Zoe Forward

I really want to punch you right now. Maybe even break your nose._ She rolled her eyes upward, seeking calm. __ut I won__ because I like this dress.

�_ou swore this deal would be a safe little exchange. I didn�_ sign up for this�_hinese mafia and Hashishins. I�_ an MD, not special ops.�_ira Hardy in Dawn of a Dark Knight

Holy cow, she'd just slept with the hottest guy in the universe. She, the super science geek. The you-go-girl side of her brain wahooed. The rational side of her brain spat out a resounding, Oh shit.

...I'm hanging onto my sanity by a thread. I'll have you up against this tree and be inside you in about one second.

Why should I trust you?" Her eyes narrowed. "All I really know about you is that you're not loyal to your girlfriends, you treat one-night stands like crap, and apparently you've made quite a name for yourself not only in the business world, but also in the bedroom since we last met.

She blinked against the sting of tears. Fury curled in her stomach. She narrowed her eyes, and slapped him. She gritted out "May you never find satisfaction with another woman.

His was the gaze of a high-end predator, throwing it's prey a seductive look, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

He roughly grated out, "Don't run from me. Not now. This is for both of us." He held her thighs apart to force her to continue to accept the powerful thrusts. Changing his angle ever so slightly, he hit that one location that turned her world into a starry night. Her body shattered. Muscles ripples, gripped, and clamped down.

I'm not like Wolverine, but I can heal fast.

That's the Wildcat I remember.

If I walked in there right now, you would beg me to make you scream.""Oh, please," she said sarcastically."We wouldn't make it to a bed before I would be deep inside you.

He crowded her against the wall. "I'll fuck you until you admit there will never be anyone else who can bring you pleasure."A low and husky laugh erupted from deep in her chest. She trailed her hand down beneath his tuxedo jacket, over sculpted abs, to cup her hand around the hot length of him pressing against the tux trousers. She stroked him. "Promise?

You are tougher to kill than Steven Seagal...

I can't watch you die tonight.

She wanted to lick her way across the sexy lettering on his chest just to hear his breath catch and feel the pounding of his heart beneath her tongue.

Just this once, be the stubborn bastard I know. Don't die.

Have you asked yourself why you protect me? Are you as messed up about all this as me?

He'd been born into duty. As a demigod descendant, a death reaper, his first commitment was to serve the god of the underworld. Hades, as a conduit to usher evil souls to hell.