Yet as gorgeous as she was, the venom expressed in her eyes and on her face could melt steel and drive a man six feet under within seconds.
However, I wouldn’t mind declawing her long enough to take a sip or two of her sweet nectar.
She had long shapely legs, an hourglass figure, and the kind of cleavage shown in the body-hugging dress could make a man’s mouth water and his mind wander to sinful, filthy acts.
Which was exactly what I was doing.
All the fire and brimstone blasting across the room was creating a wave of excitement I hadn’t felt in years. Fuck, maybe ever. I could feel the explosive heat between us even if she was still contemplating a dozen or more ways to kill me.
I’d love to see her try. Perhaps I’d encourage her to do so.
Perhaps she had no understanding of who she’d confronted. That made the test of wills that much more enjoyable.
Monsters were often considered creatures of imagination, hairy or scaly beasts intent on terrifying their victims long before destroying their lives.
Monsters in my world were different. They were men dead set on claiming the lives of those they considered crusaders of the truth.
Typical killers could easily walk through this world untouched by their actions, the atrocities driven by hunger for power and money. They walked off or drank away their crimes as if they were untouchable.
I wasn’t that kind of man. Could anyone in my world call me decent?
Fuck, no.
I was the beast nightmares were made of, what some had called darkness personified. Was there a chance I had a conscience? That was debatable. I’d done few decent things in my life and this world clung to me because of the decisions I’d made and the actions I’d taken. The life itself was full of power and control. A taste of the good life.
Yet in the darkest of night, the slime slithered from the shadows, threatening to consume everything in its wake.
Tonight, I’d come to the club as an observer and would-be protector, never planning on involving myself or my men in a situation requiring me to dip into the netherworld, as I often called it. So much for the best laid plans, as I’d heard so many times.
At least my cock twitched in appreciation of the woman in front of me.
Few people had truly surprised me in my life, women included. I was the master of anticipation, a man who could easily read someone’s intentions by a simple tic they displayed or by what they were paying close attention to.
Which was why I was obliged to give the stunning brunette with the shocking green eyes significant kudos. I’d read her all wrong. I’d thought the six-foot-tall voluptuous Amazon was merely cold as ice since there wasn’t a single man in the club who hadn’t envisioned her body writhing under theirs.
To discover her aloofness was to maintain control while finding the perfect opportunity to slice my throat was… enticing. I was fully aroused, my cock pressing brutally against my trousers. She knew she’d caught me off guard, her savage smile a clear indication of her perceived success.
As expected, the three soldiers who’d accompanied me to Mexico were immediately alerted and prepared to handle the situation. With their weapons in their hands, they weren’t afraid of creating momentary chaos within the club if necessary.
Any threat to me was required to be handled. But I generally preferred to deal with and dispose of situations of this nature myself.
Yet I didn’t mind toying with her for a little while, allowing her to believe she’d caught me by the throat.
Or the balls.
Without fear, I threw up my hands, both as an indication to my men to back off and also to provide proof I wasn’t reaching for my weapon. However, giving up even to a beautiful woman wasn’t on the night’s agenda.
“Go ahead,pajarito seductor. Now is your time to take my life if you so choose. I will not stop you.” What I had no intention of allowing was for her to either injure herself or for her to get away. I’d grown accustomed to women throwing themselves at me, but she had no intention of doing so even if she wasn’t attempting to find the courage to kill me.
Between her luscious curves and her fearless attitude, I could almost easily drop to my knees.
Only that wasn’t the kind of man I’d become.
“Seductive little bird?” she mimicked, a wry smile on her face. “Try a falcon. Much deadlier.”
There was an instant connection. I felt it and so did she. Her gaze was hard, full of anger and spite, yet it was also electrified as if there was an invisible wire connecting us. Even in the shimmering light creating shadows dancing across every surface, her eyes were luminous. The color was so intense I was momentarily frozen in a perfect blip of time.
They were emerald with flecks of gold and silver woven in a way that captured my imagination.
