After months of no work, interdimensional bounty hunter Ronin Meyers jumps at the chance to locate an incubus who’s using succubi as murder weapons. Faced with deportation to hellish Infernum if he fails, Ronin will stop at nothing to take out the incubus and anyone else involved. Even the beautiful succubus who stole his heart—and nearly his life—during the most mind-blowing hour of his existence.
Night after night, Amara and her fellow succubi are forced to extract special abilities from the strongest Otherworlders for their psychotic master’s growing collection. When the gorgeous angel-demon hybrid she believed to be dead captures her, Amara is both stunned and elated.
But the happily ever after Amara’s dreamed about will have to wait. Before she and Ronin can find salvation, they must bring down the madman hellbent on destroying everything—and everyone—they love. And Ronin and Amara are at the top of his list…
He needed to stay away from her. To let her go. In fact, he should hate her for what she’d done to him, for what she’d taken from him. Instead, he instinctively longed to protect her. He was treading dangerous ground here.
“Why me, of all people?”
She blinked at him. “What do you mean?”
“Why did you choose me out of all the men in that club?”
That answer wasn’t good enough. “I’m so what?”
Her brow wrinkled. “What?”
“Back in the living room. Before you said you couldn’t resist, you said that I was so...you cut off before finishing. What was I?”
Amara gave him a half smile. “Too decent for me. I should have left you alone.”
Unable to help himself, Ronin reached out and traced her full lips.
She lost her smile, her mouth trembling at his touch. “You said that at the club. But I don’t think that’s what you were referring to.”
She shifted her head and his fingers fell to her neck. He stroked the tender flesh of her throat before forcing her to meet his eyes. “So what then? What did you think of me?”
A deep sigh lifted her chest, and it took everything he had not to drop his gaze. Damn but she turned him on. Partly because of what she was. But even more because of who she was. Something about her called to him. This wasn’t good. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from engaging her.
“What, Amara?” he asked when she didn’t respond.
A spark of challenge lit her eyes and she lifted her chin. “I thought you were delicious.”
The surprise of that word elicited a laugh from deep in the pit of his stomach. “Delicious?”
“Irresistible. Everyone else faded into the background when I saw you.”
He sobered. Devil, she sounded serious. For all he knew she was playing with him, toying with his emotions. As a succubus, that was sort of her specialty. But part of him wanted to believe her. Hell, if he had to be honest, all of him did.
“I still feel that way,” she whispered, moistening her lips.
Her words made him hard in an instant. He’d had difficulty controlling himself upon the mere sight of her back at Asmodeus’s house. Now, after this, he knew it would be impossible.
Don’t forget what she did to you. What she put you through. He was undoubtedly weaker now. No way he’d survive another round with her. This was dangerous.
Hell, he was about to do something incredibly stupid. But then, that seemed to be his M.O. when she was around.
Before he could second-guess himself, he hooked a hand around the back of her neck and yanked her forward, crushing his lips against hers. She tensed before winding her arms around his shoulders and pulling him in. A sound that was halfway between an oath and a moan escaped her.
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