Page 50 of Scorching Lies

Blood is flowing freely from a wound in her shoulder, the bullet going straight through, but my girl just sits there screaming at me. A mix of pain and fury take turns flashing across her face and I can’t help the smile that slips free. She’s a sight.

“How fucking insane are you? You shot me, you stupid fucking psycho!”

She tries to strike me in the chest with her foot but misses, hitting my thigh instead. Kicking the bastard lying on the ground in the ribs I make sure to use the toe of my shoe to dig in betweenthe bone. He’ll wake up later with a broken rib or two and a concussion.

“How many times do I have to remind you not to let anyone touch what belongs to me?”

Using one hand I yank my shirt over my head and press it into her shoulder. “Hold this here.” I snap.

She may be hurt, but I’m pissed. Seeing red and not the liquid crimson flooding the floor below her. She’s going to wish I fucking killed her. Or him. Because I’m going to make sure she never defies me again. Leaning down I take her bottom lip in my mouth, biting down until she’s crying out. Sucking the pain away, my tongue dives in to swallow down the sweet taste of hell. Fire and brimstone swirl around my mouth when her tongue joins mine in the fight for dominance. Only this time I’m not letting her win.

Using both hands, I drag her down the table until her hips are damn near hanging off the edge.

“I’d keep that hand over your shoulder or you might bleed out.”

“Ryker let me go!”

Panic sets in and her grey eyes widen in horror. She’s losing blood. Red face and tear-stained cheeks stare back at me. Her chest heaves faster, pulling my attention to her bare skin, my eyes rake over her. She’s a temptress laying bare below me, her doe eyes wide, dazed. My heart aches to consume her.

Her normally tan skin grows more ashen as blood pulses from the hole, but it’s slowing slightly. My gaze catches on the new ink centered in the middle of her chest. A phoenix, wings spread wide, takes flight between her breasts over her rib cage. Thecolor is unfinished, but the outline is clean and crisp. Flames cover the bird while ash fall from the feathers.

“The phoenix rises from the ashes.” I say, my voice low.

Looking back at me, she stares into my eyes without showing an ounce of pain. She says, “I’ll burn, but I’ll always rise.”

Throwing my head back with a low chuckle, “We’ll see about that.”

Reaching down, I pinch the stickers covering her perfect nipples and rip them off in one move. She bites her lip but doesn’t give me the scream I wanted. Stepping between her thighs the tips of my fingers trail up each leg, stopping at the apex of her thigh, her body trembling below me.

“Look how needy you are for me.”

“It’s the shock.” She smarts.

Leaning over her I drag my lips up her neck stopping right by her ear, my breath fans over her heated skin.

“Baby, your pussy is drenched for me and I haven’t even touched it yet.”

I nip at her earlobe before pulling it into my mouth.

“Rye, please.”

“That’s it, Killer. Beg.”

Pinching the seam that runs between her legs, I pull, ripping the center open. Giving me the perfect opening to her sweet little pussy. She moves her hand away from the shirt, trying to grab my shoulder, but I push her off.

“Keep your hand there or you’ll fucking bleed out.” I bark.

My other hand comes up to pinch her cheeks together, forcing her to watch me, to see exactly what she does to me.

“Eyes right here, Killer. I want you to see exactly what I have planned for you.”

Slipping my hand inside the hole, my thumb rubs her slit through her thong.

“You’re always so wet.” I groan.

Her hips lift, pushing against my fingers, silently begging for more. I don’t want silent. Kenna Kingston is going to scream my name tonight. Pushing the drenched fabric to the side, I slip a finger in and twist. Curing it up to rub that perfect spot.

“Oh god!” Her moan is long and low.

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