chyna gasped against his mouth . in that moment , she wanted nothing more than to dig her hands into his dark hair and have him f ** k her , but all sorts of warning signs were blasting through her conscious . this was so f ** king wrong . so , so , so f ** king
wrong

i had borrowed from uncle sherlock the steam-stream gun that hung in my unfeminine belt over loose gabardine trousers . one pull of the trigger would release a puff of searing air , a concentration of burning steam . enough to incapacitate a grown man or slice through his skin , my uncle had assured me . the beauty of this steam-powered gadget was that it never needed to be
reloaded

'' bella can stand over any man and make them talk and that 's all she has to do . '' '' if you want it hush hush she 's the only one . '' stanton nodded slowly and slightly . '' ask bella to hook up with the fields immediately and never leave their side . '' '' what about rose , she 'll want to be with
bella