Page 108 of The Venom We Bleed

“I don’t want to be like that,” I whisper. “I can’t be a woman that lets other people shit on her because she’s too trusting.”

Gio’s one hand curls into a fist by my head and his other hand halts at my waist. “You’re not.”

“And I won’t be.” I shake my head. “It’s why I can’t let Morpheus take care of me.” It’s stupid of me to admit this much to him, but I’ve had too much tequila and I can’t seem to stop the words from coming out.

“Your dad…” Gio sucks in a breath when one of my hands falls down the ridges of his abdomen and hovers precariously close to the waistband of his jeans. His cock is still straining beneath the fabric, promising me a wild ride that I haven’t gotten yet from any of them. I’m surprised by how much I want it.

“What about my dad?” I ask the question because I don’t care much about his answer. I just want to keep him talking as I drag the pads of my fingers along the seam of his jeans.

“Whatever you decide…” His breath catches and I love the sound. “I don’t want you to regret it.”

I hook one fingertip into the loophole, popping the button free. “I don’t want to talk about my dad anymore,” I admit. “Even if I wanted to go see him”—I flick my nail over the lip of his zipper. His hips jerk and his breath explodes against my face—“I don’t have a car.”

I drag the zipper down and … my mouth goes dry. Gio goes commando. There’s no underwear to hide the thick base of his cock as it comes into view, surrounded by a patch of dark hair. He’s as thick as I expected and my eyes widen at the flash of metal. He has a pubic piercing, a little bar with dual balls on either side.

“I’ll take you!” The offer bursts from Gio’s lips and I don’t know who is more shocked by them—him or me.

“What?” My hands still and he breathes heavily through his nose as his eyes meet mine.

“Let me take you,” he practically pleads, “to see your dad.”

His cock is in sight, right there, and practically ripping at his jeans to be free and he’s offering to take me to see my dad … in prison.

I shake my head. “You are…” Strange. Insane. Absolutely confounding.

I reach into his pants and free his cock. That one piercing isn’t alone. Gio’s cock strains between us, a second flash of metal stealing nearly all of my attention—and no small amount of my sanity. Right through the head of his cock, a metal piercing slips into his slit and out through the underside of the thick, veiny shaft.

Gio’s hand shoots down, wrapping around my wrist to stop me when I go to fist him. “Say yes,” he orders.

My eyes snap back to his. “Seriously?”

“Yes.” He hisses when I test a squeeze around his length. My fingers don’t even touch around the other side. What will it feel like to have him slamming this monstrosity inside my cunt?

“I’ve got my hand on your dick and you want to drive me three hours away to visit my dad in prison?” I demand.

Dark eyes of molten whiskey and earthy soil bore into me. “Say yes and I’ll let you continue.”

I roll my eyes and my fingers slacken around his length, but he doesn’t let me go. Instead, he takes my hand and wraps it carefully back around his cock, forcing me to hold him against my palm. He’s hot and hard and practically pulsing with the need to come. My thighs press together as a rush of responding wetness oozes out of my pussy, saturating my panties.

“Say yes,” he repeats, bending his head low. Right before his lips press to mine, he stops. “Say yes and I’ll let you keep going.”

“I wouldn’t get anything out of giving you a hand job.”

“You’d get to see me wild for you,” he whispers back. “You would control the pace, the strokes. You would get to see how I come, Prep Girl, and more than that, you’d get to see how I comefor you.”

Gio, a man who so obviously needs to feel in control, is offeringmea chance to take the reins? My brain short circuits as he drags his mouth across mine in a chaste, teasing kiss.

“Say yes…” He breathes over my lips, and I can’t help myself. I do.

“Yes, Gio.”

“Thank fuck.” He releases my hand and I palm his cock, stroking him.

The head of his cock is an angry red and purple, weeping at the slit. The metal there glimmers. When I drag my hand up the length of him and get there, I swipe a thumb over the piercing. The pad comes away wet and I meet his gaze as I release himand raise my hand to my mouth. His lips part as I suck my thumb between my own and lick the taste of salt away.

His chuckle is low and vibrating.Wicked.“I knew you’d be a vixen, Prep Girl,” he says right before he nods down to his bobbing erection pressed between us. “Take me in your hand again.”

I would roll my eyes at the commanding tone in his voice if that wasn’t exactly what I already planned on doing. I reach for him, palming the wide shaft and squeezing around him. Gio groans, the sound filling my ears as he plants both of his hands against the mattress. He pumps into my grip, his cock dragging over my belly, the piercing at the tip catching at my tanktop. It shifts upward until my stomach is bare. My lungs fill with air as I tighten my hold and he groans, the sound ricocheting into my ears.

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