Beneath the Fox's Claws: Sent To Kill My Father's Enemy
of my clubs - Il Sog
ver glasses. The floor trembles with the bass under my feet. But
leans against the b
ses her thighs like an invitation. Her lips-plump and alluring-beg to be ruined, to be slammed against a wall and claimed. And her eyes...God, thos
out to be a
acks. The aura she exudes corrects his attempt. The moment I see that,
st, he melts into the
d man, walks towards me
ing this? Don't you find h
She is a breed you don't find
at if she's w
g it? Is it inside the hole I will be pounding tonight? Loo
king like this, but you're not act
ch tonight, man. I
you, but I'l
towards her. "Do what
ar, I grab two black Amaro, and hand her one. She takes it, staring at me over the rim of the glass as she dr
foreigner at the same time. Red hair, blue eyes that pull yo
me," I say, almos
at not why you are
he's b
nce I believe you are aware as
r frame from the bar
ways that promise heaven. We step into one of the VIP rooms, welcomed b
ead those legs for me to see t
't sit. Just stands there, staring at me with
he asks. " Why don't you sit in
ing intrigued b
ading their legs, while sliding their
can make me har
just staring at me? And also, I
een throbbing in demand for a while now. "I guess you know your stuff. C
some particularly sinful gift. Her fingers trail across my skin, sending jolts of electricity through my veins, he
rench accent that has been bothering my h
ake it?" I ask
try," she
on, lit
slip from the wait. My p
y head backwards, feeling her soft palms stroking
el the wetness
wn her throat, but I am giving her time to adjust to my s
savoring the tip, wrapping her tongue around my cock
. Fuck
good. Fucking good. My left hand finds her head, thrusting her deeper into my dick
ing my head back as my body trembles slightly r
uth with her fingers, sitting on my lap, legs on either side, arms around my neck. My
e daring l
I bet you still want to fuck
et right,
ells like trouble-orange blossom and spice, with a hint of jasmine. My chest bare as she strips off my shirt, her lips trailing down my neck to my collarbone, her hands mapping every trea
g to be this good?" I ask. She
re my
omething clicks. The whisper of steel
p open. And
st
. De
e let my
sharp pain under my gut-the knife
ely recognize, escapes my lips. I buckle, throwing h
ch has s
ng every trace of softness that was there
ler. This is a godda
bleeding. My cock still half-har
o hesitation, like a pre
this bitch? An
avy lamp on the side table, I swing
as
ond. I stagger to my feet, clutching my side. A broken shard in my fist. Blood
all, grab her hair, driving her head in, using my weight to pin her, as I drive the shard through her side. She lets out a
nches lower, the
nch her once across the jaw-then twice. That should've knocked he
hell is she hidi
rist again, twisting it until I hear a bone snap. She screams. Elbows me. Headbu
pposite wall and leans against it weakly. I drive her head into the drywall, It crack
side is now a
ng," she hiss
, sweetheart," I groan,
d it's fast. The cold is starting to
ware of and is going to take
er eyes. I don't know if it Hesitat
way she
e knife in
t
ood splashing everywhere. My hand's useless as I pr
This can't be it. Not like this. Dying at th
steps outside. H
ith her... and the last thing I register is the cold seeping