Page 72 of Beautiful Venom

I breathe in, but my chest is tight, each breath shallow and ragged. The faint tang of sweat and something spicy hangs in the air and my throat every time I swallow.

The bed beneath me is soft, a contrast to the tension coiling in my muscles.

Something’s wrong.

My body’s too hot, my thoughts too sluggish. My skin prickles, every inch of me out of sync yet too aware of everything.

The air is like fingers ghosting over me, teasing, pulling at the heat that’s building at an overwhelming pace.

I try to move again, but it’s like I’m disconnected from my body, my limbs barely responding to my brain.

My mouth is dry, my mind racing, but everything is clouded in this thick haze of need I can’t stop.

The pounding of my heart drowns out my thoughts and the faint hum in the air that throbs with the same rhythm as my pulse.

My legs lock together and that triggers the pressure. I can feel the wetness gushing from my pussy. My skin burns with an ache I’ve never felt before.

The door opens and I stare up as two men wearing the familiar silver masks walk in.

“Who…who are you?”

Oh God. Why does my voice sound so husky and needy?

They approach me and I slide back against the bed.

“No. Stay away…”

Doesn’t matter what the hell Isabella and her minions injected me with, I won’t let them touch me.

Not even if this is related to the organization.

“How about I start?” the taller one says to the other, his voice rancid and scratchy. “I wonder if she feels as good as she looks.”

“No…” I try to kick him when he reaches for my leg, but he easily catches it and tugs on my jeans.

“Stop acting like a prude. We all know you let Kane use you like a slut.” He undoes the buttons and pulls them down, exposing my bottom half. Only my panties and the oversized hockey jersey cover me.

“I will kill you if you don’t let me go.” I kick and flail, fighting sluggishly as my eyes fill with tears. “I swear I will.”

Their cruel laughter echoes in the air, condensing over my head like a mocking cloud. “Good luck with that.”

“Please…” I tug on my jersey, squeezing my legs together until my knees knock.

I hate that I have to resort to begging, but I’ll do anything to leave this place in one piece.

Then I’ll poison these two in their sleep.

The taller one grabs my thigh, his cooler hand a shock against my burning skin. A rush of pleasure rushes down my belly and I throw my head back with a groan.

Oh God. No.

Please no.

“See?” one of them sneers. “You can’t wait to be fucked like a whore.”

My mind is jumbled, and my body is desperate to alleviate the ache, but I still mumble, “No…”

“You wanted to be a Vencor member, didn’t you? This is what members do, bitch. They open their legs whenever those higher than them ask.”

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