Chapter 169. Demons of Past

What the bloody hell had gotten into this witch today?

His smoldering gaze raked over her under the dim lights. Dear Moon! She was a sight to behold, her face was flushed, her nipples stiff against the shirt she was wearing. Her short hair was a mess. The woman had no idea how erotic she appeared.

Leaning down she rested her forehead against his, their ragged breaths mingling. “If I wasn’t thinking straight would I be doing this Vlad?”

Vladimir’s brows furrowed at her words. “What are--” Before he could complete his sentence the little minx smashed her lips on his. Her claws dug in his wrists that she was still holding in an iron grip but he didn’t feel the pain, he was more focused on their tangling tongues, wanting to take her mouth deeply, to touch her. . .

Vladimir hissed when the little minx bit on his bottom lip hard, bruising it, driving him wild with need. Vladimir trashed in her hold as he tried to take control but the witch was using freaking magic