Page 41 of Beautiful Venom

All righty then. Guess I’ll continue marveling at your spectacular communication skills.

I ignored all her blabbering, but that didn’t stop her from appearing in person.

Like an incurable migraine.

“Dallas. Dahlia. Both have aD.” Preston grins. “Speaking of dick, Kane’s is not that impressive. Want a better experience? I have a full-enjoyment-guaranteed policy.”

“I’ll think about it,” she says with a fake-ass smile, her attention still on me.

“Think fast. Limited spots available.”

“Maybe one day.”

“You won’t regret it. Easily five out of five.”

“I won’t bet money on it.”

“Ouch. You hit me where I give a fuck.” He places a hand on his chest and feigns pain. “Now, I have to defend my dick’s untouchable honor. How about tonight?”

I calmly walk between the two and jog away from the arena in the direction of a hill.

“Wait!” Her voice reaches me before I feel her frantic footsteps following me.

I pick up speed until the trees start to blur in my peripheral vision.

“Kane!” she screams, sounding out of breath. “Slow down, damn it.”

I turn around and run backward. She’s struggling to keep up, her limbs shaking and her face redder than the fall leaves scattered on the ground.

“Why should I?”

She heaves but doesn’t stop. “Because I woke up this early to talk to you?”

“Not my problem.”

“I thought I was since I’m under your care and all that.”

“Supervision.”

“What?”

“Under my supervision, not care.”

She slows to a halt and bends, hands on her knees, but when she sees I’m still running backward on the hill, she groans and picks up speed.

“Okay, so what do I do under your supervision?”

“Nothing. Disappearing would be a good start.”

“What the hell do you mean by nothing? Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to teach me the workings of Vencor?”

I stop abruptly and she collides with me, her head bumping into my chest.

“Ow.” She releases a moan of pain, her ragged breathing filling the quiet forest.

Her soft curves mold to my hard muscles, and I get a flashback of her cunt stretching to accommodate me, tightening and milking my cock?—

No.

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