The staircase that was revealed was lit with a soft red glow.
I feel like I'm walking down into a porn movie," V muttered as they took the steps with care.
Wouldn't that require more black candles for you," Zsadist cracked.
At the bottom of the landing, they looked left and right down a corridor carved out of stone, seeing row after row of...black candles with ruby color flames.
I take that back," Z said, eyeing the display.
We start hearing chick-a-wow-wow shit," V cut in, "can I start calling you Z-packed?"
Not if you want to keep breathing.
Stichwörter: humor
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What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breath. - Rhage to Mary
J.R. WardStichwörter: black-dagger-brotherhood rhage lover-eternal mary-luce
Cause nothing said lovin' like a shitload of motion detectors.
J.R. WardStichwörter: vishous
Do not kill him. That shit would totally bum Jane out.
J.R. WardStichwörter: vishous
Oh. Good. The idea that you might only cripple the guy makes me feel a fuck of a lot better about leaving you here.
J.R. WardStichwörter: butch
If you're going to insist on being reasonable, I'm going to stop hanging with you.
J.R. WardStichwörter: vishous
Thank fuck you're not a Yankees fan."
"Don't use the Y-word. We're in mixed company.
Well . . . in the words of Vishous, want in one hand, shit in the other? See what you get most of.
J.R. WardTohrment spoke. "Bella's brother called. He's tabled the sehelusion request and asked that she stay here for a couple of days."
Z jacked his head up. "Why?"
"He didn't give a reason-" Tohr's eye's narrowed on Z's face. "Oh... my God."
"What the fuck are you looking at?"
Phury pointed to the antique mirror hanging on the wall next to the double doors. "See for yourself."
Zsadist marched across the room, ready to give them all hell. Bella was what mattered-
His mouth went lax at his reflection. With a shaky hand he reached out to the eyes in the old-fashioned leaded glass. His irises were no longer black. They were yellow. Just like his twin's.
"Phury?" he said softly. "Phury... what happened to me?"
As the male came up behind him, his brother's face appeared right beside Z's. And then Wrath's dark reflection showed up in the mirror, all long hair and sunglasses. Then Rhage's star-fallen beauty. And Vishous's Sox cap. And Tohrment's brush cut. And Butch's busted nose.
One by one they reached out and touched him, their big hands gently on his shoulders.
"Welcome back, my brother," Phury whispered.
Zsadist stared at the males who were behind him. And the oddest thought that if he were to let himself go limp and fall backward... they would catch him.
Stichwörter: zsadist wrath vishous phury rhage bella butch tohrment lover-awakened
Qhuinn wanted to scream... Yes he has!!!
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