Page 58 of Rawest Venom

Taking the other nipple into my mouth, I clamp down with my teeth while grabbing handfuls of her generous ass, guiding her rhythm over me. Every downward stroke, I spank her with a hard smack, causing a choked gasp to leave her chest. Each upstroke, I latch down on her nipple. Just when I wonder if it’s all too much, she places her hand over mine and says, “Harder.”

Oh shit. I’m going to come so quick if she keeps saying that. Lacing her fingers through my hair, she guides my head back to her breast and my teeth embrace it. Her pace picks up steam, her clit bumping my belly with every beat, spreading her wetness all over me. The sound of my palm striking her ass fills the air of the cabin, and it isn’t long before her pussy clenches down into an almost suffocating grip on my cock. She tosses her head back and screams with pleasure, and the sight of her breathtaking beauty, so real and so true, makes me pump my hips up once and explode everything inside her…

Hoping it’s twins.

Twenty-Three

JANE

Pleasure. It’s what my body understands. Maybe for the first time, even. Warm, comforting,safepleasure.

In some dream-like state, hot breaths caress my neck, causing an eruption of tingles down my spine. Hips gyrating slowly underneath the not-so firm grips of someone’s hands. Cushiony velvet rubbing between my legs, inside me. Tiny grunts of a soothing baritone resonate in my eardrums. If I could turn my head, I’d know what was working behind me, moist droplets from someone’s skin rubbing against my back. Lids so heavy, I can’t even open my eyes.

I’m as fluid as the wetness left between my thighs before returning to that peaceful rest again.

“Wake up, V.”

My head hurts. Why does my head hurt every morning when I wake up now? I’m not old enough to start my days feeling this way. With a groan, I stretch in the hotel bed we reached late in the night after landing. The sheets are probably luxury, but not as nice as Cal’s. A week in the Von Dovish palace, and I’ve already become the princess with the pea.

As my eyes take their first look around, a slightly hairy carved chest leans over me and releases the binds holding me to the mattress. My lips lift into a small smile at his cut abdominal muscles leading down to a deep muscular V in his low-cut jeans, knowing the giant mass they contain that gives me such good tingly feelings. His bright green eyes dance over my face with some concern.

“Why are you always so happy in the mornings?”

“’Cause I’m with you.” Remembering my dream, my brow furrows as he moves to my ankle restraints and releases them. I’ve gotten used to the feeling of their binds, almost like a security blanket at night. “Cal?”

As he walks to his suitcase and pulls out a black T-shirt, he half turns his head to me. “Yeah?”

“Do you fuck me when I’m asleep?”

Once he tugs the cotton fabric over his head, he runs his fingers through his hair, styling it loosely while watching himself in the full-length mirror. Before I ask again, his gaze falls on me. Flatly, he responds, “Yes.”

Sliding off the silky white sheets, I pad over to him on my bare feet, my sleep shirt falling to my upper thighs. His body stiffens as he lets me have his back, andI wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek in between his firm shoulder blades. “You don’t have to do that. Ilovehaving sex with you. Iwantto. Do you-do youdrugme, too?”

The rumbles as he clears his throat vibrate my skin through his ribcage. “Yes.”

A quick breath of air flows over my parted lips. Confusion pinches my face. “But…why?”

Spinning, he clutches my upper arms and gives me a fierce, wild-eyed expression. “I don’t trust you, but I’m desperate for something I can’t have. If you’re asleep, I can pretend… Pretend you’re real, that you’re mine. I can control you. And you won’t feel some shame from havingmeinside you.”

My bottom lip quivers and my voice shakes as I whisper, “I don’t feel shame with you. For once, I don’t. I am real. I’m yours. All you have to do is take me. I’m willing and ready.”

Softening his expression, his eyes change from a cold spring breeze to new leaves blossoming in the sun. Holding me firm, that look changes back to distant. “I don’t believe you.”

I ease out of his grip and wander into the generous bathroom, outfitted in marble with a sunken tub. He’s right. Why should he trust me? What could Ipossiblysay to make him do so? If he’s going to kill me, I’ll be happy, as long as whatever life I have left to survive, I get to live it with him.

The penthouse suite we’re in has bath oils that smell like roses. Pouring some in the filling tub, I slip into thehot water, relaxing completely. A small tap sounds on the door.

“Yeah?”

Cal’s head pokes inside and his eyes sparkle when he spots my naked body in the water. “Uh, figured we would go out and spend the day in the city. Then, try the location Alpha sent me tonight.”

Easily, my face lightens as a smile stretches my lips. “That sounds wonderful.” Another date with Cal. Maybe if he spends enough time with me, he’ll see. He could get to know me.Icould get to know myself.

With one last lingering look, he disappears behind the door.

A cozy sigh eases from my lungs as I tip my head back against the rim of the tub, letting it hit the muscles at the base of my skull, easing the tension in my head. As a song enters my mind, I hum it while gently massaging my arms with the water and oils. Opening one eye, I spot a black object hanging underneath the sink counter. Taped to the bottom of the stone surface is a burner phone.

Just as I wonder if Cal put it there, it lights up with a message from an unknown number. Slipping my hands through the water silently, I grasp it and tug it off the tape, opening it with a flip of the case.

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