Chapter 51 Chapter

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. ******** "You're hurt," he frowned, his face painted with anger and something I could have sworn looked suspiciously like concern. We had fled the scene of our crime, leaving the desolate shell of the industrial estate behind us and cutting through the darkened back streets of town, for fear of being see