Page 32 of The Bitterness of Venom

She pants around whimpers as I take her slow and hard, working both of our bodies. Our sticky sweat-soaked skin slides together as she meets me thrust for thrust.

“I’m your nothing.”

I chuckle darkly. “I wish that were true.” And it isn’t a lie. I wish she could only be nothing to me.

I turn her head over her shoulder, taking her lips with mine and just as I suspected, it’s a mistake. Because kissing Blaise is like tasting chocolate for the first time. So fucking sweet and addicting, you never want to stop.

Her lips part for me as I feed her my tongue, dropping my hand to run my thumb over her clit.

She cries out into our kiss, her eyes shuttering as she breaks and shatters around me. Her hot cunt squeezing mydick and making me fall over the edge, my cum squirting, painting her insides.

I thrust four more times before pulling out. She tries to fall to the bed, but I hold her up, flipping her over as I kneel between her legs. I spread them wide, watching my cum leak from her until I can't take it anymore. I drop my mouth to her pussy, growling at the taste of our releases mixed together.

“Sure as fuck tastes like you’remygood girl.”

TWENTY-THREE

I’m fucking exhausted.Mentally and physically.

After last night, I’m confused. And okay, horny. So worked up I can’t think straight this morning. As if I can’t get enough of him—Desmond. But it needs to stop. He has Krystal and I have… well, a lot going on.

Jasper appears next to me as I stare down into my coffee. I’ve somehow blocked out the hustle and bustle of the busy coffee shop around me. I’m usually more vigilant.

“Hey,” he speaks softly.

“Hi.”

He clears his throat. “About the showers…”

I wave him off. “It was hot and fucked up. There is no reason to rehash it.”

He places his warm palm over mine, and I look up to him, my eyes meeting his unfocused ones. “That’s the thing, I can’t stop thinking about it. About you. How you allow him to use and abuse you. It’s not right, sunshine.”

I swallow hard, looking away from the intensity of his gaze. “I don’t know what you think you know, but I promise, it’s not like that.”

But isn’t it?

Is Desmond not using me?

Burning my fucking skin with his name?

I look back over and watch Jasper's jaw flex. “He is using you.”

“Maybe I’m using him?”

“Use me.”

I blink up at him. “What?”

“Use me, Blaise. Don’t mess around with Desmond. He’s dangerous.”

I smile sadly. “That’s what I like about him.” I stand, grabbing my bag. “Look, Jasper. I don’t want things to be weird between us. I kind of…” I huff, grumbling, “Liked our friendship.”

The smile—his smile—is so beautiful I’m surprised he’s not paid for it. “Yeah?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

“Well, let me walk you to class,friend.” I push his shoulder, laughing. We make small talk as we stroll to the psychology building. He kisses my cheek once I’m at my class, his warm lips lingering a little too long to be friendly.

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