Page 45 of Sweet Venom

I knew I would have an audience, but I was confident I wouldn't fail. Something told me she and I were looking for the same thing. No strings attached. She wasn't there to be wooed. She was there to play.

The second I pulled up to the vacated stool next to hers, she eyed me from head to toe, her eyes void of any emotion as she sipped on her dirty martini.

"Can I get you another?" I nodded to her glass, which was nearly empty.

"No, thank you. I'm not interested." From that one comment, I knew exactly how everything would play out. The vipera wasn't there to pick up men. She was there to slay them, playing every bit the part of the scorned woman, and I was the all-too-willing bastard ready to be her rebound fuck.

"Well, I didn't ask if you were interested. That would imply that I was inquiring. I thought you might be thirsty."

She didn't say anything, but when the bartender asked what I'd like to drink and I ordered two dirty martinis, he looked at her in question, and she nodded her consent. And just like that, I succeeded in doing what no man before me had done that night. I bought her a drink.

"Is there a reason you have 'fuck off' written all over that pretty face?"

"It's not for everyone. Just you."

"That's a fucking lie, and we both know it. I've watched countless sorry bastards sit on this stool tonight, so don't try to tell me that scowl has been reserved for just me."

She raised a perfectly manicured brow as she sipped the new martini the bartender delivered before saying, "Fine. Your species is shit, and I don't care to entertain whatever sweet nothings you wish to whisper in my ear."

I smirked into my glass as I took a drink. But, of course, she didn't touch her glass. Scorned and pitiful, just like I called it. "What's that smirk? What part of what I said do you find amusing?"

"All of it," I answered honestly before calling her out on her bullshit. "You don't come to a bar half-naked, dressed like a fucking snack if you don't want attention. You say you don't care to entertain whatever bullshit I have thrown your way, yet here you are drinking a martini I bought and bending my ear with nonsense when we both know all you really want to do is ride my dick."

I didn't miss the subtle way she bit her lip before throwing the remaining contents of her drink back, slamming her glass on the counter, and saying, "Fuck off," right before hopping off her stool and leaving me to sit alone at the bar. I could hear the snickers from the guys over the loud, rhythmic beats that the DJ was pumping through the speakers, and I should have thrown in the towel, but something told me that's not what she wanted.

She dressed up like a venomous snake, after all. Her words were meant to pack a bite. For a snake, poison is life; for a man, it can mean certain death, and fuck if I didn't follow after her anyway. She wasn't hard to spot. Every man in the bar noticed her. All I had to do was follow the look of longing written across any man's face, and I would find her. While she may have been blissfully unaware that anyone was following, I made it more than clear that she was mine to any man who dared to look her way. When I stepped up behind her, placing my hands on her hips and pulling her ass into my crotch, even she couldn't deny it. She fucking wanted me. There was no question.

The piccola vipera had no qualms about grinding on my dick, losing herself to the techno beats and strobe lights, but when I spun her in my arms, determined to taste her mouth, she placed her hands on my chest and said, "We're not doing that."

I pulled her close so my aching cock was firmly pressed against her front as I said, "Why not?"

"Because nothing has changed. I still hate you."

I couldn't help but smile before leaning in and skimming the shell of her ear with my teeth before saying, "I hate you more," and kissing my way up her perfect jaw to her perfect red lips. "But misery loves company." Without another word, I sealed my lips over hers, and she let me in with abandon. Our tongues clashed as her hands ran sensually up my chest, setting every nerve ending on my body on fire. Her hands fisted in my shirt, and she bit my lip hard. I enjoyed the sting of her bite for a moment before she was pushing me back and trying to storm away. But as she spun on her heel, I pulled her back against my front by her hair. "I like it rough, vipera. That little show just now was merely a tease." Then, with the arm I had wrapped around her front, I skimmed my hand up her waist until it cupped her breast, and I squeezed hard before adding, "But for some reason, I think you already knew that."

Pulling her long hair back, I tilted her head back so that her pretty neck was exposed and nipped it a little harder than necessary. When she gasped, I knew I had her. In seconds, her mouth was back on mine, and the hand I’d wrapped in her hair was making its way down her toned stomach.

"Tell me, mia piccola vipera," I said as I let my fingers slowly continue their decent, "Does that hate of yours make you wet?"

"No more than it makes you hard." She snapped back, her tone laced with venom and lust.

Without another word, my hand slid straight to the apex of her thighs, where my fingers glided right over the soaked material of her bodysuit. I pressed hard against her clit through the fabric, eliciting the most delicious, throaty moan I'd ever heard. It vibrated straight through my chest. "You want me to pull this suit to the side, don't you?" When she didn't reply, I halted my ministrations and said, "Answer me."

She tried to push off, but I didn't let her. That's when she said, "I can't give you what you want."

"What is it you believe I want?" I asked.

"Easy. Me." Before I could correct her on her error in judgment, her hand covered the one I had on her pussy. Her fingers aligned over the tops of mine, and her boldness dug its claws into what little thread of control I had left as she pushed her suit to the side and slid my thick digit through her soaked folds. "Hasn't anyone ever told you if you charm a snake there's a chance you're going to get bit?" Her plump lips parted as she dipped my middle finger into her tight pussy.

It took every ounce of brain power I had to focus on her words and not the scene unfolding in the middle of the packed dance floor, but I knew with her, every word counted. "Don't worry about me. I'm immune to your venom."

Her hand pushed me deeper into her channel, and any further words I'd had fell away. I let her guide me for a few seconds, loving the way she was taking what she wanted before I took control.

"Remove that hand, vipera before I don't give you what you want."

She withdrew it only to bring her hands up and around the back of my neck, with zero regard for who might see what we were doing. Her free spirit and 'I don't give a fuck' attitude were intoxicating. I pumped her hard with two digits while I sucked on the side of her neck, and when I felt her pussy start to clench, I spoke words I'll never forget. "Se il tuo morso è veleno, correrei comunque il rischio."-If your bite is poison, I'd risk it still.

Something about those words set her off, and her sweet mouth found mine as I pumped her through one of the hottest finger fucks of my life. Her tongue dove deep, just like mine, searching for more, but as the high of the orgasm started to fade, so did the girl. No sooner had my hand left her warmth than she said, "I have to go."

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