Page 45 of The Bitterness of Venom

"Home-wrecker!" Unfortunately, I know that shrill voice.

Krystal stands at the head of the table, hands on her hips as she glares at me. I smirk, flipping her the bird, and everyone laughs at her expense.

"Desi," she whines.

"Fuck off, Krystal. You know we've never been anything. I wouldn't touch you if you were the last pussy to walk this earth."

Her face grows red, and she huffs. "You'll regret this, Desi."

He chuckles. "Probably not, but go ahead and leave so I can see if I do," he replies.

With a tiny scream, she spins, stomping off.

My phone vibrates and I look down to see who it is.

Clint: 10 minutes.

I immediately block his number. I'm not doing any more of his dirty work. Ever. I’m taking back my life and granting myself freedom.

Clint

There isnothing as disappointing as watching your legacy turn against you. That's exactly what Blaise is. My legacy. She'll take over my empire someday. She's perfect for it. I've groomed her to perfection. I've created something worth millions, and she's who I want to leave it all to.

The first time I caught a glimpse of her, she was thirteen. She reeked of poverty. But she was so pretty. I instantly took a liking to her, and I only saw a glimpse of her as she and my nephew ran by my brother’s office. My brother acted as if he didn’t see anything. Turning a blind eye to the stowaway in his son’s bed.

But I didn’t. I saw her and knew she was my destiny.

It was innocent at first.

Get into her life.

Groom her as my heir.

But like all children, she turned rebellious against me. I thought it would be fine, but then I saw it on her face at Thanksgiving. She loves my nephew. Would do anything to protect him. And as she sits in his lap, content with a boring life of normalcy, I realize I'm going to have to bring her back to the dark side. She'll be mad at me at first, but with time she'll come round again.

I know my little one. Nothing but freedom speaks to her, and she'll risk it all for that.

But for now, I'll allow it. Allow her a little piece of the normal life she's never had. But she'll have to give it up. We all do.

In the end, we must choose.

I don't wantto be a cliché but seeing Blaise in my jersey, my last name and number on her back, makes me hard as fuck. I can’t wait to get her to the penthouse and bend her over the kitchen island and fuck her senseless while I stare at her hair spilling down my jersey.

I just need to get her out of here, so I can do just that. But she seems so content chatting with Destiny, her new friend. Which is a big deal. Blaise has always had trouble making friends and if Destiny becomes a problem, like taking all her time, I'll have to eliminate her. Freckles will be sad, but she'll have me to cheer her up. But I'm hoping I don’t have to do that, because I actually like Destiny.

I tug on Blaise’s hair, hoping she catches the hint. She doesn't, ignoring me. Instead of doing the polite thing like waiting until her conversation is over, I pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her out of the bar. Instead of her bitching like I expect her to do, she laughs. I bite into her thigh before I toss her ass into my car.

She chats on the way to where we are going, just like the old Blaise. Telling me everything from what she had for breakfast to how she still doesn't understand hockey. And I find it adorable. Which is not a first when it comes to Blaise Sheffield, yet it still shocks me.

I kill the car next to the train tracks and look over to Blaise, who is already stepping out. I smirk, following after her in measured steps as she walks up the small hill. "Strip for me, Freckles," I rasp, closing in behind her. "But leave the jersey on."

Throwing her head back, laughing, she slowly slips out of her boots, shorts and fishnet tights. She leaves a trail of clothes as she heads to the train tracks. She hops up, and I follow suit, then she walks on the old wooden railroad ties, skipping over the rocks until she's at the bridge. I watch as her trembling hands clutch onto the edge of the railing, then she spins to look at me.

She's terrified of heights, but surely she knows by now I won't let her fall. Not without me, at least. I begin unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants. "Turn around," I command.

She does, body trembling as she waits for me. Stepping up behind her, I thrust into her wet, ready pussy. My hand fistsher hair and I pull her against my chest. I begin slow and steady. Going slow enough to have her begging and squirming. "Desmond." She whimpers and, fuck, I love the sound of my name in her sex-crazed voice.

“This is us, baby. Trains and danger,” I whisper into her neck right as a train’s horn blares far too close to us. She screams andIfuck her harder, the heatofthe train right at our backs as it barrels past us. I twist her head, kissing her long and deep as she comes around my cock. I rub my tongue across hers, leaving nothing untouched in her mouth.

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