Travis woke up suddenly. Now he was pretty damn sure this wasn't where he'd started. Last he remembered was falling off a building after fighting that annoying pizza bat (whatever) brat. That little fucker gave Travis a run for his money. He was pretty sure falling off a building didn't usually end up with him in a very nice bed with some silky
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It couldn't be.
That perverted assassin who just had to put on his growling voice to get her wet in the panties was back. Just as much as Satan was glad he was out of her hair, some deep, dark, twisted part of her was happy to see him again. The petite, curvy Stake of Purgatory expressed her affection the only way she knew how. With rage.
"Why the hell are you back?!"
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Well now that he was looking at her, she did have a pretty damn curvy body, but she was far too clothed for his tastes. He couldn't even look down her blouse!
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He looked off to the side, tapping the beam katana hilt on his shoulder. "Who the hell else do I look like?" he frowned. "I'm a fucking original, star of my own damn game." He didn't even look like his brother. Then again, he didn't even know he had a brother until the first game. God this was just confusing.
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She tries to force the thoughts from her mind, but it's damn difficult when the source of such things was right in front of her.
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But he was quickly distracted by her unbuttoning her jacket. Just what kind of hotel was this? Oh who cared. He liked where this was going.
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