasping even though the music in here could deafen the sane.
She's terrified, but has the good sense to try to hide it.
I'm in a bastard mood, so wait for her to come to me without moving. Here kitty kitty, come to the lion's den.
Nothing says 'I own you' more than having the most powerful woman on earth responding to my presence, beneath me, just the right height for....
It was fun the first time, but now... She used to be a challenge and now she's scared of getting hurt. She can dish it out but she's never been gifted at taking the pain she savors in others.
“ Zarak?” she whispers, staring up at me with eyes widened by passion and terror.
Sometimes the physical response is the same to both.
I incline my head, inhaling the signature celestial perfume she always wears. Just the scent of her reignites an old flame that's been smoldering in my subconscious.
“ Ellindt,” I smile, finally unlocking my folded arms and opening them wide in a hug invitation.
This is the true test.
She swallows and her slow heartbeat races with uncharacteristic speed. Her breath becomes ragged and her fingers tremble.
It makes me sadistically hard to catch her response to me.
This is the
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