Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,68

that she may damn well be the destruction of all of us. Anything too good to be true, is often just that. Surely you’ve learned at least that much by now. There’s always a heavy cost and sacrifice. I’ll be around,” he says, turning and walking out. “It fucked the last one up. History won’t repeat itself,” he adds, his voice echoing down the hall.

“We really do need to see your monster, Violet,” Damien says as he turns around, looking too tired to have much emotion about any of this.

Vance leans down abruptly, and this time he flings his hand. Three knives fly through the air and stab the wall directly beside their heads. They all give him a round of blinks.

“It can wait,” he says in a gruff, somewhat shaky tone, as he lifts three more knives, staggering them between his fingers with casual ease. “Close the door on your way out.”

He turns his head so suddenly that a surprised sound escapes me when he reclaims my lips, kissing me so hard that it’s damn near bruising.

“Vance, we genuinely can’t overlook this one. It was too—”

A pained grunt ends whatever Arion was going to say, and Vance breaks the kiss, allowing me a quick opportunity to glance over and see all three of them are standing with a knife jammed in their right thighs.

“I said it can wait. Close the fucking door on your way out,” he grinds out, damn near glaring at them.

Heat bubbles in my chest, and my body gets twice as excited, because Vance’s attention returns to me, heavily resting on my face.

This is new.

This look.

This intensity.

My hands slide up his bare chest, feeling the subtle way his muscles tense under my traveling touch. When his mouth descends on mine this time, my toes curl in preemptive excitement.

“Vance, we—”

There’s a curse muttered, a door slams, and then there are three distinct thuds that prove he’s thrown more knives, only this time, we’ve been left alone. I think.

I don’t really care.

All I do care about is the fact that when he pushes inside me, I feel it in every part of my body, the relief hitting me with powerful, exciting, and consuming sensations. My moan gets swallowed by him, and he shoves me up higher on the couch, kissing me deeper.

His hips roll, and those sensations explode across me, the brink of that elusive orgasm returning so damn quickly that it’s almost painful.

My fingers twist in his hair, and he practically growls against my lips, his rhythm increasing to make all my favorite sensations that much more intense.

The kiss turns almost desperate, until I break the kiss to cry out, the wave of so many denied orgasms crashing to the forefront with this one. His arms circle me, pressing our bodies as close as possible, as his head comes down beside mine.

He muffles the guttural sound he makes against a pillow, his movements slowing, until his body goes slack against mine. I smile to myself as I hug him, holding him to me, listening to the sound of his panted breaths.

“I’m sorry. I have no idea what just happened, but if I didn’t have you right that very second, I may have very well died from the need,” he says on a gruff, shaky breath, still clinging to me. In a reluctant tone, he adds, “I also didn’t mean for it to end so abruptly. I have no idea what’s come over me.”

He sounds so flustered and confused that it’s almost cute. Which isn’t a word I often use to describe the very overbearing hunter. My leg winds around his waist, and I kiss his shoulder.

“Probably has something to do with the build-up we had back when you thought I was a slutty witch. If we ever need to spice things up with roleplay, I now know exactly what role to play to get you excited,” I tell him, smiling against his skin.

He grunts, getting more relaxed on top of me, and lifts his head to stare down at me with clear…bewilderment.

“Normally I can get the ‘gist’ of your slang, Violet, but my head is really fuzzy right now, so I’m afraid none of that made sense,” he says, leisurely sliding his hand up my thigh, as his eyes dip to my chest.

My chest that’s represented by one of my worst bras.

Maybe I should start wearing some of that sexy underwear the omegas keep buying me.

“Wait. You don’t remember?” I ask, as he remains distracted, his attention