Page 48 of Red My Lips

The entire time they’re at the bar, I can’t pull my eyes away from Jill. Watching her is like watching a Venus fly trap ensnare its prey, beautiful and seemingly innocent—coaxing and teasing until it’s too late. Vince is leering at her like a kid in a fucking candy store, ready to indulge until he’s made himself sick—not that I can blame the sucker. Jill is magnetic. She knows when to lean in, flash a smile and a seductive glance, and when to pull back to play coy.

When she stands from the bar before she’s even finished her second drink, Vince follows eagerly, crowding behind her with his hands on her waist that have my lips twitching in disdain. If Vince weren’t a dead man walking, I’d already have him pinned against the wall with my 40mm jammed against the hard-on he has for my girl.

Instead, I follow in the shadows as Jill leads him out of the restaurant and into the parking lot. Walking past the cars, Vince trails along behind Jill as she pulls him by the hand around the building. Being in heels doesn’t seem to slow my girl down at all as she struts through an alleyway toward an abandoned building that’s currently waiting to be made into new condos.

Demolition day is tomorrow.

My clever girl.

Before they enter, Vince loses his nerve for a second. His steps falter and he pulls his hand from hers as he opens his mouth to protest. But Jill looks back at him with that devilish smile, and he’s pulled right back in. She might not know that I’m here with her, but that look on her face is just for me.

Her dark soul singing to mine.

I need that shit on repeat.

Vince follows Jill through the door, looking like he’s about to get away with murder—the fucking idiot. He’s about to get what’s coming to him, and I have a front-row seat.

It’s pitch black inside the building, with only the city lights outside filtering through the broken windows and holes in the walls. The structure has been stripped to its studs, with debris scattered across the cement floor. The sound of sexy heels clicking against the floor echoes through the empty space, allowing me to move in silence.

Placing myself behind a half-demoed wall, I admire the way Jill’s black dress moves with her dramatic curves when she finally slows to a stop—she’s fine as hell. Vince looks around at the dump and says something to her, making her smile up at him in excitement. Unlike Vince, I’m smart enough to know what that smile means. But the dumbass takes it as an invitation.

Vince doesn’t see the blade, but I do. The light glints off the metal at her side, bringing my body to life. A thrill runs through me in anticipation, my cock standing at attention.

The loan shark takes another step closer to her, completely oblivious that he’s inching closer to his death. Undoing the zipper of my jeans, I shove down my pants to grip my throbbing cock. Lust pours over me, hot as molten lava that melts into my bones.

If only I could hear her voice from where I’m standing.

Jill waits for Vince to make his move before she makes hers. He closes the distance between them, lunging at her like a man who has the upper hand. Jill uses that in her favor, leveraging his own weight against him to impale his body on the blade.

She’s gotten stronger since the last one.

Goddamn, she’s the most incredible creature to ever walk this planet.

Just like the others, Vince is taken completely off guard. His eyes bulge in shock as he stumbles backward, the blade now covered in his blood. He looks down at her hand, then at his stab wound—the blood soaking his white shirt.

I pump my rock-hard cock, biting back a groan at the sensation.

When the shock on Vince’s face wears off, anger replaces it. The malicious intent in his eyes is clear, making me tense.

He gears up to attack, but Jill works fast. She lashes out with her blade, slicing his cheekbone. Vince rears back, pressing his hand to his face and his fingers coming away covered in blood. Jill uses his moment of distraction to plunge the knife upwards into his torso.

The strangled wheezing sound Vince lets out tells me she hit her target: the lungs. Vince folds over like a lawn chair and collapses onto the ground, coughing and gulping. Jill stands over him, blood dripping down her lovely arm like an angel of death.

The fire in her eyes burns so brightly it steals my breath. The exhilaration on her face, so pure and powerful, has my hand all but strangling my erection. The friction is building, my eyes unable to move from the divine figure standing over her fallen victim.

Jill steps forward and crouches down next to Vince’s convulsing body. With the way she looks at him as she murmurs something—boldly and with absolute control—I can tell she doesn’t plan on toying with him for too long, not like Jonas.

With Jonas, she took her time, letting him die slowly as she savored the sweetness of the moment. This time will be hard and fast, exactly how she likes to be fucked. And just like last time, we’ll both get off from it.

Vince lets out a short, garbled cry as Jill plunges her blade straight into his heart. She presses all of her weight onto the knife until it’s to the hilt. Vince stills beneath her, his wheezing breaths and tortured grunts of pain dissipating into complete silence.

Heat flares through me, every nerve in my body firing all at once as hot cum shoots from my cock onto my hand. The pleasure is white hot, whipping through my limbs. My jaw clenches from the intensity of it, a silenced groan building in my chest coming out as a harsh, shuttered breath.

Jill doesn’t move for a long moment, just gazing down at the now-lifeless asshole. His dead, unseeing eyes stare up at her in return. She mutters something, a smile ghosting her lips when she reaches into her neckline and pulls out a tiny vial. Crouching down, she runs the container along the blood streaming from the slice on Vince’s cheek to collect a few drops.

Holding a vial up to the light, Jill speaks again—this time loud enough for me to hear. “For someone so ugly, you have some very pretty blood.” The sardonic tone in her voice has my cock beginning to stiffen all over again. She’s so fucking sexy when she’s being cruel. “Rest in misery, cockroach.”

With those last words, she stands and walks away. I watch her until she’s out of sight, listening to the click of her heels until her footsteps have completely disappeared. Putting my dick away and pulling out my phone, I track Jill’s location until she’s safely in her apartment. Only once I know I’m alone do I emerge from the shadows.

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