Chapter 29: : Chapter 29

Ten million is how much tonight cost my fiancé, and I’m not the least bit sorry. Especially not with the two gold-plated guns I’m now gleefully holding in my lap as we leave the Ivanov’s estate. They were the only ones I could walk away with today. The others I giddily bid on to be delivered to the Monti mansion, and Eli promised to wrap them in a bow and hand them to me. Fuck the bow, just give me my guns.

The gold plating, although seemingly impractical, I fucking love.

I love them so much that I’ve allowed him to stroke the inside of my knee the whole ride home. And I try my hardest not to focus on his fingers against my skin.

When he pulls over at the front of my apartment building, the tension between us is palpable. I make a point to study one of the bullets.

“Tomorrow night, I want you to meet my parents,” he says.

I swallow as I polish the bullet with my thumb. “You’re really set on this, aren’t you?”

“A deal is a deal, is it not? You play perfect fiancée, and you’ll get your money and your guns back. After meeting my parents, we’ll start planning the wedding. The sooner it’s done, the better, wouldn’t you agree?”

A tightness constricts my throat as the wild thought of walking down an aisle to anyone suffocates me. He’s acting as if the fact I have a contract to kill him isn’t relevant anymore. I open my mouth and then close it again. I can’t even speak. I clear my throat and frown at the bullet as if it’s the problem I have the issue with. “I have a shift tomorrow.”

“Come after.” It’s not a request. His grip tightens on my knee, and I can’t help but look at him now. “Can I come up?”

My eyebrows raise in surprise. “You ask for permission now?”

“I’ve had someone berating me that I shouldn’t tell but ask.”

I scoff at that. “You just literally told me I have to meet your parents tomorrow for dinner.”

He takes the bullet out of my hand, and I watch it with keen interest as he rubs it against my lips, mesmerized. I don’t know why I’m so fascinated, but I am. What Eli lacks in words, he sometimes makes up for in touch. If I were a woman capable of love, I’d think the way he’s looking at me is as if he’s a man torn between lust and love. But neither of us is capable of that.

As if to prove my point, Eli slowly presses the bullet to the seam of my lips. The tip of it enters, encountering my clenched teeth. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes, pushing the deadly object with just enough pressure to force me to unclench my jaw and let him in. My tongue curls around the warm bullet, and he leans in, his thumb now caressing my jaw.

I can’t look away from his all-consuming gaze as he searches mine. What he’s looking for, I’m not entirely sure. I freeze as he brushes his lips against mine, and then his tongue is there, nudging against mine, demanding, imposing as always. Our tongues wrap around the bullet, battling for the upper hand.

I push it into his mouth as he pulls me over the middle console, and I awkwardly straddle his lap. He moves back his seat so there’s enough room for me. A small moan escapes me, and his fingers dig greedily into my ass cheeks in response. Heat floods my core as I rub along his erection, hungry and depraved.

I pull away with a pant, searching his eyes. He spits the bullet to the side, lifting my dress to my waist.

“What if someone sees us?” I breathe.

“You don’t fucking care,” he growls as he grabs the back of my neck. “Besides, the windows are tinted.” He pulls me back in for a kiss, but I resist him. He looks confused.

My pussy is throbbing, and I want so badly to impale myself on his cock. “I’m still going to kill you,” I tell him.

“So you keep saying.” He raises an arrogant brow as his thumb trails over the lace of my underwear and begins to circle my clit. Fuck. My body naturally arches toward him. “But not tonight.”

He pushes my panties to the side and thrusts a finger inside me. My back bows, and I moan as I ride his hand. “We can have a truce, but only for tonight,” I whisper, chasing my own pleasure.

“Call it whatever the fuck you want,” he growls as he inserts another finger, and I groan in pleasure. I’m soaking wet. When I look back down at him, he leans forward, crushing his lips to mine, biting and sucking.

I desperately begin to undo his belt, hungrily needing a release from the adrenaline that spiked from the tension of being in this car with this man.

“So aggressive.” His tone is one of approval as we both awkwardly lift to shove his pants enough to free his cock.

“Shut up,” I breathe, slapping my hand over his mouth and impaling myself on his cock. “Oh fuck!” My head drops back, and Eli bites down hard on my hand.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I begin riding him, my hips rocking back and forth, as I take my rightful fill. I move back a bit too far, honking the horn accidentally, but I don’t give a fuck. Eli’s hand snakes around my back, pulling me closer, and I moan as the pleasure intensifies with the change in angle. His teeth clamp down harder on my hand, most likely hoping it’ll become too painful for me to keep silencing him. But it’s not enough to deter me. In fact, I fucking love it.

When he applies even more pressure, I curse and finally remove my hand, realizing he’s drawn blood. It smears his lips, and I’m as horrified as I am turned on. There’s a beat between us when we assess one another’s approval.

He pulls me in closer as I continue riding him, and his lips find mine again as if his life hinges on it. I can’t stop moaning even as I taste my blood on him. His hands wrap around my throat, pressing the stones from the diamond necklace into my skin and cutting off my airway.

Fuck.

I keep rocking against him, and his thrusts match the rhythm I set. I can’t breathe. And yet, the lightheadedness is adding to my high.

My legs begin to shake as I reach a new, higher peak. He greedily kisses me, taking and taking until I fall over the edge. I can’t even scream as the wave washes over me, and I come on his cock. He lets go of me then, and the rush of air and pure bliss hits me like an avalanche.

He holds me in place as he jerks inside me, filling me up. His intense gaze keeps me grounded as I slowly rock my hips back and forth as I come down from the high.

Blood is smeared on his lips—and most likely mine—and my hand. I should be mortified, but there’s something untamed and carnal about fucking this man. Like he pins me down, marks me, and breaks me, and I get off on the high every fucking time.

“You enjoy milking my cock, don’t you, Kitten,” he says with an arrogant smile.

I mirror his smile. “It’s the least I can do, fiancé… before I kill you.”

His smile grows bigger, and I wonder if anyone gets to see this side of Eli. In all the photos I’ve seen of him, I’ve never seen him smile like this, so beautifully and openly.

My hand raises to his face, and I rub my hand against the scruff of his jaw as if petting him.

He seems perplexed by the tender touch, and even I don’t know why I feel so moved to do it. Aftercare is not my specialty.

I snap into a sudden realization. Aftercare? What the fuck am I thinking?

I lift myself off him and quickly scramble over to the passenger seat, pulling down my dress and adjusting my panties.

“Truce is over,” I say, my heart hammering and strange emotions I’m not entirely comfortable with, wanting to explode out. He’s chuckling, amused by my quick switch, as I place my golden guns in their case and practically jump out of the car.

“Aren’t you forgetting this?” he asks, holding up the bullet.

“I was hoping you’d choke on it. Keep it as a memento, asshole,” I bite out, slamming the door as he laughs.

I cut across the parking lot to my apartment building, focusing on the clicking of my heels as I walk.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

What am I feeling right now?

Why do I feel like this?

I hit the button to the elevator more times than needed, but when the doors finally close, I hold the gun case close to my chest and thump my head on the wall with a sigh.

A momentary truce, huh?

Meeting his parents?

Fuck, is this becoming real?

I pull my phone from my small clutch, noticing a new text message from my client that came in two hours ago. I feel the life drain from me as I read the words.

“Fuck.” The glint of my engagement ring catches my eye, and I swallow. I bite at the tip of my nail. The longer I prolong the hit, the longer… Well, I’m not entirely sure what I’m feeling.

The elevator doors open, and I hide any emotions that might be showing on my face. I’m a lethal hitwoman, for fuck’s sake. And no man will be my downfall.

I remind myself of that as I step into the hallway with my two golden guns.