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

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Tags Authors:
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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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“You should throw this out.”

As a flicker of fury tickled her urge to murder, she had to smile. Of course her one true love would have to have a set of balls, and not just anatomically. Spice was the antidote to boredom, and conflict kept her interested.

Up to a fucking point.

“Do you even know what that bag is?” she drawled. Like he was stupid.

Those unusual eyes shot over to her. “My mahmen had a collection of them. Even before Sarah Jessica Parker carried a Birkin on HBO in two thousand two.”

Utterly stunned, Devina could only blurt, “According to a Vogue article, that blue one was a fake.”

“My mahmen’s weren’t. She was on the list.”

A bloom went through Devina’s entire body, and it was sexual, even though he wasn’t touching her or talking about body parts and what he wanted to do to them or with them. That he knew about the list? From back when there was one?

And Sex and the City?

Dear God, he really was the perfect male.

“I will never throw that bag away.” She ran a hand through her luxurious brunette hair. “There is more value to it than its blemishes suggest.”

“How did it get burned?”

“I had a prisoner here. She tried to break out by lighting it on fire and triggering the building’s alarm.”

He glanced up at the ceiling. “I would have thought humans were no match for you.”

“The bitch’s plan didn’t work,” she lied.

His head turned back to her and his eyes narrowed. Something about the way he stared at her made her nervous, so she threw the covers completely off herself and rubbed her thighs together.

“Come here,” she commanded.

Her lover pivoted toward her, but he didn’t move. Well, didn’t come over to the bedding platform. His cock moved, for sure, the length hardening as he stared at her.

“I want to watch you touch yourself,” he said.

“And I want you to do all the work.”

As she arched back, her body slid slowly down the slick sheets until her head was on the pillow again. Looking over her taut breasts, she put her fingers in her mouth and started sucking the lengths in and out, the rhythm lazy, the intent anything but. With her legs sawing back and forth, and her nipples going even tighter, she stared across the distance between them.

He was trying so hard not to come over to her. She could tell.

And when his hand reached down to his hips and he palmed the enormous erection that had made such a spectacular appearance, she realized she had everything she had ever wanted. Her collection of designer clothing and accessories, all of it cherry-picked over time from the best of the best… her lair with its safety provisions that kept her insulated from the world at large… and this male who was never going to leave her—and would always love her even though she was only beautiful on the outside.

As her lover began to stroke himself in sync with the penetrations of her fingers breaching her lips and reemerging, a cresting pleasure shot through her with such force that her eyes rolled back and her body exploded with an orgasm so great, she felt as though surely she might shatter.

And he wasn’t even touching her.

When the demon Devina’s release faded, she sighed and floated inside her skin, enjoying the way the air moved gently across her nipples and her plump lips—and also her fingers, which cooled like ice as she allowed her hand to flop onto the sheets. In between her legs, she was swollen and slick, ready for him even as she remained sore.

She could will the pain away if she chose. She did not.

Lying there with her eyes closed, she imagined her male’s stare on her glorious nakedness as he continued to pump himself off. He hadn’t come, and she was touched by his forbearance. That he was willing to forgo his own pleasure so that he could enter her and fill her up? What a gentlemale—and no doubt his molars were gritted and his fangs distended as he fought against his urges, torturing himself in the best possible way.

To make shit harder on him, she curled her hips to the side so she flashed him her ass. Then she deliberately moved one leg up at the knee so that he could see exactly what he was missing.

Maybe she’d deny him some, just because she could.

And there was such security in knowing he was always going to be by her side.

A prisoner of love who never wanted to get out of jail, free or otherwise.

She smiled to herself.

Smiled some more.

Smiled…

… and waited…

Devina frowned and popped her lids. Her lover was still hard as a fucking rock, and his fist was still riding up and down that thick shaft, and his mouth was open as he breathed in a pant.


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