Page 24 of Vengeful Lies

“Is everything okay?” Dutton asks as he climbs the last two steps.

I run a hand over my jaw, my cock painfully straining, as I wave the security guy over. He’s hesitant to obey.

“I’m sorry, sir. I thought you’d want to know that some young guys broke out into a fight and started stabbing one another out in the alley, and?—”

When he’s close enough, I grab the gun in his pants and shoot him dead center in the forehead. A scream sounds from behind him, and one of the blondes crawling all over Hawke is startled to sobriety. He jumps up, attentive and ready for action.

“Clean this shit up,” I bark, throwing the gun near the man bleeding all over my floor. Hawke glances between Dutton and me as if looking to be clued into what happened. Without further instruction, he starts yelling orders to other guards.

The partying around us continues, but I’m so fucking frustrated I think my cock is about to split in two.

Fuck.

She slipped straight through my fingers. I bring said fingers to my lips, licking them and enjoying the flavor. I can’t wait to taste her again.

Dutton stares at me as he inquires, “Did you learn anything about her?”

The only fucking thing I learned is she’s fast. And that she just so happens to wear my favorite color.

Red.

I grab my cigar from the table and light it as I contemplate my next move. I didn’t expect her to let me touch her… or for her to affect me the way she has.

Mark my words: before I kill her, I will fuck her just to get her out of my system.

“Not yet. But I will.”

“And, Dutton, a word of warning. Don’t ever touch her again.” I think of the moment he placed his hand on her lower back when they entered the club. I’ve never wanted to kill mycousin as much as right then in that moment. I’ve never been in the habit of sharing my toys.

I’ll unravel that sweet little cunt of hers like it’s my personal present from the devil himself.

Suddenly, Hawke’s idea of marrying her for convenience doesn’t sound too bad.

CHAPTER 12

Jewel

I’m out of my fucking mind.

I’m out of my fucking mind.

I’m out of my fucking mind.

As I race down the stairs and out of Lucy’s, I know I’ve crossed a line. But I’ll be fucked if there was any way I could stop it.

Fuck, just the reminder of what happened causes a hot flush to creep over my skin. It takes me two full blocks to realize I’m still running away from him. I stop dead in my tracks when I notice I’m not being chased.

My breath is shaky, and I brush my sweaty hands over my skirt.What was I thinking?

I was no better than a horny man because the moment he had me pinned, something fried in my brain. My wires got crossed and… Fuck, why is he so attractive?

This has to be part of his plan.

I thought I was toying with him, but that sure-as-shit got flipped on its head. I tap my finger against my lip, not at all okay with this change of events. My skin is still tight over my body, and I close my eyes, welcoming the cool breeze.

He’s a beautiful monster, indeed, and I’m fucking soaked because of him. Had it not been for his guard interrupting us, I probably would’ve let him fuck me then and there, even with an audience behind him.

I bite the tip of my nail. This just won’t do.

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