Page 51 of Vengeful Lies

He steps out of my reach, and I snarl in irritation until my gaze locks on his very hard cock as he begins to stroke it. Blood trickles down his neck as he grabs hold of my ankle and yanks me down the front of the car. I almost fall off, but he raises my ass in the air as he hovers at my entrance.

“Do you want this cock to fill you?” he asks, still lazily stroking himself. My pussy is pounding to be filled, and I’m not so much of a saint that I can ignore my bodily desires.

“Yes,” I confess.

His eyebrow arches, beautifully split in two with the scar. “Such a fucking good girl.” He rubs his cock against my folds, and we both stare in bewilderment. How the fuck is he supposed to fit inside me?

“Did you have fun killing all those men today?” he asks as he spreads my juices over his erection. I breathe heavily, my body shaking with adrenaline.

“It’s written all over your face. We are the same, Kitten, whether you like to admit it or not. The thrill of the kill. The energy of the high. Needing that release afterward.”

“It’s a truce only this once,” I breathe, wriggling restlessly, trying to edge him into me.

He kicks up an arrogant smile. “You keep telling yourself that, Kitten.” He grabs my hip, and I hold my breath. “Look at me when I impale you with my cock,” he demands, and I do exactly as he says.

The pain is so sharp and explosive that I grunt from the sheer size of him. I wrap my arms around his neck for support as he holds me in place. This fucking man. This enigma. I can’t stop staring into his eyes because it’s like he sees every bit of me, and that’s as terrifying as it is exhilarating.

He pulls out and then hits the same spot again, triggering another hiss that quietly falls into a moan. He takes my lips again, and the fucking becomes desperate as we devour one another’s grunts and groans. I don’t usually kiss, but this otherworldly god demands his tribute.

The blade in my hand knicks his shoulder, and he hisses as he bites my lip, dragging his teeth along it as he pulls back. He stares down at me. I can taste blood on my tongue as a silent communication passes between us.

I adjust my hand, holding the knife, hooking it around his side, and angling the blade toward his back. “Do you like this?” I ask, dragging the tip from one shoulder to the other. He grunts, his pupils dilating, and he looks like he’s about to kill me.

But then his hips pull back and then thrust forward once more, impaling me again. I choke out a cry and drag the knife against his back again. He growls, slamming into me again, and then his lips are back on mine.

I can’t scream as he devours my mouth. A mix of pleasure and pain has me bucking my hips into him. My hands are working on their own, leaving small cuts down his back as he impales me again and again. My toes curl as he drives into me harder and harder.

He’s unhinged.

A monster sending me over an edge I never knew existed.

“F-fuck.”

“Scream my name!” he demands, biting at my lips again. I don’t know if it’s his blood or my blood anymore. And I can’t even string my thoughts together as he buries himself deepinside me. His hand wraps around my throat, cutting off my breath, and I limply take his thrashing.

“Say my name!” He curses, driving me into oblivion.

“Eli,” I barely gasp. His grip slackens, and he kisses me again as if in reward. I’m on the edge as I carve one more line down his back. He grunts into my mouth, his hips rolling into me.

“Eli!” I scream, snapping as I finally crash over the edge, and he’s holding me, supporting me as my body convulses on its own. He impales me one more time and curses under his breath as he begins to release inside me.

I’m riding the high, holding on to him for dear life as the crash comes in waves. I’ve shattered into a million pieces. The adrenaline that was once holding me together, is replaced by the very monster I shouldn’t be fucking.

Eli holds me as I cling to him, coming down from the peak of ecstasy. We stare at one another for a moment, an unnerving and dangerous energy crackling between us again.

I promised myself it would only be once.

A truce only for today.

But I’m unsure how to keep that promise when I’ve never been fucked to within an inch of my life like this, and something has never felt more right. For the first time in my life, I feel grounded and like I’m where I’m meant to be. And I have no idea what that even means.

Especially considering the bloody mess we’ve made of one another.

We’re both still breathing heavily as some kind of reality snaps us back into place, and I push against him as quickly as he pulls out.

I search for my clothes, ignoring his arrogant grin as he fastens his pants and belt.

I don’t want to acknowledge what just transpired between us, but whatever it was, it satisfied my immediate need for releasebut replaced it with something else entirely—addiction. Because I already want more.

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