Page 140 of A Love Like Venom

“Why not?” I whine.

He laughs, a rich chuckle that is filled with a twist of pain. “Because if you do that this is going to be over far earlier than I want it to be. I want to take my time with you, Alice.” He then places an opened mouth kiss on my lips. “I want to worship every inch of you.” His mouth now moves down my neck. I arch my neck to accommodate him, loving the feeling of his lips on my skin. “I want to devour you.” Lips press on the base of my throat. “I want you fucking breathless.”

His lips trail across my collarbone. I’m so lost in his kisses I don’t realize that his lips are hovering over the scar that Razor branded me with. His initial that continues to burn my skin.What I wouldn’t give for that to be gone. I hate how Reed has to see it. Another man’s mark on me.

I instinctively go to hide the mark but Reed pins my wrists in one of his hands. The urge to curl in on myself is strong but Reed’s grip to keep me in place is stronger. I try to swallow down the shame but it has such a bitter taste.

“Look at me,” he commands in a deep gravely tone that awakens something in me. I obey easily. And when I do I’m rewarded with the tip of his tongue tracing the initial. I suck in a shaky breath as I feel my body begin to hum with pleasure again. “Do you trust me?”

Not trusting my voice I nod my head. But that isn’t enough for him. He needs to hear me say it. And so he pinches my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look in his eyes. “I said, do you trust me?”

“Yes.” I’m rewarded with a kiss that leaves me burning for more.

Turned on and captivated I watch as he flicks the switchblade from his jean pocket. Slowly he brings the tip of the blade to the strap of my bra. It’s nothing special. It surely won’t be missed if he does what I think he’s going to do.

I hold my breath in anticipation. Gauging my reaction he glides the blade under the strap and gives it a quick flick of the wrist. And just like that the strap is ruined.

Tracing my collarbone with the tip of the blade he makes his way to the other strap. And I never imagined in my life for a weapon to be sensual. But here I am being turned on by a fucking switchblade.

When he does the same to the other strap I’m a breathless mess.

He dances the blade along my skin, tantalizing me. It’s as if the blade has taken place of his tongue. And I find myself getting wetter with each pass along my skin.

With one final quick swift of his wrist down the middle of my bra it’s left tattered and ruined on the bed.

His eyes greedily take me in. And I don’t remember why I felt shame in the first place. Not when he’s looking at me like I’m a meal he’s been starving for his entire life.

“So fucking achingly beautiful.” His voice sounds pained but his eyes scream adoration. “But of course an angel would be.”

The cold tip of the blade feels welcoming on my burning flesh. But it’s when the blade kisses my hardened nipple I freeze before him.

“Trust me,” he says softly, eyes pleading. I release a shaky breath and then nod. This is Reed.My Reed.He would never hurt me. My body submits as my eyes show no resistance. He smiles proudly in response. “That’s my fucking good girl,” he praises. Oh, those are deadly. I would do anything for them.

The tip of the blade plays dangerously yet sensually against the hardened peak. And I can’t explain it. I can’t for the life of me explain why this affecting me. But all I know is that it is. And I’m not going to question it.

With the blade still tantalizing my one nipple he brings his head down to flick my other with his tongue. Pleasure sluices through my veins. He keeps up his assault. Sucking the hardened peak in his mouth. And then he bites down. Just enough pressure to make my eyes roll in the back of my head.

Holy fucking hell is that magnificent.

He then does the same to my other breast. By the time he’s done feasting and playing dangerously with the blade upon both, I’m a breathless mess that’s so close to coming. All I need is a little more pressure. Just a bit more friction to get me there.

Except he doesn’t let me. And I fucking whimper because of it.

I’ve never been a needy person but he’s making me one.

“Is that not enough?” He teases.

I groan sexually frustrated. “You know it’s not.”

He hums with a playful look in his eyes. “Then what more do you need?”

My hands come to grip the back of his neck. My fingers twirl at the ends of his hair and pull. “I want you.”

He winks up at me. “Not yet.”

This time I groan loudly, rolling my eyes as I do. “Reed,” I huff.

“Alice.”

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