Chapter 66: MAKING LOVE WITH THE GUN

Vincent

There’s a sound of groan somewhere, and my eyes snap to the guy who seconds ago was watching us. He has his hand inside his pants, obviously fisting his junk, and the girl beside him looks pissed that his attention is on us and not her. Licking his lips, he stared at me, dominating my girl in my arms, and my eyes narrowed to slits in murderous intention to rip his eyes out of his sockets.

My hand moves before my brain registers my thoughts. Pulling my gun out of the holster, I point the barrel at him while pressing my girl closer to me, hiding her eyes from what I’m doing, when her mouth meets my neck in short gasps, noticing the sudden movement.

“Look at her another second, I will put a bullet between your legs,” my threat is loud enough for him to hear, and he freezes in fear when those lustful eyes focus on the weapon in my hand, fingers itching to pull the trigger after pulling the safety off.

The girl is also frozen in shock, but doesn’t dare to move at all. Feeling Arianna twisting around in my lap to move away, my other hand pushes her head between my neck, not letting her see anything.

“Vince, what are you doing? Stop,” there’s a tinge of fear in her voice, but in that moment, I didn’t care; my sole focus was on the asshole who dared to eye-fuck my girl.

Doesn’t matter that I’m holding her; he still has the balls to fucking stare at her in this tight, beautiful dress, drooling at the sight.

He lets out a nervous laugh,” Man, I have no intentions towards your woman. It’s just you looked pretty comfortable, and it made me horny. That’s completely normal in this place, no? I won’t touch her or anything,” he tries to explain himself, not taking his eyes from the gun.

Arianna still tries to push me away, but I click my tongue, forcing her head down. The urge to kill him was strong, but I knew it would be a mess if I shot him like this. I needed to calm down or plan to kill him later when I take him to my cabin alone. That way, he will remember even in the afterlife that he died because he looked at her and imagined himself in my place. Holding her like this.

“Vince, please…don’t do this,” Arianna pleads, and I almost caved to her sweet words, but begging not to kill the guy, defending him so I let him live after looking what’s mine, the anger only made me more crazy with thirst for his blood.

“You dared to look at her. Seeing her like this, you wish to be the one who fucks her later and taste how sweet she is, don’t you? Your eyes and the swelling in your balls for a taste of her made you horny, not because you liked us together. For that alone, I wouldn’t let you just walk away before I make you forget her.” The malice in my words was evident.

“Vincent!” My full name, in a sharp tone underneath my chin, makes me lose focus on the guy when my surprised eyes stare down at Arianna, who has managed to put some distance between us but still sits in my lap, shooting daggers at me.

I narrow my eyes at her,” Baby, don’t interfere. I’m close enough to snap, and I don’t want to fight with you when I need someone to kill,” warning her, I don’t even lie that I’m planning to murder someone, but instead of scared, she looks more pissed.

“You will not do anything, do you hear me?” She sounds so clear now that I might have imagined her being drunk and horny minutes ago.

Squeezing the trigger, I don’t take my eyes off her,” Are you ordering me?” The chuckle that escapes me is mocking,” Did you forget what I am and what I do to people who look at you the wrong way?” Now that she has my full attention, I pull the safety back on and flip my gun to point the barrel at her pretty slender throat, taunting her.

The guy is already forgotten, thanks to her. He should thank her on his knees since I spared him from becoming a bloody milkshake when I’m done with him.

I would never hurt her, but I get moody when someone interrupts my kill, even if it’s her.

Eyes wide, full of fear, noticing the gun pointed towards her this time, I watch her swallow as her throat bobs from the action, not daring to move her neck as I slide the tip against her skin, grazing her shoulder with gentle strokes.

“Are you scared now? Are you admitting to yourself that you are dating a villain? Your monster?” I grin, satisfied by her reaction.

Leaning closer, my nose makes a trail to her hair, and I inhale, smelling strawberries as I continue to pet her with my gun,” You’re terrified because you might die if I put a bullet in you, aren’t you? You think I will kill you since you saw me murder someone an hour ago. We still haven’t talked about that, you know?” I whisper in her ear, my lips brushing the skin like deadly ghost whispers, enjoying the thrill of some danger.

We both know it, she loves it as much as she fears it. Another fantasy of hers.

Making love with the gun like it’s my cock.