Page 20 of Sweet Venom

But I don't give her my words. I'm not sure that I could if I wanted to. Instead, I wait lazily, letting my hands trail underneath her sexy hips, where they rest for short seconds until she reaches for the hem and pulls the shirt off over her head. Once the shirt is removed, my eyes automatically find her neck, seeing the full extent of his mark that was only partially visible before. I can only imagine what that moment was like for her, because I couldn't see it in the dark. I've had this woman in every way. I've pounded into her hard, and she loved every second, but I've never laid my hands on her hard enough to leave a mark. It's not in my nature, and if she had said no earlier, my brother would be in a world of pain, but I know better than most some people like it this way.

As my eyes slowly descend, I see a small bruise on her hip bone, and I take a deep breath, letting the sight of marks on my girl by the hand of another man steep. As my thumb ever so slowly brushes over the spot on her hip, I let the thoughts of the man who made it flood through my mind, and it's then that I know this is what I want. Enough silence has passed to make her question her decision to show me the marks, and she reaches for her shirt out of insecurity, but I stop her hand.

"Are there any more?" I say, keeping my tone even and unthreatening. I'm not trying to make her feel self-conscious or insecure, but I know that my actions thus far have given her no reason to feel anything less than uneasy.

"Ellis," she pleads. When her eyes meet mine, she sees my need and nods before slowly moving from my lap and turning so that I can see the bruise on her ass from where he gripped her cheek hard. I know she's aware of every mark. Once the shower turned off, she was in there for long moments, surely examining her body and the damage done from their rendezvous at the club.

I saw her escape his hold, jamming her heel into his foot, only for him to chase her down the hall and pin her to the stairwell door. Were it not for the fact I watched her headbutt him, I would have had words with my brother, but I know my girl can more than handle herself, and what's more, I've had a front-row seat to their shared hate, which I know is nothing more than a front for a desire they both have and can't act on because I exist. They will defend their shared hate profusely, but they haven't realized that some of our deepest desires spawn from the deadliest hate.

"Bend over. Ass up." I order in a tone that allows for zero argument, and for once, she does so without question.

Sebastian's marks are purposeful, but I don't believe he left them for me. In fact, I'm sure I was nowhere in his mind when he left them. No, he left them for her. The two of them love to loathe each other for the same reasons they hate themselves. He is the devoted brother and son, putting family above his own need, and she is impulsive, letting her emotions rule over her good sense. To the outside looking in, they look like free spirits, uninhibited, but what he doesn't see is that her impulsiveness is the bane of her existence, and in turn, she doesn't see that his loyalty and anger are his.

With her naked on my bed, ass up in the air, and pretty pussy on display, I can't help but get to my knees behind her and press myself against her flesh as I bend over and kiss her shoulder. I let my hands glide up her sides, over every curve. I want to take her so badly. I want my girl, but I won't—not tonight. Tonight is about her. Lifting her hair, I move it over her right shoulder so that her neck is bared to me as I kiss my way from her shoulder to the spot behind her ear that I love to tease. Once I reach her dainty lobe, I give it a teasing nip before saying, "I missed you, baby."

Her weight gives out underneath me, and I collapse on top of her. "Ellis, please. I can't do this. I can't—"

"Are you telling me another man can see what's meant for my eyes only, and you'll allow my brother to cover you in bruises, but now my touch isn't welcomed?" I say as I roll off of her.

I'm already at my limit with my own feelings, but when she rolls over, and I see her tears, I see a first. "Ellis, I want you so much it hurts. It's the entire reason I'm back, and I thought I could do it. I thought I could be what you deserve—"

Rolling her onto her side I brush the hair away from her face to meet her eyes. Vivian and I haven't been together long—six months, tops, including the two months we were apart—and I have yet to see her cry. I never want to be the reason for any woman's tears, but right now, I can't find it in me to be anything but mad.

"Vivian, this has to stop. You have to stop projecting how you believe I should feel onto me. Charlie used to do the same shit. I know what I want." I pull her into me and force myself into her space, making my presence unavoidable. She's scared of how she feels, and in typical Vivian form, she comes back only to try and run, but this time, I'm not letting her go.

"You realize comparing me to her is fucked up, right?"

I lift her leg and drape it over my hip, realizing that she isn't going to make anything easy for me tonight. No, tonight I will have to force her into submission. She's too wound up for the slow exploration I had hoped to give her. Her body is a fucking masterpiece, one I could explore for hours, and I had every intent on doing that tonight, reacquainting myself with every peak and valley, but that will have to wait.

"That might be true, but you know why it was her." Charlie was supposed to be a job, but the second I moved her in to keep her close, she slowly crept under my walls and broke through my defenses.

"It would probably still be her if she hadn't married Mason. It's cool. I get it; it's not like you guys are blood—"

I silence her deflections quickly by sliding my middle finger through her folds. "Damn it. Why do you have to be so difficult?" I bite out as I slip my finger into her tight pussy. Fuck, I want that to be my cock so bad. I watch as she bites her plump bottom lip and closes her eyes on a slow moan. I pump her slowly several times, ensuring she's thoroughly aroused and pliant. I need her to relax and let go. Whatever resolve she found that brought her back somehow disappeared the moment we reconnected, and I need to bring her back. I slip my finger out, running it through her lips and spreading her wetness before dipping back in.

Bringing my mouth to her jaw, I trail kisses along the edge until I reach her mouth, where I stop when I meet the corner. Her hips have slowly begun to rock into my hand, and she's right where I want her, but I need her eyes. Our conversations are far from over, but if I want my words to be heard, this is the way. I reluctantly slip my finger out and wait for her to open her eyes. It only takes her a second, and those big brown eyes that I love are on mine.

"It was never going to be her, because she was never mine to have. She was taken long before there was ever an us. Charlie was not my fate." Her eyes leave mine, a sign she's clearly overwhelmed by the emotion behind my words, but I'm not done. I know her pretty little head is looking for a smart reply that downplays the heart behind my words. So, I shove two fingers back in before she can find her deflections, earning her eyes once more. Then I add, "My destiny is the hellcat laying naked in my bed, and baby, I wouldn't want it any other way."

Her lips part, and I can't help but cover them with my own, dying for a taste of more. I crave Vivian Fiori. I operate sex clubs. I'm surrounded by beautiful women all day, and no one has turned my eye since this woman entered my life. It's how I'm resolute in our way forward. Not even the marks of another man dampen my desire. If anything, they only spur me on, making me want to work harder to leave my mark on her heart. The longer we kiss, the hungrier she gets. Her hand slides down my torso, looking for my cock. When she reaches the hem of my pants, she glides her palm over the outside, thoroughly stroking me before pulling back and saying, "Ellis, I need you inside of me."

I don't respond with words; instead, I push her onto her back and pin her arms to either side of her head as I firmly press my cock into her core. I can't help but look down between us. She's so damn beautiful spread wide for me. It's hard not to take what she's offering when I finally have her right where I want her, right where she belongs, but I'll wait. I'll wait because I have my eye on forever, not just tonight.

"Patience, baby," I say before I come down on top of her and take her mouth once more, slowly making my way down her perfect body. As I kiss my way down her neck, I intentionally pay extra attention to the mark Sebastian left there, running my tongue over the entirety of his blemish. I need her to feel my acceptance, and the way she's pressing her hips up into me, searching for friction as I do, assures me that, at this moment, she's accepting that part of herself. The part that's more than okay with me allowing another man to touch what should be mine alone.

Moving to her breast, I can't help but lose myself a little and suck hard, making her whimper. Shifting my weight to one arm, I trail my right hand down her stomach until I find her clit, where I rub slow circles, giving her body the pleasure she needs to match the pain. I pinch her nipple between my teeth just enough to make her hiss before trailing my lips across her chest to the other. I match my treatment and suck hard, but this time, I shove two fingers in deep and curl as she cries, "God, yes."

I know Vivian's body like the back of my hand. I've fucked her more times in the few short months we were together than I've probably fucked in my life, and that's saying something. We easily fucked three times a day. There wasn't a night I didn't fall asleep inside her or a morning I didn't wake up beneath her. The woman is deliciously insatiable. I slow the thrust of my fingers as I make my way down her soft stomach, briefly kissing her bruised hip the same way I did her neck, unable to resist the need to taste her. When my mouth finally reaches the apex of her thighs, I can't help but pull my fingers out and lick her straight up her center.

She instantly scoots up the bed from the sensation. My hands immediately find her hips, and I pull her back down to me as I slide off the edge of the bed and onto my knees so that my face is right where I want it for feasting. Draping her legs over my shoulders, I say, "This pussy is mine, Vivian. Stay still so I can have my fill."

My tongue instantly finds her tight hole, and I can't help but groan when I taste her juices. It's so fucking hot tasting the evidence of what I do to her on my tongue. I lazily run my tongue through her folds, teasing her swollen flesh before sucking her little ball of nerves into my mouth. Her hands immediately dive into my hair as she presses herself into my face, and I revel in it.

"Ellis, please, I need more."

I know she wants my cock, but tonight she'll have to settle for my mouth and hand. I shove two fingers in deep, and her pussy clenches hard. She's close. "Give it to me, baby. Come on my tongue." I pump her slowly, curling my fingers every time to make sure I hit that spot I know drives her crazy, and when I bring my mouth back to her swollen lips she comes hard. I can feel the tension leave her body as her thighs go lax on my shoulders. I pump her through the waves of her orgasm as I thoroughly lick up every last drop.

Once the spasms leave her body, I withdraw my fingers and place a kiss on her lips before leaving one on each thigh. I let my lips trail back up her body, and when I find her mouth, I dive deep. I want her to taste herself on my lips. Vivian's legs wrap around my waist, hungry for more than just a kiss, and I groan before unwrapping them and standing up. "Not tonight, baby."

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