Happy
Saturday and welcome to My Sexy Saturday! For this hop
you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or
something published.
This week’s theme is I’m too sexy. We’re not talking about those arrogant boys who really aren’t sexy. We’re talking about those who are and those who are a little over the top about it. Sure, sometimes there is that arrogant hero, or heroine, who will tell you they are too sexy for whatever task put before them. Then comes the fall. And we love to read about the fall. So this week show us all the character that is too sexy and knows, whether in a good, bad or indifferent way. We love bad boys, we love good boys…heck, let’s just face it…we love men. And we love the girls or boys that love them. So this week show us the good, the bad and even the hilarious moments that could comprise a hero or heroine that is too sexy.
For this week, I thought I’d do something from Lust and Ice, book #1 in my Bad Boys series. And yes, they are honestly bad, lol.
Blurb:
They call him Ice. Kain’s a spoiled rich man’s son with
money to burn. An endless parade of men through his bedroom has left him empty
and wanting. When he and his friends meet at their usual nightclub and place
bets on who’ll score for the evening, Kain eyes a sexy stranger. Electricity jumps
between them, and Ice decides the handsome man will be in his bed screaming out
his pleasure before the night is through.
Dark and deadly desires are Asmodeus’ calling cards. Those
that fall to his wicked ways are doomed to an eternity of unfulfilled lust in
the second level of hell. This is no man to be played with… because this is no
man. He’s the Prince of Lust, one of the seven princes of hell. And he’s been
granted the right to take a mate by his master, Lucifer. He’s searched through
the ages for the one that will satisfy his sinful needs, but none have made the
cut.
Until now.
The Bad Boys club has picked the wrong targets this time --
hell’s come to claim its own.
Asmodeus toyed with his straw
as he glanced over the crowd on the dance floor. There were a few that caught
his eye, but nothing that got his blood pumping. His appearance not only fit in
at Night Moves, but called certain types to him, preferably men. For the last
hundred years he had taken to seducing the males of the human race.
“Mmm, there’s something about
taking a strong man and bending him to my will, having him first beg not to be
fucked…” He ran a hand down his chest, drawing several pairs of eyes, and
shivered. “Then later beg to be fucked.”
Frowning, he glanced over the
dance floor again; he damn sure wasn’t going to get lucky sitting on his ass up
here. He smoothed his hair behind his ear and a brilliant, sizable ruby stub
flashed, as did the ruby in his signet ring on his left hand. He looked down at
the tribal tattoo that started on his right wrist and extended up his arm.
Thanks to the shirt, no one could see the tattoo snake over his shoulder and
unto his neck. It also meandered down from his shoulder and covered the right
side of his chest, then continued to his groin.
His dick was thick, but not
overly long, and covered in small knots. From there the tattoo crossed over his body and
continued down his left ankle. Those that saw the tattoo in its full glory were
already doomed, although they didn’t know it. Once his prey submitted to him,
the end was never far behind. The fear in their eyes and the frightened begging
that came from the lips of his prey as he drained them always excited him, made
his orgasm much more intense.
The problem was that once he
finished feeding the pleasure was gone, and loneliness bombarded him.
Now the mindless pleasure, the
thrill of the hunt and his prey’s fear were no longer enough. He wanted—Satan
help him—he wanted a mate. Someone who would belong to him ‘til
the end of time. He’d made his wishes known to his lord and was granted the
right to take a human, if he found one that fit his needs. So far no such human
had been found, and he had looked—extensively.
A
perfectly shaped eyebrow raised above wickedly sinful eyes. Several men and
women had played the game and fallen for his dark looks—they
regretted it eternally. He was no man to be played with… because he was
no man.
