Page 14 of Venus

She bared her teeth at me. “This doesn’t mean anything,” she said, her voice thick with lust and something else I was too chicken shit to try to decipher. Mainly because I needed every single ounce of control I had to make it through this encounter on top. If she got the best of me, if I lost myself in her body the way I wanted to, I’d never get another chance with her. I absolutely had to prove to her I could handle anything she threw at me and come out on top.

I held her gaze, even though I knew the reason she was looking at me now was her go-to effort to throw someone off. And, let’s face it, those pink eyes would normally do the trick. They weren’t just strangely colored contacts, they were bright fuckin’ pink. It wouldn’t surprise me if they fucking glowed in the dark. I didn’t flinch. I held her gaze with what I hoped was a steady one of my own.

“Tell yourself that, baby. But it meanseverything.”

Her lips twitched in a semblance of a smile, though it was as dangerous as it was inviting. I knew she’d been a trained and very skilled seductress. I’d seen her smile exactly like this many times before she pounced.

Venus pushed back slightly to study me, her expression unreadable. “You think you’re ready for this? For me?” she challenged, her voice laced with both skepticism and intrigue.

“Oh, I’m very ready, Venus. The question is, are you?” Did I have doubts? Yep. I had many. Not doubts that we belonged together -- I was already hers and had been since the moment I claimed her, when I’d gone to help get Lemon back. Venus needed to realize she was mine as well. She wasn’t there yet. My doubts centered on myself and if I could be what Venus needed. I was a strong, dominant man, but Venus was unlike any other woman I’d ever encountered.

“You think so?” She tilted her head and, for the first time, I thought I might have penetrated that shield she kept around her all the time. She tried to look amused, but there was something in her eyes that told me she was now wary. She sensed the predator, but couldn’t find him.

“I’m not just ready, baby. I’m here to prove I’m exactly what you need. And I will be everything you could ever imagine in a partner.” I replied, tightening my grip on her hips and pressing my cock harder against her. I thrust my hips between her thighs so the hard ridge of my cock rubbed over her clit. I knew I got it right when she shivered in my arms. Her gaze skittered from mine and she grunted, almost in pain.

When sweat erupted over her skin and beaded on her forehead and upper lip, I couldn’t help the smirk I knew painted my lips.

Our breaths mingled, those fierce eyes of hers imploring me to challenge her, to prove my resolve. “Everything,” she repeated, her voice now a whisper caught between defiance and a plea. It was clear Venus was wrestling with her own desires and the harsh rules set for her long before she was capable of defying them. From there they’d been drilled into her until each of those rules became part of her psyche. The weight of that stare felt like a challenge carved in stone, daring me to carve my name alongside hers.

Suddenly, her hands moved with purpose, tracing the contours of my face before pulling me closer. Her lips sought mine again with an urgency, like her actions were almost a plea for me to make good on my promise. Our kiss deepened, tongues clashing in an erotic dance.

As her lips moved against mine with an almost ferocious need, I could feel the barriers she built around herself beginning to crumble. The intensity of her kiss conveyed more than words ever could; it was her response to my challenge, daring me to keep up with the storm that was Venus.

With every touch, every clash of our tongues, I felt more of her walls fall away. Oh, she fought to hold them up. Probably thought that, if she could wrest control from me, I’d give in and fuck her already. Then she could use my inability to resist the call of her body as evidence I wasn’t strong enough to handle her. She could bend me to her will and Venus would never belong to a man she could control.

She reached between us to unfasten my jeans. My cock sprang free and I nearly groaned at the instant relief. Sure, I still throbbed and ached like a motherfucker -- especially when she reached between us to stroke my cock -- but I felt like I had some room to breathe. Which is what I needed to keep control of this situation.

I gripped her hips, shoving her off me so that she was on her feet. Venus was a tall woman. Unlike her sister, Millie, who was short and slight, Venus was five-ten with some bulk to her. She definitely had the look of a woman who was physically fit. I might be a decade older than her, I was six-five and very heavily muscled. As intimidating as she could be to most men, I wasn’t most men. And I knew by the looks the woman gave me when she thought I wasn’t looking, Venus liked what she saw.

I spun her around, mashing her against the wall. My cock wanted to nestle between her cheeks, but was prevented by all that Godforsaken pink. Which kinda made me smile too. I knew why she wore pink. I also happened to know she hated every second of it, but had embraced the woman she’d become when she landed with Argent Tech and the Shadow Demons.

“Did I say you could touch?” I growled the words beside her ear, needing to instill a bit of unease in her.

“Fuck you, Piston,” she spat back over her shoulder.

I gave her an evil chuckle. “Oh yeah. You’re gonna fuck me all right.”

She gave a screech of anger, trying to swipe back at me with her nails. I was ready for her and caught her wrists in my hands, bringing them over her head and holding them there. She managed to get my leg through my jeans, though. Probably brought blood too. If this situation had been less dire, I’d have smiled. Which would likely have set her off, and not in a good way.

The weight and strength of my body pinned her solidly against the wall. I gripped both her wrists in one hand for the few seconds it took me to undo and jerk off my belt. I got it looped around her wrists, held by the buckle and my hand on the end of the leather. I pulled her wrists so her arms bent at the elbow, putting her hands behind her neck. I caught her chin in the crook of my elbow, gripping my belt strap in the same hand, effectively restraining her hands and restricting her head movement at the same time.

“Now,” I rasped next to her ear. “What were you saying about fucking me?”

“You know what I meant!” Venus yelled at me as she kicked, scraping her heavy motorcycle boot down my shin. I felt it, but the move wasn’t as painful as it could have been had my jeans not had the front reinforced with leather.

I wrapped my other arm around her waist and lifted, mashing her harder against the wall. Her feet flailed, landing blows to my thighs and shins a couple of times. Once she got my knee, but not enough to do real damage. Which told me I was doing exactly the right thing. Had Venus truly wanted free, she’d be free. And I’d be dead.

“And you know what I meant.” When she stilled, I continued. “Now. You wanted my cock? Maybe I should give it to you.”

A fine tremor took her body again and her skin erupted in gooseflesh. She shuddered, then Venus actually whimpered. God, I was so close to getting what I’d wanted for a fucking decade! Yet, all of this, everything I’d dreamed about having in my life, could crumble at the first sign I couldn’t handle Venus enough to control myself. She needed a man stronger than her, and I was determined I’d be that man. No matter what it took.

When she shivered again, sweat erupting over her skin this time, I set her on the floor. I found the button to her pants and unfastened it, then undid her zipper. When she only whimpered again, I worked them over her hips until the pink leather was halfway down her thighs.

Again, I wrapped my arm around her waist. I’d loosened my grip on the belt letting her have some movement in her arms. If Venus felt threatened, there was no doubt she could be free any time she wanted. My job, as I saw it, was to make it so she forgot about wanting to get away from me. If I could override that instinct and help her embrace her own pleasure, maybe,maybe, I could win her heart.

My dick bobbed between her legs. When it bumped against her upper thigh, Venus’s knees gave out and she sagged against me, her breath coming in ragged pants. I paused, holding her still, but giving her a moment to fight me if she wanted free. She didn’t. Instead, she bared more of her neck to me, a sign of surrender.

“Do you want my cock?” I growled as I rubbed my length along the seam of her pussy. Her wetness coated my dick with silky cream, letting me know how much she needed to fuck. Needed to come. The trick would be to get her to beg me for it. She had to acknowledge it was my cock she was begging for. Me who she wanted to fuck.

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