Page 49 of Rawest Venom

Her face reddens to crimson as she nods slowly, a little squeak coming from around the pacifier. Unzipping my pants and tugging the fly open, my cock bobs out and I sigh with relief. As I tug out the pacifier from between her lips, I slowly edge myself toward her, her pink tongue searching out my skin like she can’t wait to get it inside her mouth. The moment it touches me, my head falls back and my hips jut forward, pressing into her plush lips.

“Fuck…” I realize I’m playing with a grenade here. She could easily bite me, but if I understand my puppet, she’ll do exactly what I want. “You want to suck me off?”

As her mouth opens wider, she takes in the head of my cock, which drizzles on her tongue. Pressing in with small thrusts, I allow my hands to brush through her tangled locks, kneading her head as much as she’s massaging mine. Instead of using it as punishment for her lies, puppet seems to enjoy my dick in her mouth and swallows as I push myself farther down her throat.

“You’re enjoying this,” I say as she meets my eyes. My thumbs graze over her freckled cheekbones, then I pillage her mouth. Rapidly thrusting in and out, the spit flies out of the sides of her lips as she gags repeatedly. Her fingers make grasping motions in the air, seeking out something to hold on to. Puppet’s compliance, her utter desire to please me, makes me so hot, I almost come down her throat.

Fortunately, I pull back enough to cover her dildo lying on the bed, her chest, and some of her face with a loud grunt. One more spurt lands near her mouth, which she tries to lick, but I grip her face with my hand and stop her, then wipe it with my finger, smearing it on her chest instead.

“You don’t get the privilege of tasting me. Not when you continue to spout lies.”

Reaching into her diaper, I shove the warmed toy inside of her, feeling how wet she is from the job she just performed.

“So wet from pleasing me, huh?”

“Cal…I told you. It’s not a lie. I-I wantyou.”

With my jeans resituated, I pull out my phone andset the toy to full blast as she screams. “Let’s see how many orgasms you can have over the next few hours.” Gathering up the bottle and dirty diaper, I leave her alone as her moans of pleasure ring through the stale air.

Delta issome type of former military; he’s lasted a while. Really, all these spies are snatched up as kids, either from wayward homes or from the streets if they seem to have any usefulness in the profession. Then, they’re trained by superiors for the rest of their lives, which are usually short. As long as they have some type of West Side blood in them, I can count on their loyalty. Orphans are hard to tell where their loyalties lie, but if they don’t align with the right side, the threat of torture and death does well to keep them in line.

I never liked that approach. Inspiring intense loyalty has always been my gift. And a curse. There’s really no one, other than sometimes Livia, who I want to hang out with.

And, also, oddly, the assassin hunting me who is currently tied up in my basement.

My new Tuesday meeting spot is now in the back of an old cell phone store. Sergai is working the front and only nods his gray head of hair at me once before returning to his newspaper. I call it the “liespaper,” since it only contains the shit Strauss likes to peddle. Why people continue to read it is beyond me.

It’s well past the time for me to become the alarmclock they need. Which starts with Herodius. Eager to hand over the files to whomever their representative is, I push open the door to the office, but instead of a stoic Delta stands a reticent Alpha in her black leathers. My body is stuck holding the doorknob, thinking about the vials in my pocket.

“Delta got sick. I know the Herodius case better than him anyway… So, I’m meeting you today.” Before I can open my mouth, she adds, “His orders.”

“Sick? Sick how?”

Barely visible, her lips tighten. “Sick like the flu. I don’t know the specifics, Mr. Von Dovish.”

Interesting. Shutting the door behind me, I move closer and sit in the pleather green desk chair, hoisting my legs up to rest my ankles on the faux wood desk. If she tries to make a move, she knows the poison will be in her system quicker than her bullet will be in mine. “So speak.”

“I heard that you have Jane locked in your basement. Took pictures to give to Herodius.”

Tapping the tip of my tongue to each corner of my lips, I contemplate my answer carefully. “Yes. She’s their agent, right?”

“Yeah, I would say she has to be. The problem is…I don’t think they’ll take justpicturesof the item they want. They’ll want herin person. Delivered.”

My hand reaches up to scratch the stubble that’s grown there over the last couple of days. “Alive or dead?” Swallowing, I’m hoping she doesn’t answer with the latter. Something in me doesn’t want to let my toy go. And I haven’t gotten to spend enough time in thatUnnamed feeling. It’s been days since it made an appearance.

“Alive, probably. They likely want their agent back.”

A shadow crosses my eyes when my brow furrows. “So why not take her? She’s been free up until now.”

One of Alpha’s shoulders lifts as she leans back against the wall across from the desk. “I don’t know. Maybe she crossed them? Is she a double agent? Or maybe pretending to be? Has she tried to get on your side?”

Steadying my breath, I think about all the times in my youth Alpha tried to convince me of her feelings for me. Without even realizing, she did more for my fortitude against love than anyone, even my father. Even now, with her slightly eager eyes and pulse pounding a little too fast in her neck, she’s trying to get under me.

Would I know the truth if I saw it? Am I searching for something intangible, something made in fairytales?

No.

No, thereistruth. I saw it in Veracity. If only for a few fleeting moments. It was there. I have to believe it’s there, or what the fuck am I even doing?

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