Page 49 of Vengeful Lies

It’s dark and eerily quiet in the parking lot, but I can still see the unimpressed look he gives me and hear the waves crashing on the shore in the distance.

“If you were going to kill me, you wouldn’t have missed,” he states confidently, his long strides eating the distance between us until he stops directly in front of me and grabs the wrist of my hand holding the gun. He slams me against the car, and I’m startled but fight against him in equal measure. Adrenaline zips through me, and the air crackles around us as we battle for dominance. He pushes his hips against me, and my lips part in surprise at the bulging pressure of his cock behind his pants.

“Did you have fun in there, Kitten?”

“A little heads-up would have been appreciated,” I say, trying my hardest to ignore the tingles erupting along my skin.

“See how fucking hard you make me?” he growls. A pool of heat floods my core, and a low rhythm begins to hum between my thighs. His gaze skitters over my features, and then he stepsaway. “I don’t want anyone else seeing you flushed like this. Get in the car.”

I’m surprised by the sudden switch. Wait. Did I want something else to happen? My body is a confusing, flustered mix of need and excitement. Where shooting usually gives me a high and then a calm, relaxed feeling, I currently feel like I’m on fire with no way to put it out.

I take my seat and buckle the seat belt, fidgety in the car because of the endorphin rush.

He doesn’t even bother with his own seat belt as the car fishtails on the slippery road as he takes off.

“I can see the look on your face. You get a high after killing, just like me,” he says.

My gaze dips to his cock. “I don’t,” I lie. He’s driving at such a fast speed, I have no idea where he’s even taking me, but I can’t stop looking at him. My body is coated with a buzz that I can’t shake off, and it has something to do with this powerful man beside me, pushing against me with a level of tension I’ve never competed against.

A natural born killer.

“Are you sure? Because if you’re anything like me, fucking after you kill is the best damn high.”

“I’m not fucking you.” But it’s barely a whisper, and my thighs clench together automatically. He definitely notices it, and I can hardly push down the lump in my throat. I’m fighting against myself now for every fiber of control. What fucking spell has he put me under?

I have never fucked anyone after firing my guns. And the men I’ve fucked in the past have all been one-night stands.

“Well, I would like to fuck you,” he states, sharply turning the car. We veer off the road, and he slams hard on the brakes before we hit a line of trees. He turns to me then. The moon beamingdown, and the dim interior lighting cast an unholy shadow across his features.

He’s as terrifying as he is beautiful.

My heart is pounding, and I can’t look away. My pussy is throbbing, and I’m crippled under his intensity.

“Can we call a truce for ten minutes?” he asks breathlessly.

“A truce?” I question, staring at his lips.

“A release,” he promises. “Let’s finish what we started that night at Lucy’s before you ran like a coward.”

I internally tense at his provocation. Before I can speak, he orders, “Get out of the car.” And then he’s hefting himself out of his seat and rounding the hood, rushing to open my door. I realize with sudden clarity that the palpable tension I felt before wasn’t one-sided. The only reason he drove us farther down the road was so there would be no threat if we were distracted.

My heart is pounding in my chest. My head logically knows I should fight him on this. If I give in, I’ll only be giving him what he wants. Handing over my power. But another side of me thirsts to feed off him. To taste a man that powerful and have his carnal urges dance with mine. I’ve never been with a man like him before, and I have the sense it’ll ruin me.

Hell, I’m already ruined.

He holds his hand out to me, and I try to moisten my mouth, the buzz from the kill still at an all-time high. I’m not thinking straight as I unclip the seat belt.

“You owe me a favor if I do this,” I say.

He smiles wickedly. “Forever negotiating. I’ll give you anything but your guns. Now, put your lips on my cock.” He takes my hand and yanks me into him. The calm rhythm of the ocean waves in the background and the moon shining down on us are opposite to the carnal tension crackling between us.

I should run.

His hand grips tightly onto my hip, and he slams me against him so I can feel his erection. A small moan escapes me, and I’m crazy to think I could pull away from this now. He pins me against the car, his hand scooping under my ass as I balance on top of his cock. For a moment, we just stare at one another, unsure of what to do. Some kind of new awakening happening in both of us.

It’s hard to think clearly through the haze of desire, but I’m certain of one thing: I want this man.

Even though I shouldn’t.

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