Estimated reading time: 3 – 4 minutes
Hey Everyone!
I’m sharing another sneak peek because Krissy asked so nicely.
Hopefully this will tide you over until I can get elbows-deep into Julian and Lily’s dreadful romance. Again, this is a rough-draft so please excuse any unnecessary messiness.
EXCERPT
“I can’t help but want to bite you, Lily,” Julian drawled while nuzzling her neck. “You’re so shameless in your desires.”
“And you’re such a flirt. If I didn’t hate you so much I’d be enchanted.”
Julian brushed his mouth against hers. “I say you’re enchanted anyways.”
“Over-confident ass.”
“With good reason.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” He smiled and smoothed her hair back. “I can’t wait until I break you completely. It would please me so much to see you in pieces, darling.”
The mood melted, bringing dark, dangerous things into play. “You don’t scare me.” Lily’s eyes made her a terrible liar.
“Really?” His smile slid into a cruel smirk. Seeing the ugly truth tattooed into her haunted stare, Julian promised, “I’ll make it a priority to see I do.”
“I’m sure you’ll try. Now what about you?” Lily’s recklessness kicked in to save her from herself. She traced the curve of his mouth with her tongue. Once. Twice.
“What about me?” Julian’s hands settled on her hips and squeezed.
“Aren’t you going to change your clothes?”
“Whatever for?”
“Don’t you want to keep your suit clean? Otherwise, my mama will think you were rolling around in the mud just for fun.” Lily flicked his nose once for emphasis. “You would just have to take it because you’d never tell her the truth.”
“And what would that truth be?”
“That I kicked your ass.”
“One—it would never happen. Two—if it did I wouldn’t have to tell your mother a blessed thing. She knows you a bit more than you give her credit for, darling. Besides, my suit will be just fine. I only need to take off the jacket and tie to take care of you.” Julian pulled away but not before leaving Lily an ephemeral taste. His stare challenged hers as he removed both items and laid them down on the ground carefully.
Lily needed audaciousness to make her words create a lurid divide between them. She slipped off her shoes and lifted the hem of her dress. “It’s a good thing you’re wearing a black shirt.”
“Really? Let me guess…so your bloodstains won’t show?” Julian strolled back to Lily. His hand snaked beneath her gown and unsnapped her garters with appalling ease.
“Ha! You’re so amusing.” Lily obeyed the pressure of his fingers and placed her foot on his thigh. She shivered as he rolled down one stocking before repeating the sensuous process. Baiting Julian suddenly became much harder. “My blood’s not going to get spilled tonight. Too bad the same can’t be said for you, Douglas.”
“I’ve already warned you about my name, Lily. Need I remind you again?”
Cool fingers curled over the tender flesh of her inner thigh. She chose her taunts deliberately. “Douglas.Douglas.Douglas.”
“Bad bitch.”
The smell of blood decayed the air. Lily waited for the animal to step through the pretty, human wrapper.





6 Comments
Thank you for posting Claudia. Loved it and I can’t wait to read what else you have up your sleeve for my favorite dysfunctional couple.
Thank you, Ms. Claudia for posting the excerpts! I have missed Julian and Lily.
Hey Krissy! I’m so glad you liked it.
I’m chomping at the bit to finish up a couple of other fics I’m working on so I can devote all my attention to DDIII.
Hey Monique! I’m so glad to see you drop by.
I’ve missed Julian & Lily as well. I’m really looking forward to finishing up DDIII. Oh, BTW—thanks for the “Yes, Mr. Collins” review.
You’re welcome. I didn’t realize it was a series when I read it (Yes, Mr. Collins) last year. I’m happy that we get to see the progression of their relationship. And DDIII – so eager to re-visit J&L!
Hey Monique!
RE: Yes, Mr. Collins. I have a hard letting go of characters so I’m always able to solve that by putting them in a series!
I’m really excited to go back into Natasha & Mr. Collins dirty world.
RE: DDIII. Yes! It’s so easy for me to slip into their dysfunctional minds that I’m surprised I don’t write them more often.