Page 101 of Beautiful Venom

“Fuck!” He wrenches his lips from mine and releases my throat as he pushes me down on all fours on the grass.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He grabs my hips, pulling my ass up as he drives into me with unveiled anger.

I love it when he loses control because of me.

He’s cursing, shedding his outer layers one at a time.

Because ofme.

So even though I’m fully spent, I lean my head on my hands, latch onto the earth, and let him fuck me like a beast.

Every delicious, punishable stroke nearly sends me over the edge, and I can’t believe my drained insides are thinking of another orgasm.

I must really,reallylike it rough.

Kane’s chest covers my back, his hand wraps around my hair, and I feel his teeth and lips, sucking and biting along my shoulders, my spine—marking me everywhere.

It hurts so good.

“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he snaps near my ear, his lips grazing the shell.

“Kane…”

“Don’t fucking moan my name, Dahlia.”

“Kane…Kane…” I moan louder, throatier, as the orgasm rips through me. “Come with me…please…”

“Fucking fuck!”

“I’m on birth control…come inside me.”

“Jesus fuck.” Kane pulls out and I feel his cum coating my ass and back, the sting of the hot liquid against the handprints he left on my ass cheeks pales in comparison to the sinking feeling in the bottom of my stomach.

Why am I disappointed he didn’t come inside me?

Kane collapses on top of me, crushing me against the ground. “I fucking hate you.”

“I hate you, too, asshole.” I mutter, losing all my fight.

I think he’ll kill me with his weight.

What a way to die.

Being crushed to death after the best sex of my life.

Kane shifts and I think he’ll release me, but he pulls me in one swift movement so that I’m lying on top of him, my back to his chest, my head on his shoulder. My legs are trapped between his, his half-erect cock nudging against my ass.

I’m a mess, covered in cum, sweat, and even tears from the intensity that is Kane Davenport. I don’t even want to think about the state of my makeup.

But Kane still wraps one arm around my breasts and the other across my hip and pussy.

I’m so sensitive, I jerk at the merest contact. My nipples poke against his hand and I don’t like this whole scene.

It’s vulnerable and I don’t do vulnerable.

Which is laughable, really. I can handle being chased and dicked down in the middle of nowhere, but being held raises my alarms as if I’ve been doused in icy water.

I wiggle and try to turn around.

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