All In - Soul Seductors Part I - An alpha bad boy paranormal romance - XXL Teaser by Amelia Gates

Hawke

    1 Corinthians
10:13 
    No temptation has seized
you except what is common to man. And God is
faithful;   he
will not let you be tempted beyond what you can
bear.   But
when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you
can stand up under it.
    Little church girl Juliette has no fucking idea what she’s
about to get herself into. She walks a few paces ahead, adamant to
go back on her sentiment about no man being tempting enough to lead
her off her path. Even a virgin has a boiling point and that twitch
in her step is evident of a woman whose panties are hot with
desire.
    “ Just one drink,” she says, peeking over her
shoulder.
    I stay behind, amused at how remarkable these bitches are
when it comes to denial. She tells me she won’t do it. She tells
herself she won’t do it. Oh but her panties, those panties are
begging her to take them the fuck off. Just one drink she says,
because well, she doesn’t drink that much. She won’t drink more, I
know that for a fact because hell, she’s got all sorts of
expectations from me and she damn well wants to be fully aware when
I satisfy each and every one of them.
    “ You believe in love at first sight,” she says and I can hear
the smile in her voice.
    I believe in a lot of things, baby. A whole bunch of fucking
nonsense. But love, love isn’t one of them.
    “ Well, do you?” she asks again, begging me to give her an
excuse for what she’s about to do.
    Love, well, love can wipe the slate clean. Love can make it
okay that a man as sinful as Esau or Cain or Doeg to tempt her. The
bible warns against temptation. Soon, poor little Juliette will
have had temptation take her from kneeling in front of the Lord’s
altar to kneeling in front of me.
    “ I do,” I answer, giving her just what she wants. An excuse. A
reason to forgive herself in the morning.
    She’ll pray about it. Ask God to forgive and forget but she’ll
never be able to forgive herself. And fuck, it’s an awful thing I’m
about to do because no matter how many times she calls his name; no
matter how many Hail Mary’s she says, the Lord will no longer hear
her.
    Juliette’s still ahead of me, keys dangling in her hands as she takes
her tight ass up the stairs. This place isn’t right for her. It’s
not a dump but not nearly luxurious enough for a woman as pretty as
her. After tonight, her luck will change. She won’t understand it
at first and when she does it’ll be too late.
    I tell myself I’m doing her a favour. It’s not that I really
give a damn but somewhere deep down, I think it makes me sleep
better at night. I didn’t choose to be a fucked up individual, life
just dealt me a sinful hand.
    She opens the door to her mediocre apartment, the scent of
lavender and incense stifling the crap out of me and
Jesus-Fucking-Christ she really is a God freak. Daughter of a
pastor and lamb of the Lord.
    My skin is on fire as I step through the door. Some greater and more
righteous force is beckoning for me to turn the fuck around. I
don’t but I also won’t give myself the length of time I’d initially
wanted to spend.
    It’s better this way. I’ve got to meet the new chick, Maria Maria
and Zorn might just cut my throat if I’m more than twenty minutes
late. The bitch, Juliette, steps out of her heels and pushes them
to the side.
    “So…” she starts, her face lighting up with a smile, “would
you like some wine? Beer? I’m not much of a drinker. In fact… I
only have a few sips of wine every so often. The beer is for when
my dad comes over, he’s one of those football and beer types…He’s a
pastor and all but you know, turned his life around but can’t kick
the beer during Sunday night football.”
    Thanks for the update Juliette but I’ve done my fucking
research on Papa dearest . Let’s just hope he doesn’t relapse if he finds
out his daughter spent the night climaxing her way to
whoredom.
    She continues talking and I zone her the fuck out. Telling me