Page 23 of Beautiful Venom

The surprise slowly subsides, and rage gathers at the base of my stomach. I push at his chest and slam my legs shut. “What the hell are you doing?”

Kane isn’t fazed by my fight as he leisurely unbuckles his pants. The clink of the belt opening reverberates around me like a curse, and a shudder goes through me.

Because his impassive eyes remain on me, studying me like a predator.

Too bad for him, I’m no one’s prey.

I start to get up, but he presses me back on the ground.

Violet said I have the strongest survival instinct and an impressive sixth sense. I’ve always somehow known when danger is coming and that’s helped me escape it in time, and I really should’ve listened to those instincts before I stepped foot into the building.

Everything inside me is screaming for me to remove myself from this situation.

I kick and claw at Kane, trying to hit him anywhere possible.

He doesn’t allow me one inch.

Whenever I try to sit up, he shoves me down. Clawing, kicking, and even biting don’t seem to faze him. Not even when I pull on his hair the hardest I can.

He covers my face with a palm and pushes me back, all the while he lowers his pants and boxers to reveal a huge half-erect dick.

My fight subsides for a second as I stare, dumbfounded.

Listen, I’m no virgin, but I’ve never seen a dick that big when not hard. Not even in porn.

Megan’s acquaintance of an acquaintance was downplaying this so fucking badly.

Thatthingis not going inside me. No way in hell.

I find it difficult to get wet as it is and need to mentally prepare myself. I’d definitely also need to physically prep myself before he were to even touch me.

Kane must take my bewilderment as my being too tired to fight, and he bunches his fingers in my underwear, lifting my waist with them.

The fabric stretches, then tears under his ruthless grip, and the tatters cling to my waist. Cold air covers my pussy and I scream, “Stop!”

He doesn’t.

Kane grasps my pelvis and drags me closer across the hard ground until my ass burns.

“Wait…” I murmur quietly at first, then scream, “I said. Stop!”

I lift my upper body and slap him across the mask.

My palm burns from the plastic, but he does stop.

I think I see a glimmer in his eyes as he remains still. So still, the only sound in the air is my ragged breathing and the occasional drip of water in the dark.

Drip.

Drip…

Slap!

My hand flies to my burning cheek.

Did Kane just…backhand me?

I stare at him, bewildered, my face stinging and my head spinning.

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