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" He’s an immortal from Brazil,” Chris said. “His mortal lover, whom he thought was completely trustworthy, videotaped them having sex—”
“Awesome!” Sheldon interjected with a grin.
Everyone looked at him.
“What? I like porn.”
Still they stared.
He frowned. “I have to give up booze, parties, and porn? Can’t a Second have any vices?”
Chris sighed. “Anyway. She videotaped them having sex and intended to auction it off to news outlets once it had been authenticated by an expert who would swear the glowing eyes, fangs, and . . . ah . . . unusual speed and other things demonstrated were not special effects produced by a post-production house.”
“Maybe they were,” Sheldon suggested somberly. “Maybe she was out to discredit him. I think we should all watch it and—”
“The tape has been destroyed,” Seth cut in.
“Damn.” Sheldon slumped down in his seat.
Chris met Richart’s gaze. “Anytime you want me to get rid of him . . .”
Richart shook his head. “He amuses me. "
― Dianne Duvall , Darkness Rises (Immortal Guardians, #4)
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" Ethan stared at Krysta. A teasing gleam entered his eyes, making Étienne narrow his own as his hackles rose. Offering Krysta a flirtatious grin, Ethan said, “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours.”
In a heartbeat, Étienne drew a dagger and threw it.
The hilt struck Ethan right in the center of his forehead, snapping his head back. “Ow! Shhhhit! What the hell, man?”
Krysta gaped up at Étienne, who squirmed as everyone at the table stared at him.
He cleared his throat , but didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t really meant to do that. He had just reacted.
“Oh yeah,” Sheldon said. “He has fallen and he has fallen hard. "
― Dianne Duvall , Darkness Rises (Immortal Guardians, #4)
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" As he teased her lips with his tongue, she palmed his erection. “Want to do something about this while we wait for the cleanup crew to arrive?” She sure as hell did. She didn’t know if it was the adrenaline still coursing through her veins or just knowing that he wanted her, but she was already wet for him, her body tingling and desperate for his touch.
“That depends ,” he whispered against her lips, leaning into her. “How do you feel about making love in front of an audience?”
“That’s not my thing either,” she admitted. She had never been an exhibitionist.
A throat cleared. “Then you might want to step away from my brother,” Richart drawled behind them, “so I won’t get an eyeful.”
Krysta yanked her hand away so fast you’d think Étienne’s crotch had caught fire.
Spinning around, she found Richart standing there with one eyebrow raised. "
― Dianne Duvall , Darkness Rises (Immortal Guardians, #4)