Page 19 of Angel

When his beady eyes catch mine, my heart takes a nosedive right into the pit of my stomach. A single indecent look from him makes me queasy. I’m surrounded by hungry, preying glares. Men that probably don’t have one good bone in their bodies.

The Skulls member looks me up and down with a whistle. Why do men whistle at women? It’s so degrading.

“Shit, didn’t know we had company, man. I wouldn’t have said so much,” he sneers, then circles me like a shark, but I stand with my hands on my hips. “Fuck me, who might this be, brother?”

I have never felt more on display and naked. Not even when I am on display and naked.

Venom’s boots slide across the club floor. And strangely, I welcome his sudden proximity. “Picked this little honey up while I was hiding out. Couldn’t expect me to be tucked away and not want my dick sucked. Know what I mean, brother?”

I glance down involuntarily, and yup, it’s definitely there. Ew, why did I look?

It’s clearly a lie, but his brothers buy it.

Venom drapes his strong, muscular arm around my shoulder. The man laughs and jabs a playful elbow into Venom, trying like hell to move him away so he can squeeze in, but Venom doesn’t budge. He’s a brick wall, cemented to the ground, and there’s no way to dislodge it.

All right, it’s my turn, because we need this to be believable.

I swallow the nausea in hopes it’ll go away. With every bit of force my body can handle, I trace a finger from Venom’s chest—his solid chest—and trail it down his abs—his very hard abs—feeling every ripple, like waves in the ocean. His body stiffens. Then I stop just above the button of his jeans. Okay, I expected him to have abs, but I didn’t expect them to feel like… that. I swallow any thoughts of ever being turned on by this man, because, well, it’s just not mentally possible.

It cannot be possible.

His body is tense with every touch, and his chest rises and falls a little faster. Not to mention, his length, which is slowly thickening under his slim-fit jeans.

“Yup, little ol’ me was just walkin’ on by, looking for a man like this.” Gag me. “And I thought, now this, this is a man I would love to lick and suck dry,” I say it in a seductive manner, but really all I want to do is die inside.

I think…

Venom swallows and uncomfortably clears his throat. “Uh—yeah, she really knows her way around a man’s cock.”

Laughter erupts, followed by more whistles.

“Fuck, and here we thought you were in trouble. Or dead. But you were just getting your dick sucked by the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen.” He rolls his tongue at me, and I want to vomit. “Care to share, man? I’m Mouse, sweetheart, and I’m here at your service whenever you need it.”

Oh, good.

He reaches forward to brush his grubby, slimy hand along my cheek, but I quickly dodge it. And apparently I lean in the wrong direction, because I smash right into Venom’s warm body. Despite the heat, and my disgust, a shiver ripples through me. I was thinking of doing one better and taking the guy’s hand before bending it backwards. But I figured that would land me in some trouble and blow this whole thing. I shouldn’t piss off his club… At least not on the first day.

“What’s your name, sweet thing?”

Name? Shit. “Audrey.” I wink, trying to make up for the unfriendly dodge two seconds ago. Though, saying Audrey out loud makes me wince in disgust.

“Maybe when I’m finished with her. If she doesn’t keep me satisfied for long, I’ll throw her your way.” Venom leans back enough to slap my ass, and I yelp. Not expecting that, I grind my teeth with a fake-ass smile to hide what it is I’m really feeling.

“What he means is: when I’m left unsatisfied, I’ll come and find you.” I grin with pride.

Mouse laughs. “Damn, Vice, this chick is something else.”

“Oh yeah, she’s something else all right.” He glares at me, and I glare back.

“As much as I would love to get to know you better, hot stuff, we got a church meeting to start. Make yourself at home. You ready, man?” Mouse walks away with the other members, and Venom follows.

I grab him by the back of his cut. “You ever touch my ass again, and I will personally remove any form of manhood from your body. If I can find it.”

Venom smirks. “All you have to do is ask, and I’ll show you, peach.” I flinch, but don’t move away or panic when he presses the pad of his thumb over my cheek, swiping it softly. “Don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone.”

My feet plaster themselves to the ground. Glued, stuck like a permanent fixture in the center of the floor, and I touch the very spot that was delicately grazed by him.

“Hey, over here.” A perky, petite woman flags me down, patting the empty bar seat next to her. With her short blonde bob and porcelain skin, she reminds me of a doll.

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