Page 65 of Vengeful Princess

The fucking mouth on her. I rolled my eyes. “I came back to help you get rid of that.” Roberto’s body made an awful groaning sound when I kicked it with my boot.

“Right.” She raised one eyebrow. “I’m all ears.”

I had a few options, but we were short on time. While the club security gave no shits about anything other than making sure nobody stole drugs or cash, some do-gooder might call the police if we hung around too long. Someone had to have heard the gunshot.

“There’s a dumpster out back. We can shove him in there.”

Her jaw dropped. “That’s your plan?”

“Unless you’ve got a better idea, yes.”

“He’s got my DNA all over him! I don’t need some ambitious CSI tech connecting me with him!” she hissed.

“Good job the dumpster’s metal, and there’s a can of gasoline in my truck.” I pulled a zippo lighter from my pocket and flicked it.

Thea looked relieved. “OK, that’ll work.” Then she stepped forward and poked me in the chest. “But I’m still pissed with you! You have no clue how much trouble I’m now in because that asshole’s dead!”

Anger swept through me. She really was an ungrateful little bitch! I’d saved her life, for fuck’s sake, and she was still complaining!

“A thank-you would be nice!” I growled. A sensible woman would have read the room and stepped back. But no, she had to press forward and yell at me.

“I had it under control, you moron!”

“Call me a moron again and see how that works out for you, Thea!” I picked her up and threw her against the wall. “I said I’d help, but if you prefer, I can leave right now.”

Quick as a flash, she’d pulled a blade from her boot and pressed it against my neck.

“Eat shit, Kyril,” she snarled. “I’ve been taking care of dead bodies since I was ten.”

Despite being taken aback by her confession, I leaned into her blade and smirked. “I dug my first grave when I was eight.”

“I gutted a man when I was seven,” she threw back at me before rolling her hips against my growing erection.Jesus.I was on the verge of coming already. What was it about this woman?

She was…impossible, infuriating, sexy as hell, and more.

“Seven? That’s…” The chemistry between us exploded and our lips met in a ferocious kiss. Her knife tumbled to the floor with a clatter, forgotten.

Neither of us cared about the dead body lying on the floor a few feet away. Blood trickled down my neck from where Thea’s blade had nicked my skin. I should have been angry about it, but if anything, I was even more turned on.

Knowing she’d drawn first blood sent a spike of fiery lust through my veins. Thea was the first woman I’d met who was my equal in every way. Not only was she beautiful and sexy, but she was also lethal. My perfect, vengeful little princess.

I couldn’t get enough of her.

She moaned when I pushed her skirt up past her hips and ground into her pussy. For one heady moment, I entertained the idea of tearing her panties from her and sinking into her hot, undeniably wet pussy.

But I forced myself to hold back. Thea deserved better than fast and furious sex in a shitty room like this. I could still make her come, though.

My cock throbbed as I rubbed against her needy little clit. When I looked down, her eyes were half-closed, thick sooty lashes fluttering as she moaned.

“Does that feel good,malyshka?”

“Please…” she moaned louder.

I slipped my hand into her panties. She was wet, so wet. She shivered and whimpered in my arms when I swirled my fingers around her hard clit before sinking them inside her. She was tight. Really fucking tight. She’d feel so fucking good when I finally fucked her.

She whimpered louder when I pressed in deeper. Then I felt it. A ring of thicker tissue. Was she a…?

I pulled back immediately.

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