Page 118 of Tempting Fate

At least, this time, there’s a door I can use to reach her. The glass that separated us while she was in intensive care didn’t offer me that kind of access.

Quickly opening the shower cubicle, I join Lily under the torrent and clutch her to me with the same hands that once felt her pulse fade to nothing.

She turns, eyes lighting up at the sight of me.

Lily’s smile is wide until the expression on my face registers. “Venom.”

“Little Cherub.”

Our greetings are stilted, words that we rarely use to address each other, as we individually battle our response to what we see in the other’s expression. The unfamiliar. The foreign. The alien. Although she does her best to hide it, I spy the uncertainty that flickers in my woman’s gaze as I stare at her without blinking. Lily closes her eyes when I turn her to face away from me and wrap my arms around her from behind. Her curves fit my body like we’re matching pieces. I press a kiss to the tattoo between her shoulder blades.

My club mark.

Venom and She-Venom.

That’s who we need to be tonight.

Anything less, anything softer, will break us.

My cock hardens against her arse. Lily glances at me over her shoulder. Expectation that’s tinged with the perfect amount of wariness is etched in her expression. She knows what tonight will bring, and she’s as game as I am to bask in our depravity.

“Tell me your safe word?” I circle my fingers around her throat, squeezing in warning as she looks away from me. When she swallows, I feel every movement beneath my palm. “You know how this works… say it.”

“Carnage.”

“Good girl.”

Despite my grip on her neck, Lily turns to face me. I allow her to press her tits to my chest, but I don’t let go of her throat. She kisses me, just a peck, before she pulls away. As Lily’s gaze scans my face, I watch her take in my dishevelled state—the bloodshot eyes, the extra growth on my chin, the tight line of my lips—then she attempts to drop to her knees in front of me. I squeeze my fingers around her throat and force her to hover, breathing hard as her triggers makes themselves known, for a few seconds before I let her down.

“Open your mouth, sweet thing.”

Kneeling before me, water rushing over her face, Lily parts her lips and sticks her tongue out. Grasping my dick at the base, I slap the head against her least bruised cheek, then thrust all the way inside her mouth to the back of her throat before she can relax it. When she makes a strangled noise, I pull back an inch or two. Without allowing Lily time to catch her breath, I force my way back in, choking her as she works to tolerate my thick length.

“Fuck, you feel good.”

Again, I withdraw.

This time when I surge forward, I make her gag.

Blinking fast, Lily stares up at me with tears streaming from her eyes. They mingle with the warm water, sticking to her long lashes before they run down her cheeks. I brush my thumb over her bruised jaw, gently stroke the stitches in her eyebrow, and shake my head. “Gonna kill him for puttin’ his hands on you again.”

Agreement rumbles in her chest. I thrust my cock between her swollen and bloodied lips, hitting the back of her throat when she’s too slow to swallow my length. Eventually, Lily slaps her hands against my thighs to push me away.

“You callin’ carnage already?” I ask as I free myself from her mouth with a low groan. “Thought my woman was tougher than that.”

Lily shakes her head, an evil glint lighting up her eyes when she drags her teeth along my dick. I hiss. She smirks. We glare at each other for a heartbeat as the darkness that haunts the pair of us pulses to life. Blood runs down her chin from the split in her lip that I can’t seem to make myself allow to heal.

“You’re playin’ a dangerous game tonight,” I tell my woman in a flat voice. Hands in her wet hair, I drag her back to her feet. “And we both know you’re not gonna like the consequences.”

“Yeah?” Cocking a hip to one side and matching that movement with the tilt of her head, Lily sasses me, “I don’t believe you.”

I grab her arse and pull her hard to me. My mouth slams against hers. Our teeth clash. I nibble on her plump flesh. Her top lip starts to bleed faster as I harshly thrust my tongue into her mouth. Lily kisses me with the same ferociousness, sliding her fingers into my hair and tugging hard enough to make me curse. I drag my fingernails down her back, marking her before I hook my hand under her left leg and loop it around my hip. Her back slams into the wet tiles, and I press my other hand between her legs. Driving two fingers into her heat, I work her over hard.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Lily moans against my mouth.

She sinks her teeth into my bottom lip. The skin breaks. A separate metallic tang mingles with Lily’s blood. I swipe my tongue over the wound, testing the depth of the cut, then bite down harder to make it bleed more. When I mash my mouth to Lily’s again, I feel the blood run over my chin. It drips to her heaving chest, and I swipe a hand over her tits to mark her as mine.

Every time the water washes the blood away, I bite down and bleed over her again.

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