Page 120 of Beautiful Venom

I devour her, biting down on her lip, blending our blood in a symphony of violent desire.

“Fuck me like you hate me,” she murmurs, panting against my mouth.

“Careful,” I whisper back. “You might not be able to walk for a week.”

My little wildflower licks my bottom lip, then sucks it between hers before releasing it. “Promises, promises.”

“I’m going to use you like a filthy little slut.” My fingers tighten on her hip as I thrust into her with so much power, she bucks off the counter.

Her moan echoes in the air, and she holds on to the sides of my shirt for dear life.

With her head thrown back, her slick neck shines with sweat beneath the dim lighting. So I lower my head and bite her pulse point.

Her taste explodes on my tongue like my favorite meal, and I sink my teeth in, sucking deep, matching the power of my fucking.

“Oh God, yes…yes…” She opens her legs wide, giving me more access as her hand slips beneath my shirt, clawing at my back.

Clawing is fine.

I can handle her kitten-like scratches.

As long as she’s not stroking or doing any of the disgusting sentimental shit she attempted the other time.

“You like being fucked like an animal, don’t you?” I pull all the way back, then thrust in again. “You like being used to get me off?”

She screams, her body shaking around mine. “Shut up…just go harder…”

“Such a greedy whore.”

I rise to my full height and push her back against the counter, then pull her shirt and slide the bra up, exposing her perky breasts.

At this angle, I plunge deeper, sinking into her with raw strength.

Dahlia tries to meet my thrusts, but she can’t, so she scratches me anywhere she can reach—my arms, my back, my stomach.

Her moans are raspy and throaty, her cunt stretching and swallowing my cock like it was made for me.

Dahlia was made forme.

Her body is mine.

Her moans are mine.

Even her violence is fuckingmine.

I clench her shirt and it tears under my grip, so I wrap my hand around her throat and feel her swallows, the vibration of her vocal cords with each moan.

“You love choking.” I incrementally tighten my grip. “Your pussy is strangling me.”

She glares at me as she scratches me, definitely breaking skin, and I laugh. “You’re going to come, aren’t you?”

“Fuck you…” Her words echo in a muffled moan.

“You act so tough, but you’re such a whore for my cock, wildflower.” I pull back and ram against her sensitive spot.

Her eyes roll back, and all words seem to flee her.

So I do it again.

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