The Billionaire's Kept Woman

Chapter 287 - Heat And Guns

Victor knew well that he had felt it while he's ramming this beautiful lady. He stopped when a few memories swirled when he heard the same moaning and screaming. He was in a car with her and that's when he proposed to her.

"Don't stop," Violet said frustratingly. "Love, don't stop."

He thrust again and it was more aggressive than before and she squirmed when he rubbed her sensitive button. She squirmed and shook her head. The couple ended up having that great orgasm. She was drained and he was too. He kissed her nape and caressed her shoulders.

"I think we caught too much attention." He said as he pulled out and took out the condom. He tied it and placed it on the small trash ban. He slouched at the backseat and pulled her closer to him. She giggled and kissed his lips.

"Does your leg feel fine?"

"Yes," He said.

"But you are shaking." She said and checked his injured leg. "Next time let me waste my energy."

"No. It's fine." He scooped her neck as he stared at her luscious lips. "I'll drive."

"Victor. If you are in pain, you should say so." She tapped his cheeks and kissed his lips. She put her underwear on and her skirt on. Then, she crawled toward the driver's seat. She turned on the vent and pulled out the car from the corner as she continued driving on the highway.

Victor suddenly feels drained as he relaxes in the backseat. The woman who claimed to be his wife was still energetic and was driving expertly to someplace. He fixed himself and moved closer to her.

"I can drive." He said.

"Are you afraid that I'll kidnap you?" She smirked at him. "Don't worry. I already did and you were already in my trap."

"I am not afraid."

He fixed her shirt and rubbed her shoulders.

"I had thought that you might be tired from what I did."

"No. I'm not. You are the tired one, my love. Your leg might hurt." She tapped his hand. "I love you too much."

He leaned back at the backseat and stared at her from the rear mirror. She peeked at him with that genuine smile. He was quiet for a while and in twenty minutes they arrived at the site. He put his coat on and cap on, he hopped out and opened the car door for her. She smiled at him as she took her belt bag.

"Love, can you get the equipment?" She asked him nicely as she opened the trunk. Then, she took the black duffel bag that weighed twenty kilos with one hand. She slammed the door of her SUV and waited for him to get all of it.

"All of these?"

"Yes, love." She said softly.

He took the cases that also weighed more than twenty kilos each. She clicked the remote as the truck closed.

"Is that heavy?" He asked.

"No." She shook her head.

They went inside as they were welcome. She spoke to the reception area and then they were escorted by firing assistants. They led them to the wide and private firing range that she paid a lot in advance. He put the bags carefully over the table and then he took hers and frowned.

"It's heavy." He told her.

"It's not." She giggled at him. He stopped and glanced at the bang of the gun and the clangs of the metals on the other side.

"That's a good shot." He commented. He looked around as they had levels on what to shoot. They can go on hard levels as the targets would move fast.

"We don't need any assistance." She told the instructor. He left and waited outside. He opened the cases and stared at the types of guns she had and lots of bullets.

"Why do you have these types of rifles?"

"They are new." She said. "I will just test them."

"These are beautiful and expensive." He said.

"Yes, and especially these handguns." She opened the other case and grinned at him. "I love the snipers most." She said as she looked at his crotch. "Mostly big guns."

He scoffed and reached her neck. He caressed it as he bent down and kissed her lips.

The couple started assembling guns. She fired first with the handguns and only wore earplugs. Victor watched her fire the guns without blinking and without missing any target. She's a sharpshooter and she's also fast. He realized that she isn't just some punk who knows how to hold guns. She's trained and she's skilled. She removed the magazine and checked the gun if it was stuck inside. She put it down as she walked around him and held his waist.

"Alright, love. I know what you want." She reached the magazine of the machine gun that he set up. "Do you still remember?"

"I don't remember anything." He said. But he was well knowledgeable about guns and other tactical equipment. He caressed the beautiful machine gun and glanced at her.

"This is our date. We can play here all you want."

"Then, this is a very expensive and beautiful date." He reached her arm, pulled her closer, and kissed her passionately. He grabbed her butt and squeezed it under her skirt. "God, you are killing me." He whispered.

"Don't say that. I want you to feel alive every time you are with me."

"Then, you are making me aroused, Vi."

She gently pushed him and pointed at the cameras.

"Hey, we can't do that here." She giggled at him. He nodded and kissed her neck. Then, he put his earplugs on and started firing. She only watched him kill all of the mannequins and since everything here is high-tech and this firing range is owned by Harvey, it's easy for them to have the highest advantage. Not to mention that everything was Victor's plan to have.

Just three months ago, Harvey bought a firing range and took Victor's idea about the training about firing and other tactics. He fired all of the moving bodies and he might have missed a few points but when it comes to this type of gun, it'll be hard for the other person to survive or to receive a major injury.

Somehow, in the same location. Another couple was having a date.

In the other room of the range, Leon was busy teaching her girlfriend about handling guns. They've been practicing for a few days now and they were mostly flirting but then, she was also surprised about his marksmanship.

"By the way, the other room seemed to be in war." She commented.

"That one is a veteran in war." He smiled at her.

He went to the door and peeked at Violet and Victor who were busy flirting while Victor had his arms around her possessively. He is busy shoving his face to her neck. He frowned. He hated that Violet was suffering because of Victor. But since she loved him so much and their boss owes his life to Victor, he needs to force himself to be happy and think that everything is alright although he knows that it's risky to be closer to Victor. In the situation where his memories with Violet or his other memories were twisted, it will be hard to trust him.

"Leon, come back." His girlfriend called. He stepped away, turned around to Alicia, and smiled. "Alright, my hands are still shaking and getting numb, but I like the big gun. It's not quite as heavy as the shotgun."

"Good, huh?" He smiled at her.

"Yes," She smiled at him. She put down the gun after putting it to safety. Somehow, she managed to memorize and it became a habit of doing all of the basic rules. "I love to stay but we need to go."

"Sure," he placed the unloaded guns back in their case and she also helped him with single things. Then, he beeps for someone to help them clean up as he takes their bag and leaves while holding hands together.

"By the way," she looked up at him. "Can you help me with some poses?" She asked. "I have a modeling tomorrow and I've been eating veggies and less meat."

"I know. You look wonderful." He grinned at her. "I can't wait to have you later."

Back in the VIP firing range, Victor was more concentrated on her being tat femme fatale woman while holding big guns, running, hiding, and shooting. The most interesting part was because she was wearing a skater skirt and it's easy for her to move around and wouldn't mind if her underwear was showing, but overall, she was sexy and arousing.

His ears started ringing although he had his earplugs on. He removed it and held his head as flashes of memories in a war started playing. They were serving under the name of the Dragon Empire who funded them and she is his girlfriend and the only one who understands him.

She was finished when she noticed him be struggling. She approached him and put the gun down safely and reached his face.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Violet," he whispered. She pursed her lips and nodded at him. "Viola."

"That's right." She caressed his forehead. "Let's have a seat and relax, okay?"

She led him to the sofa and made him lean.

"You are mine.." He grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently.