Page 119 of Beautiful Venom

Dahlia’s hot tongue wraps around my fingers and she lathers them with saliva. I stand with my legs shoulder width apart, my hardening cock brushing against her bruised ass.

Each of her licks make the tent in my pants grow bigger and thicker. The sounds of her licking mix with the fridge’sbeep, beep, beep.

With a grunt, I pull my fingers from her mouth and slide them between her ass cheeks, probing her back hole.

“Kane, no! Not there.”

“Shh. I’m not asking for permission.”

“No…fuck…” Her cheek lies flat on the island as I thrust my finger inside her tight hole.

“Mmm. This will be mine soon. You’ll let me use this ass as I see fit, won’t you?”

“No…stop…that hurts?—”

I tighten my grip on her nape and whisper near her ear as I thrust inside her tight channel, “You know how to stop it, but you won’t, you know why? Because you enjoy the pain as much as the pleasure like a dirty little whore.”

“Fuck you…” The words spill out of her in a huff.

“As you wish.” I stand up and force a second finger in and she shrieks, but her walls stretch around me, trying to accommodate me. “That’s it. You need to fit my fingers so you can take my cock.”

Her broken breaths echo in the air as I pump my hand in, enjoying the view of my handprints on her ass and the way she writhes, trying to take me in as much as possible. Her pelvis slams against the edge of the island with each back-and-forth.

She’s trying to get off.

Not so soon.

I release her hair and pull my fingers from inside her.

Dahlia faces me, her cheeks crimson red and her lips trembling. Then this beautiful fucked-up hellion glares at me and slaps me across the face. “Don’t touch me, you disgusting prick.”

I laugh, the sound echoing around us like a dark tune.

She knows I’ll slap her back. She does, and she still did it anyway.

I lift a hand and she tightens her body, ready for the hit, but I imprison her jaw, studying her expression under the fridge’s soft light.

She tries to shove me away, and I rub my clothed cock against her thighs, making sure not to offer her any form of friction. “Fight me, wildflower. You know it makes me fucking hard.”

Guttural sounds leave her lungs as she steps on my foot and punches me in the stomach. As hard as she can, packing all her strength into it, only to be met by my tightening muscles.

“Such a vicious little minx.” I leisurely unbutton my jeans and free my hard cock. “You seem mad, but I don’t feel it.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” She punches, bites, and even pulls my hair, pouring all her energy into trying to hurt me.

She sinks her tiny claws beneath my shirt and scratches my skin.

Dahlia doesn’t stop even as I grab her hips and lift her off the floor, her feet kicking in the air and her arms flailing around. I set her on the counter and yank off her jeans, her sneakers flying away in the process.

“Is that all you got?” I fist her hair and strain her face up, smiling. “I thought you hated me more than this.”

She opens her mouth and I spit right inside it.

Dahlia freezes, a red hue covering her cheeks, but she swallows.

Her fingers sink into my hair as she bites my lower lip. The skin stretches and breaks beneath her teeth, but the sting barely registers as she thrusts her tongue against mine.

A cord snaps within me.

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