Maccus was almost seven feet of muscle and menace. The only thing soft about him was his silky black hair. In person, his features were even more rugged. And his eyes seemed to hold all the secrets of the universe, all the pain.
Black pants clung to his powerful thighs. A black tank top stretched across his massive chest beneath a light leather jacket. They were dressed in an almost identical manner, blending seamlessly with the night.
He woke long forgotten yearnings from back when she’d been nothing more than an unsuspecting human living her ordinary life.
He made her remember who she’d been, not what she’d become.
Primal instincts urged her to run.
He’s dangerous.
Softness was not something she could afford. Not with her life and that of her sister hanging in the balance. Until she’d fulfilled her contract and paid the debt in full, Lucifer was within his rights to grab her sister. And there was nothing she wouldn’t do to keep Kayley safe.
That was her objective. She couldn’t forget it for one second. “Where are we going?” Now that they were no longer in hearing range of the cops, she was done blindly following him.
When he didn’t answer, she reached out and grabbed his arm, intending to stop him. Her fingers barely had a chance to graze him when iron-hard fingers caught her wrist in an unbreakable hold. He wasn’t hurting her, but she couldn’t get away from him, either. His grip was as binding as the cuffs she’d slapped on Clem earlier.
“You shouldn’t touch me.”
Morrigan snorted. “We were sure as hell touching a few minutes ago.” Her heart beat fast, her skin tingled. His lips had been warm and firm. He tasted like coffee with a hint of some exotic spice. Mixed with the natural taste of hot, sexy male, it was downright addictive. No matter what else the man might have done, he sure knew how to kiss.
One corner of his stern mouth twitched, but he didn’t smile, didn’t even come close. His features hardened.
The sound of vehicles, sirens, and people’s voices filtered down the secluded alleyway. They were alone. No rats scurried about; no vagrants searched for a place to sleep or dug through the dumpster for food.
The heat from his hand seeped into her skin. His breathing deepened along with hers. Sexual awareness and fear grew side by side. Her gun and sword were unreachable with him holding her. The knife tucked at the small of her back was closer, but she didn’t reach for it.
She slowly raised her arm and looked pointedly at where he held her. He released her one finger at a time. Her skin cooled, but she refrained from rubbing it. Best not to let him know his touch affected her.
“Where are we going?” she asked again. She wasn’t some docile lamb to be led to the slaughter.
“My place.” His deep voice stroked her senses. “Unless you’d rather go to yours?”
Her entire body hummed with sexual need unlike anything she’d ever encountered. Static electricity seemed to snap in the air. Her skin tingled.
Being with Maccus was like riding a rollercoaster—frightening and exhilarating. She was scared to death but ready and willing to ride to the very end.
And since she needed to know where he lived or at least where he was staying… “Your place is fine.”
Dangerous undercurrents swirled under their every word and action. It was too bad she wasn’t an ordinary woman hooking up with a hot guy for a night of fantastic, mind-blowing sex.
Maccus is a deadly killer on Lucifer’s hit list.
