Page 22 of The Bitterness of Venom

I pull her back to my front, sinking my fingers into her wet cunt. I fuck her lazily, allowing my thumb to slightly brush over her clit, just barely. Not enough to do anything but tease. She moans, head falling to my chest. "Who does this pussy belong to, Freckles?"

"No one," she moans.

I see the smirk on Jasper’s face and my eyes narrow. Pushing her slightly away from me, using the hand I have buried inside her, I brush her G-spot, and with my free hand Isend a hard smack to her ass, knowing that’s going to bruise. Loving the image it paints. "Try again," I growl.

She whimpers, shaking her head, refusing to give me what I want.What I need.

"Come on, baby. Be a good girl and tell that fucker who owns this." I grip her pussy.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," she chants as I push four fingers into her. She stretches around me, leaving zero room for anything else. We'll have to work on that.

"Who do you belong to, Blaise?" I nip her ear.

I use my free hand to twist her nipples under her drenched sweater, one by one, leaving them red and abused. Her pussy grips my fingers tighter and I can feel she's close. I can feel his eyes on us as he watches, probably stroking his dick to the show we are giving him.

"Be my good girl, Freckles," I whisper next to her ear. "Bad girls don't get orgasms." I suddenly remove my fingers from her, and she cries out at the loss of me.

"You." She whimpers.

I smirk, my eyes connecting with Jasper’s as he glares, angrily stroking his dick.

"Good girl, baby." I pull the curtain, shutting off his view and pushing her to the tile wall. I drop to my knees, throwing one of her legs over my shoulder and moving her soaking panties to the side. I shove four fingers back inside her, latching onto her clit and sucking hard. Her fingers grip the wet strands of my hair, pulling hard. She comes with a cry as she floods my face, leaving her release all over me.

I slow my licks as she comes down from the orgasm. Blaise sinks against the wall in the stall as I rise.

And I leave her there as I finally take my shower.

Old wounds never heal.

The ones she left hasn't anyway. Maybe it's because it was the first time I realized I couldn't rely on anyone but myself. Especially not those I care about.

It's as if our time apart meant nothing. I still crave her the same way I did when I was fifteen. Still fucking care about her. Seeing that bruise on her face took me back in time. And I fucking hated it. And this new her, this cold, frigid woman, that's not my Freckles. I set out to get revenge, and I will, but it seems like she may need saving. From herself. I'm going to have to break her down to who she truly is. And this bad bitch persona isn't her. Deep down, that sweet caring girl is waiting to escape.

I take a seat on the couch back at the apartment as Blaise's door slams and then Jasper's echoes.

Well, I saw that coming.

Elisha raises an eyebrow at me, and I shake my head.Leave it be,my eyes tell him, and he huffs, going to the fridge. I hear a door open and am not surprised to see Blaise, her roller skates in her hands as she heads for the door. I look down at the time. Midnight. Fuck, I'm tired, but I can’t just allow her to go alone.

"Hold up," I call but she slams the front door.

"Dammit," I grumble, pulling my sore body up and following after her. I see her below, heading toward the park. "If you wait, I'll take you," I yell.

"Why would I want to go anywhere with you?" She doesn't even turn around as she says it, just keeps walking away from me.

A growl works in the back of my throat, and I hurry down the stairs, running to catch up to her. I snatch her around the waist, flipping her and throwing her over my shoulder. And I didn't realize until this moment that I've been craving to do just this since I first saw her.

She bites into my lower back, and I grunt. Hurts like abitch. I return the favor, sinking my teeth into her plump ass. She yelps, releasing my skin from her mouth. I open the passenger door, tossing her ass in and slamming it. Once I get to my side and slide in, I look over to her. She looks out the window, knees pressed to her chest as she wraps her hands around them.

It makes my chest twist a little. It shouldn't but it does. Unfortunately.

I put the car into drive and head toward the park, taking one of the many available spots. She climbs out and I rest my head on the steering wheel. Trying to gather my thoughts of what the fuck I'm doing. Sighing, I raise my head. Watching her put her skates on while sitting on the bench in front of me.

The water fountain lights up with the tree around her. The theme of the park is all things fairy. It's all twinkling lights and beautiful flowers and rolling hills. Elisha once told me it was romantic. And I guess he would know since he's into that. To me, it just looks ridiculous.

I step out of the car, locking it and pocketing my things in my sweats. Walking may not hurt me after the scrimmage, to be honest. I stalk behind her as she skates down the sidewalk. We pass a few runners getting in a late-night exercise. My legs begin to loosen the longer I walk after her. Suddenly she stops, turning to face me. "Why are you here?" she asks.

Good fucking question, baby.

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