Vengeful Lies (Vengeful Lies #1) Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Vengeful Lies Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
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I squeeze her tit and twist. She hisses, but her body arches further into me, that demanding little ass still wriggling against my cock.

Fucking hell.

“These perfect tits,” I whisper into her ear, waiting for her quick tongue to lash me with a reply. But when she remains silent, a male pride fills me. I’m still watching her in the vague reflection from the glass wall. I gently release her wrist and skim my fingers down her skirt. When I drift them back up, she lifts off me just enough so I can pull the skirt up higher.

The moment my fingers touch the lace of her panties, I realize with satisfaction that she’s already fucking soaking.

Fucking beautiful.

“You want this, don’t you?” I purr into her ear.

When she doesn’t respond, I twist her other tit, and she snarls under the savage contact.

“You’re already soaking wet for me.”

“There was a handsome guy down⁠—”

I move my hand from her breast and wrap it around her throat again, cutting off her airflow. I begin to circle her tight bud through her panties. “I suggest you never mention another man to me again. As of now, you are my property until I decide to discard you. Do you understand?”

She can’t speak, but she can nod. She doesn’t attempt to do either. But she also doesn’t try to free herself from my hold.

I slip my finger under the edge of her panties, dipping into the warm flesh that welcomes me. She moans and sinks back against my chest, and I can see the redness flush down the back of her neck from her lack of air supply.

“Do you like that, Kitten?” I ask, pumping my finger into her.

She moans, and I’m dying to replace my cock with the two fingers now working her slick pussy.

“Tell me you want it,” I coax as I loosen my grip.

After catching her breath, she admits, “It appears you might be useful for something after all.” Then she moans, and I smile as I slip a third finger into her, slamming into her pussy. She’s wriggling against my palm, thirsty for more. Thirsty for my cock.

Fuck, she feels even better than I could’ve imagined, and I’m pumping into her with my fingers, almost in disbelief at how wet she is for me.

“Sir!”

My cute little killer freezes at the sound of my new bodyguard coming to a stop behind us.

“Fuck off!” I grit out, but it’s too late. Jewel has already broken free of my grip, shimmying her skirt down as she steps out of my reach.

I glare at the new guard, whose eyes widen when he realizes he’s just triggered his untimely death.

“Anyway, that’s been an hour, asshole. Thanks for patching up my hand.” She makes a break for the staircase.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I growl, adjusting my rock-hard cock, as she looks over her shoulder with an antagonizing smile. I would usually break kneecaps if someone gave me that much sass.

She has the tenacity to wink at me before she flees down the stairs.

“Is everything okay?” Dutton asks as he climbs the last two steps.

I run a hand over my jaw, my cock painfully straining, as I wave the security guy over. He’s hesitant to obey.

“I’m sorry, sir. I thought you’d want to know that some young guys broke out into a fight and started stabbing one another out in the alley, and⁠—”

When he’s close enough, I grab the gun in his pants and shoot him dead center in the forehead. A scream sounds from behind him, and one of the blondes crawling all over Hawke is startled to sobriety. He jumps up, attentive and ready for action.

“Clean this shit up,” I bark, throwing the gun near the man bleeding all over my floor. Hawke glances between Dutton and me as if looking to be clued into what happened. Without further instruction, he starts yelling orders to other guards.

The partying around us continues, but I’m so fucking frustrated I think my cock is about to split in two.

Fuck.

She slipped straight through my fingers. I bring said fingers to my lips, licking them and enjoying the flavor. I can’t wait to taste her again.

Dutton stares at me as he inquires, “Did you learn anything about her?”

The only fucking thing I learned is she’s fast. And that she just so happens to wear my favorite color.

Red.

I grab my cigar from the table and light it as I contemplate my next move. I didn’t expect her to let me touch her… or for her to affect me the way she has.

Mark my words: before I kill her, I will fuck her just to get her out of my system.

“Not yet. But I will.”

“And, Dutton, a word of warning. Don’t ever touch her again.” I think of the moment he placed his hand on her lower back when they entered the club. I’ve never wanted to kill my cousin as much as right then in that moment. I’ve never been in the habit of sharing my toys.



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