Chapter 64: MIXED FEELINGS: RELIEF OR DISGUST?

Arianna

A low chuckle left Vincent’s mouth. It sounded mocking.

I couldn’t look away from Brian, and I had no clue what to do. I knew he was dead now, but it wasn’t real until I saw how Brian fell to the ground when Vincent pulled away to stand up.

Vincent walked towards me, grabbing the hem of my dress with one hand and caressing the soft skin between my legs with the other, where his cum was smeared into my skin as his eyes locked with mine.

Looking at this man was as scary as it was thrilling, making my whole body shudder. I wanted to run away, but my feet were glued to the ground, unable to take any steps backwards.

“You killed him,” I finally spoke, breaking the silence that seemed to have stretched for ages, but couldn’t seem to stretch any longer.

“He pissed me off,” a light chuckle escapes his lips.

I wanted to kick him in his balls for doing such a thing, as it threatens our lives, but I can feel myself wanting to give in to his desires, his words, his presence.

He has always been unpredictable, a mysterious force that controlled me in so many ways. My body reacted instantly to his touch.

This feeling made me shiver with fear but also desire,” I can’t believe you killed him. We will be arrested if someone finds us here.”

Why am I so worried about finding the body, knowing I just witnessed someone’s murder?

I felt horrible.

Lifting his jacket, he sheathes his gun inside the holster and sidesteps around me to pull out some wet tissues from the box which was on the glass table for himself.

In confusion, I watch him clean the blood from his face and neck carefully, wiping his victim’s blood on his skin, removing the evidence of the man who just died in front of me. I was still in shock, the disgust still not making me feel anything but numbness.

Hearing some footsteps behind us, I twisted around in fear of someone finding us here, seeing this scene, which was very, very wrong. I was scared that we would be caught.

The brush on my arm made me wince, but then I relaxed when Vincent slid his bare fingers across my spine to curve his hand around my neck from behind, holding me close.

Placing a kiss on my shoulder, I shudder when he grazes his lips along my ear,” Don’t worry. They are my men. They will get rid of the body and will clean the room of any blood. Let’s just enjoy ourselves tonight. He didn’t deserve a quick death, but you made me so hard with your speech that I can’t wait to fuck you. Let’s go,” with those words, two men entered the room, and I recognised them immediately.

The men in black.

Nooding at us with a respectful bow, Vincent pulls me aside to let them work as they go to take the body, as one of them holds a massive plastic bag.

With a last glance, we leave the crime scene.

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Back at the main dance floor, I’m still numb in shock when Vincent steers us to the bar for some drinks.

Pushing me against the bar’s counter, his body is warm and strong when he cages me in between his arms. Signalling the bartender, a blond boy at the age of twenty-one maybe comes over to take our orders.

“What’s your poison tonight, mate?” An Australian accent is thick when I watch him wipe some glass with a towel.

“Whiskey for me and something sweet for my wife,” Vincent orders for us both and with a nod, he leaves to make our drinks.

Feeling a hand grip my waist, Vincent leans down to whisper,” Feeling scared of me now? I thought you would be happy once the bastard is dead. No more watching or touching what’s mine.” His husky voice sent chills down my spine, making me swallow heavily, trying not to tremble under his touch.

“I don’t want anyone to die. Everyone needs to get what they deserve, but you killed him out of jealousy. You promised to take him to jail,” I murmur, staring at him in the eyes.

His dark chuckle gives tingles between my legs when his fingers curl around my throat and tips my head back,” I promised to give you everything but not that. If anyone dares to hurt you or look at you the wrong way, I will kill them with my own hands, whether you like it or not. That’s my obsession and my vow. There’s no place where I will not find you if you run away. No regrets, just belong to me. In turn, I will always be yours, little rabbit,” kissing my neck, I can’t help but close my eyes from the intensity of his words.

There’s no coming back from that. Ever again