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He put his hand in mine, that hand capable of so much cruelty and yet so much pleasure, and pulled himself to his feet, standing just a little too close and a smirk playing on his lips. "That might be the first intelligent thing you've ever said, angel."

"You want to watch it. The last guy with a smart mouth ended up with a knife in his throat." I narrowed my eyes, but couldn't help but grin. "And can I just say how fucking glorious that was to watch?" He slicked a tongue across his teeth, playing with the sharp point of one incisor. "Oh typical Harper, still getting off on the pain," I raised an eyebrow. "Always," he said, his dark eyes lingering on my mouth. ********