Chapter 6“I want him dead,” cooed Lancine D’Olica into her lover’s ear. “Understand? And tomorrow, before it’s too late.”
The muscular Vessel slammed his c**k into her womanhood and froze. She could feel his erection losing its mass, and it infuriated her.
Just when she was so close to orgasm. So damned close!
She supposed it was her fault. She should not have mentioned her plans in the heat of passion. But throughout the day, notions of bloody, necessary murder had become a heady aphrodisiac, and she had been unable to curb her tongue.
With one hand, Lancine grabbed a chunk of Swenton Vorak’s blond hair and yanked. The talon-like nails of her free hand dug into one of his butt cheeks. Swenton winced, but as trained, made not a whimper.
“f**k me, you worthless s**t,” ordered Lancine,
