Page 66 of Vengeful Union

A thrill rushes through me.

He’s an accountant, not a gangster. What could he possibly have done?

“I don’t scare easily.”

I let go of his chin, but he keeps my gaze, his throat still working.

“You could mind your own business,” he sneers, but it’s not anger that rushes through me, but something else.

I’m worried about him.

“Tell me.” My voice is insistent, and I don’t look away from him.

“I killed him,” he whispers. “Is that what you wanted to know?”

Instead of biting, his tone is hushed, like it’s a secret he doesn’t want anyone to know.

I freeze, my hand pausing as I wash the blood off his neck.

“Killed who?”

“Scott. The man who tried to...”

The memory comes back to me, hitting me like a freight train.

Him trying to spread my legs, his body covering mine, his breath hot against my neck.

“Good.” I don’t know what I’m saying until I say it. It’s the first thing that comes to mind.

“I’ve never killed anyone before.”

I continue washing him off, and he puts his hand over mine, making me scrub harder, until his skin is reddening from the hot water.

“Why did you kill him?”

Rory snaps his gaze to mine, his eyes filled with anguish. “Why do you think?”

I lick my suddenly dry lips, passing the washcloth over his abdomen where a stray streak of blood remains.

Rory shudders, his cock rising to attention, his eyes still on mine, unashamed.

“I’m glad he’s dead.” I brush his wet hair from his face. “Thank you.”

“You’re thanking me for killing someone?”

“For killinghim,” I correct. “God knows what he would have done if you hadn’t stopped him. God knows what he would have done to other women.”

“You’re saying it was the right thing to do?”

I shrug. “Right and wrong have always been a little blurred in my household. You protected me and whoever else he might try to hurt. He’ll never touch a woman like that again. That seems like the right thing to me.”

Rory lets out a shaking breath, and I lean over to kiss his throat, sucking a small mark there. Rory’s moan rumbles in his chest.

I move my hand to put around his growing erection, but he grabs my wrist roughly, making me gasp.

“Not here,” he says gruffly, and stands up, dripping, grabbing a towel to sling around his hips.

I walk back into the bedroom, taking off my clothes in a hurry.

---