I doubt youโve ever been forced to nonstop bang a woman hyped up on the undead voodoo version of Spanish fly, have you?โ His chuckle was soft. โCanโt say that I have, Kitten.โ โYeah, well, consider me an original.โ This time, when his lips brushed across my skin, it lasted more than a moment. โI always have.
Jeaniene FrostThere is no way Iโm going out in public like this!โ It seemed while I was being tormented at the salon, Bones had been out shopping. I didnโt ask where he got the money from, images of old folks with their necks bleeding and their wallets missing dancing in my head. There were boots, earrings, push-up bras, skirts, and something he swore to me were dresses but only looked like pieces of dresses.
Jeaniene FrostHe looked at the box with interest. 'Well, well. Five speeds. Heat and massage. Deep, penetrating action. Sure this isn't yours?
Jeaniene FrostSince this was a formal undead gathering, there would be foodโall kindsโdrinks, dancing, and festivities, while those in power pondered whether or not to slaughter half the people around them. In other words, like a high-school prom.
Jeaniene Frost