Page 14 of Rawest Venom

Even the look I give her doesn’t derail the warning she’s prepared. “Be careful. We still don’t know much about her. I can’t trace her family lineage… She’s a wild card.”

The urge to shove her face into the fire pit overwhelms me. Forcing my body to be as still as a statue, I allow my lips to relax into an unaffected grin. “Thanks,Alpha.” Just outside the wall, my voice rings into the open winter air, “Jealousy is the tune mediocrity plays to genius.”

When I reach the estate dining room, I take two gummies, and even though they haven’t even hit my stomach, I immediately relax. After lunch and a long afternoon nap, I awaken to my time of day. Night, rather. That was my weekly pass-out session. My faculties should be good to go for the next several days.

Sliding into my desk chair, I turn on the monitors, searching out the screen I want for the first of the evening’s sessions. Spotting pale, freckled skin and a generous bottom stepping into a shower, my palm heads toward the crotch of my jeans. Through the sheer plastic curtain, I watch her lather up with her body wash, taking her time and even bending over, spreading herself. Like she’s doing it all for me.

Unzipping, I allow my hard cock some air and, at the freedom of its range of movement, it jolts in anticipation of full release. By the time she gets out and dries off her body, slowly applying lotion to her naked skin, I’m raging hard. My camera switches to her bedroom as she slips into her little thong panties and camisole, nipples hard, the pink protruding above the lace.

When she slides in between her sheets and turns off the light, the glow of the clock allows me to see her eyes close. And that’s when I grip myself and tug furiously. Turning the volume all the way up, I listen to her breaths even out and deepen, which escalates my ecstasy into overdrive. She’s in a dream, innocent and unknowing.

Spluttering a cough, I come in my hand, pulsating for at least a minute with a few days’ worth of cum. The sticky substance coats my fingers as I gather it up, cradling it in my palm, then smear it across her sleeping face on the glass.

“Goodnight.”

Five

JANE

“Okay, it’s a date. Looking forward to it!” I’m so not, but a gal’s gotta do! Hopefully, Echoes will blab about it to Cal, and he’ll get jealous. Or it could backfire again. I never know with him. Besides, he’s my boss. He probably has strict boundaries he’ll never break for me. Even with mauve lipstick.

Rainier’s not a lowly farmer as Echoes made him out to be, though that was clever of her to undersell him. Turns out, he’s a lackey in the fields for the Von Dovish clan, ensuring their major product is safe.

Giggling my way to a first date invitation, I finally let my face muscles relax after hanging up the call. Rainier’s into BDSM, or likes to brag about being a dom online, then calls anything else anyone says about it “notrealBDSM,” trying to spread hiseducationlike the pseudo intellectual he is. Being an obedient sub, I completely agreed with him on all points, made him feelimportant, and agreed to meet at the Crimson Angel on Friday night.

What ever happened to dinner and a movie?

“Another date?”

My red hair gets caught in my mouth as my head snaps to Cal, who’s smiling as he enters from the warehouse. We hadn’t talked much more since Monday’s police fiasco, and I hadn’t seen him at all the previous day. Usually, he stops in to check on me at least once.

“Yeah,” I say, lifting one shoulder to let him know how casual it is. “I don’t know if it will work out or not. I think we may have different interests.”So you can still ask me out!

Cal’s dark brow grows heavy. “What are your interests, Jane?”

Did he put emphasis on my name? Or did I just want to hear it that way? “Um, I like to read. And watch movies. And go out to dinner.” Was that too forward?

“Is that what you and your date are doing? Watching movies and going out to dinner?”

The slight curve to his lips drops to a frown as his piercing jade eyes bore into mine. How does his gaze cause such a physical reaction within me? Being under his focus feels like he has stroked my skin to set it on fire.

“Well, uh, no. He’s meeting me someplace else. And…I just don’t know that we’ll get along.” Locked in a trance, my eyes can’t look away from his face.

The air moves like a dart into my lungs when he smiles brightly, flashing white teeth. “What kinds of books?”

“Oh, classics,” I say with utter confidence.

“Which ones?”

Dazed, I manage to make a questioning sound. “Huh?”

“What classic books do you like to read? Or what kinds of movies do you like to watch?”

A literal “tee-hee” flees from my mouth as I bat my lashes. What kinds of books do I like? Or movies… My thoughts are as blank as the clear glass case I just dusted in circles for five minutes while he has been talking to me. “Hm…”

“You don’t remember what books you like.” Now the lightness in his demeanor is definitely gone. It’s cold in Cal’s shadow, almost terrifying.

“Of course, I do.” Clearing my throat, I ask, “What doyoulike to read?”

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