Page 41 of The Bitterness of Venom

"It's dinnertime anyway. Come." She stands, walking into the dining room. But my feet freeze when I meet familiar dark eyes.

"Oh, Blaise," Desmond’s father days. "This is my bother, Clint."

A chill rocks through me as Clint’s eyes track Desmond’sarm around me and the smile he gives me makes me sick. Because now he knows my one weakness.

Desmond frowns at me, pulling on me a little to get me moving. He sits us on the other side of his uncle, and I want to puke. This can't be happening.

"And who is your friend?" Clint asks hisnephew.

"This is my girlfriend, Blaise."

"Really?"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

TWENTY-EIGHT

There issomething about getting your ass kicked by your dad as an adult that feels so morally wrong. Not that I couldn't fuck him up if I had to, but I didn’t want to. Or maybe the psychological part is that I'll always be scared of him. He's embedded into me that I would never be as strong or powerful as him at a young age. And a part of me still believes the drunk bastard.

I think over the day as I walk up the stairs to my old room. The way my mom cornered Blaise and tried to buy her away from me had made me mad… until she declined. She's as poor as fucking dirt, and yet she turned down money. I'm not sure if it's a pride thing or maybe she actually cares for me. Either way, I could have kissed her in that moment.

I keep my steps light as I enter my room, closing the door lightly so as not to wake Blaise as she lays toward the window next to my bed. Her long pink hair fanned over my pillow as the moonlight traces the soft curves of her lush body.

Toeing off my shoes, I start toward the bathroom, when I hear her shift behind me. "Desmond?"

Closing my eyes, I sigh. "Go back to sleep, Freckles."

The rustle of sheets and small footsteps echo behind me. Her touch soothes me as she touches my back. Fingertips dancing up and down my spine. I want to purr like a fucking cat at her touch. "Where were you?" Her voice is the softest I've heard it since we were children.

I shake her touch off, going into the bathroom. I flip the light switch on and stare at my busted lip. I hear a shocked gasp from behind me and pull my eyes to the mirror to grace hers. "Who…"

I smirk, turning the water on. "You think you were the only one getting beat up as a kid? You really think a hockey goalie would get injured that bad?" Her eyes widen and she steps closer. "The only difference is, you had me to clean you up. Put you back together." I would never tell her she put me back together every night she snuck in.

Her hand gently envelops mine. She reminds me of the old Blaise in this moment. So caring and soft. "Let me clean you up," she says with such benevolence, it's almost insulting. As if I need someone to take care of me. But then she turns me around, rising on her tiptoes to lick the blood that drips from my lip to my chin. Her tongue follows the path of the blood back up to my lip, sucking the stinging pain between her lips and cleaning the wound with her tongue. I groan, ready to take her against the counter, when her hands pull on myjeans. She undoes the belt and zipper, pushing my pants down my thighs. She gives my lips a quick kiss before dropping to her knees and looking at my cock hungrily.

I run my fingers lightly through her hair as she licks her lips, eyes wide and holding that innocent look she wears when we have our little sexual escapades. watches me as she slides my dick between her full lips, and a pleasure-filled moan vibrates around me as her eyes close. "You love my cock, don't you, baby?"

She hums, nodding around me as she takes me deeper. My hands curl in the back of her hair and with the force of wanting to take all her power away and fuck her tight little mouth. But fuck, look at her. My dirty little doll is enjoying herself so much it's hard to take that from her.

She pops me out of her mouth, kissing along my shaft and balls. I swallow tightly, my eyes closing as my fist tightens in her hair. "Freckles, baby, what are you doing?"

"Taking care of you," she rasps, and fuck, did my heart just skip a beat?

Growling, I shove my cock down her throat, finally taking control. Her eyes leak and drool slips from the sides of her lips as she surrenders, opening her mouth wider and choking on my cock as I try to shove my size down her throat. "I love your fucking mouth, Blaise."

She moans, her hands falling to her thighs, sliding up my shirt that she’s wearing.

"Show me," I command. And she does.

She pulls the shirt up and shows me her pretty leaking pussy as her small hands try and fail to cure her desire for me.

Her fingers in her pussy, my cock down her throat, it's enough to make me blow my load as she desperately circles her clit and whimpers while watching me. And it doesn't take much. Just watching her with her wide, tearful eyes has me coming down her throat.

I groan, my body shuddering as I paint the walls of her throat with my cum. Pulling myself out, I watch as she licks her lips, cleaning the rest of my cum from her mouth with a moan. "Come here, pretty girl." I help her to her feet and pull her to me.

I bury my fingers in her soaking wet pussy and attack her mouth with mine. I taste myself and bury my tongue between her lips. Skating mine along hers, she moans, crying out when I press my thumb on her clit. She comes hard, shattering around my fingers and shaking in my arms.

I pick her up, carrying her to my bed and cuddling her to me.

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