Page 26 of Beautiful Venom

It doesn’t help when he rams into me hard, driving into me with force like he hates me.

He’s not fast or unhinged.

Kane fucks like he speaks. Deliberate and controlled. Like he’s performing a task on today’s agenda.

I’m the task.

The task is me.

He woke up today and chose me as the target of his entertainment.

“I can tell you’re not enjoying it, and I can assure you I’m not either. You’re still so uptight, you’re about to cut my dick off.” I can almost see the frown in his brow. Like, how dare I have sex on the damn ground and not accept him with open arms?

“Maybe if you were gentle, I’d be more wet and make it worth your time,” I say before I can stop myself.

He stills deep inside me, his hard cock pulsing with tension.

“The fuck you just say?” He snatches my arm from my face and imprisons it with my other one above my head. “Look me in the eye and say it again.”

You know what? I’m already in this position. What’s the worst he can do?

Fuck you in the ass, Dahlia. Do you really want to provoke him, knowing how unpredictable the asshole is?

I bite my lower lip.

“Cat got your tongue?” His eyes darken, looking unhinged under the shadowy light.

“It’s nothing.”

“No. It was something. Along the lines of being gentle. Like this?” He slides out and thrusts in deep but slow.

Tingles dance at the base of my belly.

“Or this?” He releases my wrists and circles my clit in expert pleasuring movements while fucking me at a measured pace.

My pussy tightens and I feel every inch as I swallow him with each thrust. I accommodate him until I can barely register the size. My body relaxes despite the dirt floor beneath me, and my hips roll and meet his movements.

I even hear myself moaning the deeper he goes. I grab on to his arm and stroke his skin through the clothes.

For some reason, I’ve always needed to touch during sex. I guess I require a physical connection of sorts to eradicate the sense of vulnerability.

I need it more than ever now, and I wish he were naked.

Sweat covers my skin and I feel the buildup churning in my stomach.

“This gentle is okay for you?” he asks as his fingers tap, circle, and pinch my clit.

“Mmm, yes, that’s good.”

I don’t think I’ll come that hard, but at least I’m wet, so his thrusts don’t hurt anymore. In fact, the way he stretches me with each move is exhilarating. I’ve only ever had lackluster orgasms whether alone or with others, and that’s fine.

My sex drive has never been that high anyway.

“You seem to be under the misconception that your pleasure matters. I have news for you.” Kane wraps a gloved hand around my throat and thrusts brutally. “It doesn’t.”

I shriek as he hits somewhere sensual inside me. He picks up his rhythm and goes deeper and harder, slamming against that spot over and over.

My back scrapes against the ground and I think he’ll choke me to death as he fucks me.

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