Gina L.Maxwell

I close my eyes and let my head drop back on the pillow as I try to contain the dozens of questions swarming my mind.

To look at him, you wouldn’t know he’s almost four hundred and fifty years old,

“You’ve deigned to leave your tower for once. There, you’re Caiden Verran, my pseudo-nephew and all-around pain in my ass. Out here, you’re my king, and I’ll address you as such. Don’t like it, leave me back at the tower.”

But referring to my employees as “whores” offends me on a personal level. My city is, and always has been, sex-worker positive, and his lack of respect for the women who have more balls to do what they do than he’ll ever have hanging between his legs only serves to enrage me further

because lying is the one thing our kind can’t do

Beyond my reputation with the women for having a magical dick, I mean.”

lunar eclipses occur more often than my dick sees any action

It’s fae, you sniveling piece of shit. And I’m the motherfucking king.”

More of her laughter, more of her smiles…just more. And if there’s anything I’m damn good at, it’s getting something I want

“I’m doing my best impression of a gentleman, Beauty, but I can’t go another minute without feeling you against me. Come dance.”