Page 91 of Vengeful Lies

“It is,” Eli says, still amused, as he stands to his full height, towering over all of them. “Because it’s not me you have to worry about.” He licks his bloody lip, and his lethal gaze finally lands on me. “It’s my future wife.”

I guess that’s my sign. Now’s my time.

This fucking psycho.

“Leaving it a bit close, aren’t you?” I growl at him.

As the first man turns to face me, my gun is already out. His eyes go wide as he goes to pull out his own weapon, but it’s already too late. I shoot him between the eyes, stepping back to avoid the body falling. Then I take aim at the one on Eli’s left, shooting him in the chest, and then the one on his right, putting a bullet in his forehead. It all happened so quickly that they didn’t have time to grab their own guns. Eli basically baited them into thinking they were in control. He was playing with them the whole time.

Eli shoves them to the side as their bodies fall. Anthony pulls out a gun, but I’ve already shot it out of his hand before he can raise it. He screams at the sight of his bloodied hand, and I shoot his kneecap just for fun.

Anthony continues screaming as blood begins to pool on the ground. Eli dusts off his shoulders as if disgusted that they placed their hands on him.

“You piece of shit!” Anthony curses.

Eli smirks as he turns to me, and my mouth goes dry as I watch him come toward me like a lethal God. He clears his throat and readjusts his cock. Is this motherfucker hard from watching me kill while he played damsel in distress?

I’m startled when he cups my face and pulls me in for a passionate kiss. I’m too shocked to do anything but stand there and let it happen. His lips are gone just as quickly as they were pressed to mine.

“Fuck, you turn me on. I would marry you tomorrow for that.” He pulls back, and as he does, I realize he’s taking my father’s gun out of my hands. It slips from my grasp, and I’m conflicted at the loss but still too stunned about Eli’s turn-ons. Is this asshole actually a masochist?

Anthony tries to crawl toward the closest gun, but Eli points my gun without even looking in his direction. He pulls the trigger, and the man’s body goes limp.

Did he seriously drag me out here to show me the future he wanted to build and, at the same time, purposefully look for a fight to simmer down and get hard in the meantime? That wild energy beneath his skin shifting from one vice to another.

“I like this look on you.” He touches my cheek, and I realize he’s wiping blood off of it. He slips the gun back into my hand while I stand there, stunned by the gentle touch of the killer in front of me. His eyes have cleared if only slightly, as if murdering a man swept away his agitation and left an easy calmness behind. “Did you think I was taking the gun back?”

I curl my fingers around the weapon, my heart racing for an entirely different reason now. Much like his own nature, the buzzing adrenaline within me needs to go somewhere, and I’m transfixed by him. I’d never thought of fucking someone after a kill until meeting him, and now I realize it’s the most incredible high I’ve ever had. Or maybe that’s only because of this man.

“I had my doubts,” I whisper.

“I’m ready for dessert now,” he says and cups my pussy. I stifle a laugh as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

On the second ring, someone answers, but I don’t recognize their voice. “I’ll pin you the address for a cleanup.” His gaze never leaves mine, and I feel like I’m hanging on his every word and breath.

“Let’s go so I can bury myself in that sweet pussy. That should be my reward, shouldn’t it?” He removes his hand from between my legs, and I can feel myself gushing.

“For setting me up?” I breathe restlessly as my feet naturally follow behind him.

“For showing you our future,” he corrects with a devilish smile as he glances over his shoulder at me.

Am I about to fuck him again?

Surely not.

Right?

CHAPTER 48

Eli

Ialready knew she was a badass, but watching her effortlessly kill on my behalf has my cock twitching to life. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. I didn’t actually think I would be attracted to someone who could so easily kill me. But it turns out it really does it for me. Who knew? It was all meant to be a business deal. But as the date of our wedding approaches, I feel like it’s more likely she’s going to run, and I’m more desperate to keep her.

I’m not sure how or when it happened, but it definitely did. I’ve fallen for my fake fiancée. Maybe it’s because of the way she whimpers with need when I’m inside her. Fuck, I’m getting hard just thinking about it.

She yawns in the seat next to me, her baggy clothes now covered in blood. She turns slightly, and I watch as her eyes grow heavy, and she falls asleep. I don’t want to wake her, so I just keep driving. I’d gotten my fill the moment we got in the car, and she straddled me, riding the wave of sweet adrenaline and pleasure.

Now she’s wiped. There’s only one more stop I have to make, and that’s to prove my father wrong.

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