Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 134: Beg For More

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.

intently at me. His hands were

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

know what I was doing anymore. How could I tell

said as he pulled a chair to sit beside me. I let him. "Are you

I replied coldly, drinking the fifth margarita I

travel from my chest to my bloodied hand. I observed him, and he didn't even

knew what had happened earlier. He didn't even ask why

my head back and continue drinking when Ash grabbed my jaw tightly, positioning my face in

swallowed hard as

masculine scent intoxicated me more than

sweet, seductive

"No," I replied immediately.

hand away,

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

right hand moved to the space between my thighs.

"Ah..." I moaned.

his warmth inside me, especially

positioned himself to block my body from view so he

my legs, biting my

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

me closer to him and kissed

myself sitting in Ash's lap, straddling with

waist, while his other hand was on my nape as

my lips, he was

taste good. You never changed," he told me in a husky voice as