Page 55 of Rawest Venom

Why does that confession make me want to wrap my mouth around hers? Consume her? This utter magnetism toward what I believe is real is in a raging battle with my self-preservation, which has always been hanging on by a thread. It would be so easy for her to win me over, and her handlers knew that. Her admission pumps blood straight to my loins, but before I can act on it, a little red dot pops onto the screen, moving our way.

“Heads up.” I nod to the trees.

She flips to face where the figure emerges from the shadows, and strands of her red hair tickle my nose. But the person walking closer is no cloaked, hooded owl. From the sway of the hips and lithe steps, I’d say it’s Alpha. Because it is Alpha.

Involuntarily, a groan rumbles from my chest.

“What are you doing here?” Before she can reach us, I call out to her. She continues her path, stopping abruptly in front of V without looking at her.

“Well, hello to you, too, boss.” Finally, she lets her eyes drag over Vera. “They want her delivered to their headquarters. That’s what I was told on my reconnaissancemission.” With a bit of timidity on her face, she stares down at my puppet. “So, this is Zero. I thought you’d be more his type.”

She is my type. Zero is my type exactly, but Alpha doesn’t know that and that’s why Alpha was always wrong for me. Desperate and needy. Motherly.

Vera puts a bright smile on her face, and I wonder if it’s real. It looks genuine. Or maybe my ability to read her is fading. Her body doesn’t even falter. There’s a lightness to her aura that makes me think she’s exactly where she wants to be.

Focusing back on the topic at hand, I ask, “Where’s the headquarters?”

“Laurelwood.” Alpha flicks her eyes to me as she speaks, placing her hands on her hips as if what she said is final.

“Laurelwood? That’s all the way across the country.”

“I know. But my intel says their meeting place is in a deep grove between the sequoias in a local forest. I’ll ping you the location as you near the city. I’m sure they’ll have someone waiting for you when you arrive. I think they want her like this. Bound, but alive.”

Something inside me wants to rip the knife from my pocket and slash Alpha’s throat before she can react. It’s the way those icy blue eyes dance across my puppet like she’s nothing. My fingers itch to snatch the vials in my pocket, pierce her skin with the needle, and watch her suffer an excruciating death.

“How did you know we’d be here, Alpha?”

“It’s my job…sir.” Why did Delta just bowl over andallow Alpha to take it? Ugh, despite his respect, he certainly isn’t living up to being the top spy. I clench my jaw at the frustration. “Am I dismissed?”

I give her one nod, then study her frame as she walks away. She gives a few wiggles of her ass as if I’d suddenly apologize for every mean thing I’ve done to her, simp and beg her to take me back. I’m just not that into her.

A childlike air dances across the redhead next to me, and it fills me with wonder. Desire for her. That sparkle to her eyes is back and the plastic grin is replaced with genuineness. “So, road trip?”

My nostrils flare as I snort a laugh. “Hardly. We’ll take the plane again. Tomorrow.”

Loading her back into the Tesla, she squirms in her jacket and leans forward to gain some room. Sighing, I loosen the restraints along her back so she can hold her arms in front of her. I may regret this.

Flashing a pageant-winning smile, she flips her long hair back and says, “Wherever I am with you, I feel like I’m home.”

God, I want to shove my dick inside her. Fucking one’s assassin has to be a diagnosable condition, right?

Instead, that evening, I lie on my back with a painful erection pointing straight to the painted ceiling, my arms bent behind my head while she dozes serenely on her side next to me in my bed. My own soap has replaced the lavender scent, but there’s a hint of that spring coming through, the scent of pure honesty. Her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, pushing her tits out of the tank top she wears to bed, giving me a peek ather pink nipples hardened underneath the thin fabric. It doesn’t help my libido that her wrists are bound, held to the bed frame above her. She’s peaceful. Like she belongs here. And she’s not lying at this moment.

Moving a hand to my shorts, I pull them down and expose the hot skin of my cock before slowly working it with my sweaty palm. I scoot up on the bed so my crotch is at the same level as her tranquil face. Imagining her wet, warm tongue all over the tip, my hand grips a bit harder, jerking in an erratic motion, thumbing over the end with a shudder of my hips.

A tiny sigh escapes her parted lips, but she remains blissfully unaware of what I’m doing. The thought of her being so innocent, a spy trying to murder me, but now at my complete mercy, just like she was in the doll room, makes me want to explode. Firming my strokes, I remember her tight hole and the feeling of making her mine until I know I’m going to launch my release.

Stifling my yell of ecstasy, I erupt in my hand for the first few ribbons of my hot load but turn my hips so some lands on my puppet’s pink freckled cheek. Her breasts continue their steady rise and fall as my cock throbs in my hand. Every fiber in my being relaxes until I press the still engorged, slick head of my dick on her slightly opened mouth, feeding her my cum while she rests unaware. It will dry, claiming her lips with my coating. Maybe her tongue will understand what was left there in the middle of the night.

Pretty soon, I won’t be able to resist doing this to her pussy, too.

What if I just left my genes inside her every night?I’m supposed to produce an heir. If I just fucked her while she was tied up like this and maybe drugged for compliance, I could get her pregnant with my child. Maybe more than one. I am a twin… She could have two babies for me at once. And then as soon as she gave birth, I could fuck her again, just keep her knocked up so shewouldn’twant to kill me. If she had my children for years straight, never having another period…she could be my little breeding puppet.

I’m so very conscious my father’s sickness lives within me, infecting my DNA that maybe I’ve lost a conscience. Maybe once I find out the answers from Herodius, that should be it for me. If I can leave something positive for the people of West Side, then I could go. Extinguish this lineage once and for all. Livia got the best part of us. And now with her mingling with Max, they have a chance to escape this. I don’t think I ever had a choice.

The next morning,the chauffeur opens the car door for us as I wait patiently for my puppet to scoot out, her wrists bound together with soft restraints. Grasping one of her delicate hands in mine, I help her to a stand, then onto the private plane.

Practically skipping to the end of the hallway like she’s at her own home, she flops into a seat in the small living area and places her arms on the table with a wide grin on her face, nose crinkling. Crackles of electricityspark the air as the energy of excitement dances around her.

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