Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

This guy wouldn't give up. I'd already told him I wasn't interested, yet here he was, trying again. Sure, I was looking for someone tonight, but he didn't even come close to meeting my standards.

"No," I snapped and discreetly pulled out the gun from my pocket. I didn't lift it, but it was aimed at his position in my left hand. "But I'd be happy to put a bullet in your head. What do you think?" I smirked as his face turned pale. His lips trembled, and he swallowed nervously. Shaking my head, I tucked the gun back into its holster.

I'd have to clean it later-it was still stained with blood, as were my hands.

"If you don't respect yourself, at least respect your wife," I added, raising my margarita glass. "Bastard."

"What did you just say?"

He started to reply, but his voice trailed off. I looked up to see him staring at the bartender in front of me. The bartender had crossed his arms, as if silently warning him off. The man walked away, but my attention shifted to the bartender now.

"Hey," I called, subtly pulling out my gun again and pointing it at him. "Aren't you curious why my hands are covered in blood? It's because I just killed someone."

He froze, and didn't speak to me afterward.

I lied. I didn't kill someone today. Instead, I punched a wall repeatedly until my hands bled. My left hand, the non-dominant one, took the brunt of it.

I wasn't crazy enough to injure the hand that earned my money-or gave me pleasure when I was alone.

Earlier, I called Kesha to hack the parking lot's CCTV, but there was nothing unusual on the footage-except for me. Even the moments where that man appeared were missing. He was always a step ahead of me, and now, the gap between us felt insurmountable.

"Hey," another man tried talking to me, yet I rolled my eyes in response.

I didn't know how many men had tried to talk to me tonight, but none of them caught my interest.

"Piss off." I raised my head to see who approached me.

My eyes widened when I saw Ash looking intently at me. His hands were tucked into his pockets.

He flinched when I suddenly grabbed his face. I tried holding his jaw, checking if he was wearing a mask, but he wasn't. He seemed weirded out by what I was doing, but he just let me. "What are you doing here?" I sighed in surrender.

I didn't even know what I was doing anymore. How could I tell if the person I was talking to was real or fake?

"I wanted to drink," he said as he pulled a chair to sit beside me. I let him. "Are you looking for someone to fuck again?"

"What's it to you?" I replied coldly, drinking the fifth margarita I ordered.

I noticed Ash's gaze travel from my chest to my bloodied hand. I observed him, and he didn't even look surprised.

His expression gave off the vibe that he already knew what had happened earlier. He didn't even ask why my hand was bleeding or injured.

I was about to turn my head back and continue drinking when Ash grabbed my jaw tightly, positioning my face in front of him.

My eyes widened, and I swallowed hard as his face came incredibly close to mine.

His presence and masculine scent intoxicated me more than the margarita I just had.

"I'm here," he said in a sweet, seductive voice. "You can choose me."

"No," I replied immediately.

I tried to pull his hand away, but he tightened his grip.

It was gentle yet rough. It didn't hurt, but I could feel his fingers pressing into my skin. I didn't know what to feel. My whole body felt like it was on fire.

He smirked, then his right hand moved to the space between my thighs. "Really?"

"Ah..." I moaned.

I was still wearing shorts and underwear, but I could already feel his warmth inside me, especially as his two fingers began playing with me.

This is why he sat beside me like this. He positioned himself to block my body from view so he could do this to me.

"Ah, shit..." I curled up my legs, biting my lower lip.

Embarrassment filled me when I noticed people turning to look at me because of my sudden moan. So this is what it feels like to be watched while making out or fucking someone. "You're wet," he said with a grin, watching my reaction intently. "Let me ease your mind for a while."

Ash pulled me closer to him and kissed me.

I found myself sitting in Ash's lap, straddling with his legs.

His left hand was roaming around my waist, while his other hand was on my nape as he tried to make the kiss deeper by pulling me towards him.

At the same time as he was sucking on my lips, he was also sucking on my entire being.

"You still taste good. You never changed," he told me in a husky voice as his lips gave me one last bite.

I moaned a little loudly when he suddenly sucked the skin on my neck. He makes me feel crazy.

His moves were aggressive and gentle at the same time. He squeezed my chest violently while his kiss was gentle.

"Ash..."

I can't take it. I know this isn't right, but my body can't take the heat anymore. Every second his hand caressed me, I was getting more and more crazy.

It feels weird, though. I just had an encounter with that bad man that looks exactly like Ash, and yet, here I was, making out with him.

And I fucking want him. So bad.

His other hand that was roaming around my body earlier started to stay in the middle of my thighs. He grinned when he felt my wetness there again. I bit my lower lip as his one finger tried to play with my clits, even with my panties on. A soft moan even escaped my lips, it was hard for me to control.

"Sshh," he looked at me as my body began to twist.

He hugged my waist with one of his hands to make my body stick to his.

"Don't move. We're just getting started. I want to hear you beg for more."

I closed my eyes as I felt how his fingers became aggressive in playing with me, the same as his kisses that were starting to travel down on my breasts. He trailed my cleavage with every kiss.

I held both of his shoulders tightly and bit my lower lip even more. I'm breathing deeply, while the heat I feel is gradually increasing.novelbin