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