Page 55 of Sweet Venom

"I'm just going to grab some pills. I won't be long."

He moves to stand and says, "I'll come with you."

"Ellis, no, I'm fine. I promise. It's just down the hall. I'll be right back."

He nods and sits back down. I shoot Tate a smile and head out of the dining room. The Serra Estate is not small by any means. The house is spread over a few acres, with a courtyard in the middle and lighted stone walking paths that guide you to each wing away from the main house. The property is enchanting, but walking to Charlie's room takes time.

When I reach the front of the property that leads out to the circle drive, I turn and place my back to the fountain and stick out my right arm before heading in that direction. As I walk, I start counting the doors along the lighted path. Reaching the third door on the right, I turn the knob and immediately hear the shower running.

"Fucking Mason." I'm sure he and Charlie had a quickie before dinner and forgot to shut it off. However, as soon as I open the door, I realize I'm in the wrong damn room. I've been on edge all night, wondering if Sebastian would show up, and now here he is stroking his long, thick, and very pierced cock in the shower. I was just thoroughly fucked, but damn if I don't want more. I know what I feel isn't all lust. It's the man. I've been drawn to him like a moth to a flame since we met.

"Fuck," he murmurs as his free hand meets the glass door holding himself up as he pulls hard, utterly unaware of my prying eyes. I know I should back out, but I can't. Instead, I'm completely transfixed, watching the water flow over every well-defined muscle as his face begins to contort, and I see the raw, unfiltered man he can be instead of the enemy he's determined to be.

I watch as his movements slow, and I let my eyes trail back up to his face only to find them staring back at me with a fierce hunger that matches my own. I pull myself together and reach for the doorknob, stepping back before muttering, "Umm, sorry."

"Don't leave now. We both know you want to watch." He's not wrong. I would have watched until the damn end. My mind is quickly going over the past week and all the reasons I need to back out of this room, but my silence only pushes him more. "Don't test me, Vipera. Sit your ass on that vanity, hike up your dress, and play with that pretty pussy while you watch me come."

My god, my pussy is clenching just from the scene he depicted, but that bossy, demanding, I get what I want attitude reminds me of exactly why I started to back out in the first place. He hasn't made a choice. I don't know where he stands with all of this, and I refuse to be his plaything.

"I'm not doing this with you, Sebastian. This isn't a game for me. You walked away. You didn't make a choice," I remind him.

"And I'm not going to. That's precisely why I won't touch you, but that doesn't mean I don't want to."

I refuse to be used by him, but it's his last words that have me walking toward the vanity and doing exactly what he asked. He wants to, and if that desire runs even half as deep as mine, I know he'll give in. Before I hop onto the vanity, I hold his obsidian gaze and step out of my heels before lifting the hem of my little black dress and pulling off my thong. The heat I feel from his gaze alone has me slick with need.

The moment I’m on the vanity, he says, "Spread those thighs and let me see you." Resting my heels on the countertop, I lean against the mirror and spread my legs wide. "Fuck," he groans, and my eyes immediately fall to his hand that's stroking his length from root to tip. He’s pierced on the underside of his cock, right below his head, in a spot meant more for his partner's pleasure than his own. I can't help but run my fingers through my folds on a moan, remembering how the balls of the barbell piercing deliciously dragged over my g-spot with every fucking thrust. I sink two fingers in, wishing they were him, but they aren't thick enough, long enough, or hard enough. When I open my eyes in need of more visual stimulation, he's standing right in front of me, cock in hand.

"I'm going to come all over that pretty pussy."

I shake my head and say, "No."

"You're going to refuse me?" he questions, taking a step forward, his chest inflating with annoyance. He's on the edge of losing control. Good. I need him to. I need him to get out of his head and let this happen. Let us happen.

"No, if you want to come on me, you do it deep inside me."

The words haven't even finished leaving my mouth, and he's on me, pulling my ass to the edge and impaling me on his cock. As he bottoms out, he murmurs, "Fuck yeah," into the crook of my neck. He pulls out slowly before thrusting in hard one more time, making me whimper from the pinch of pain I feel as my body adjusts to accommodate him.

"Oh, mia piccola vipera, you know how I like it. If you thought I wouldn't leave my mark, you were wrong. You'll always walk away with a reminder of where I've been."

"You better stop marking me. People might think you want to keep me."

"Maybe I do."

On the next thrust, he bites the side of my neck hard enough to break my skin, and I cry out, only making him pick up his pace. His tongue flicks over the sensitive skin from his bite, making my entire body prickle from the pain of the sting and the caress of his tongue. I feel his hands dig into the sides of my hips as he holds me steady and drills into me at a piston pace. I'm so damn wet, I can hear it over the shower still running. Sebastian Lykos knows how to fuck. I've never been fucked so hard in my life. I didn't realize it was something I wanted, something I craved, until him and his hate. I love every damn second of his depravity. The sting of his bite, the pinch of his grip on my hips, and the force of his unrelenting cock have me coming.

"That's it, Vipera. Come all over my cock. Squeeze me so I can fill you up." His words send me spiraling and I come hard, screaming his name. He slams in hard with one last thrust, and I feel his release coating the inside of my walls as his cock twitches inside of me. His lips find my shoulder, and he kisses the spot where his teeth scarred me weeks ago before pulling out. My pussy immediately spasms from the loss until he runs his finger through my folds and says, "This pussy, swollen and dripping with my seed, is the hottest thing I've ever fucking seen. Too bad it can't happen again."

I sit up quick and slam my legs shut just as he brings his finger to his lips and sucks off our joined arousal. "What the hell are you talking about, Sebastian? I want you, and you want me. This is happening. You knew my terms."

He runs his hand through his hair, clearing it from his face before turning toward the shower to shut it off. "Vivian, I didn't agree to anything. Whatever you think you heard was what you wanted to hear. I'm not doing this."

"And why not?" I ask as I watch him grab underwear and throw them on before heading out of the bathroom. Hopping off the counter, I grab a towel and clean myself up quickly before finding my underwear and throwing them back on. When I stomp out to the bedroom, it's empty. That's when I hear him rummaging through the walk-in closet. "Answer me, Sebastian."

"I already told you. I don't want to share."

"That's bullshit, and you know it. If this was about sharing or possession, you wouldn't have taken me just now. You already knew my heart going in. You know I won't leave Ellis. So, try again and tell me the damn truth."

It's true the Sebastian who fucked me in the gym is not the same one who fucked me just now. The old Sebastian wanted to get rid of me; he believed he'd hurt Ellis, and he wanted to hurt me because I didn't remember. His motives were different. He could use those excuses as a cover for how he truly felt. Not anymore. Those covers have been blown; the lies no longer work. What happened just now happened because he wanted me.

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