Page 38 of Angel

The way Mouse looks at me…

It bothers him. Is Venom jealous?

“Sounds like fun.” I smirk. No, it doesn’t. It doesn’t sound like fun. But I won’t let it go too far. I rise from my seat, and Mouse grins from ear to ear. I step in closer, straightening out his leather cut, the one I doubt he deserves to wear.

He sneers, running his tongue over his upper teeth. “Fuck, I am so ready for this.” He throws an arm around my shoulder, and my stomach sinks. “Hey, man, you okay with me stealing your girl away?”

Say no. Please say no. Ruin my plan. Ruin my god-awful, stupid, pathetic plan.

Venom practically shoos us away, and there’s a twinge of disappointment. “She’s not my girl.”

“I heard you let her tie you up in bed, brother. Sounds to me like she is your girl.”

I clear my throat. I guess I was right about Foxy blabbing to just about anyone.

Venom turns in his seat, shooting daggers in my direction. “I what?” His angered tone gives me a slight satisfaction. I enjoy this game we play. But there’s something my body has been burning with curiosity over.

My eyes rake down Venom’s powerful frame. He’s tan, as if he spends his days in the summer sun, soaking up the warmth. He’s desirable, sexy, raw, and maybe there’s more to him than we think.

I continue to admire him.

His muscles.

His ink.

His green eyes.

He knows I crave him, because he craves me too.

Mouse scrapes his nose along my neck, up to my ear. “I’m going to tie you up,” Mouse sneers, and my body goes rigid.

Like hell. I’d kick him in his balls before I’d let him do that to me.

Venom sees it. Sees how tense I am. Sees the disgust on my face. He can read me like an open book, and I’m not sure how. He doesn’t even know me.

I peer into his eyes, not meaning to, and beg without spoken words. Plead with him to tell Mouse I’m his. To claim me in this moment, even though I would never let another man own me. I have never needed or wanted anyone to save me before. Even though this was all part of my stupid plan…

Mouse spins me under his arm and practically drags me away. But I’m jerked to a stop as my wrist is detained. Captured by a warm, rough hand. Locked in a fierce, fire-igniting grasp.

I turn around slowly and lock eyes with Venom. Even though I want him to stop me, he knows how important this is to me. Somehow, he knows.

He stands to his full height, eyeing Mouse with distain. Still restrained by his firm grip, I lean back when the front of his body grazes mine. “Can’t let you two have all the fun without me. Right, peach?” His words, his eyes, they ignite my body, and the dominance drips from him like… venom.

The hammering in my chest. The thumping of my heart. Every bit of me is hot. Blazing. And I want it.

Mouse pulls me closer to him, my body pressing into his. I want to push him away, but I’m too fixated on Venom and how his hand feels on me. Like it’s burning a hole through my skin.

“All right, brother, let’s go then,” Mouse sneers.

Venom doesn’t take his eyes off mine. We’re locked into each other until I’m tugged forward. Mouse takes me into an empty room at the back of the clubhouse. I hate this, but the only thing I’m good at is using my body. Or maybe I just believe it too much…

The bedroom’s dim lighting casts down on us, highlighting every detail. I stand, stiff, as Mouse removes his cut and shirt. Nothing exciting.

I can hear “Bad Habits” by Nerv playing in the background, muffled between the walls.

Venom stands behind him, never taking his eyes off mine. He slays me with just one look, and I don’t know how to escape it.

Maybe I don’t want to escape.

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