Page 97 of Beautiful Venom

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An animalistic, primal emotion rips through me like thunder, and an exhilarating tension coils at my core.

Kane slaps my knees apart and kneels between them. The last thing I see is the glint of the knife before he bunches my dress and slashes it open right down the middle.

A dress so expensive I was scared to wear it.

He brutally rips it off as if it cost pennies.

My gasp echoes in the air, and I shove at his chest. “Stop it!”

He firmly pushes my hand away and cuts through my strapless bra like it’s butter.

My breasts spring free, the nipples hardening even further as he roughly squeezes one in his big hand. “Such a dirty little slut. Your body is made to be used by me. You’ll swallow my cock and beg for my cum, won’t you?”

“Don’t touch me!” I kick his chest with everything I have.

He grabs my foot and slashes through my panties, then thrusts the handle of the knife inside me.

God. I’m wet.

I’m so wet by his manhandling, it should be embarrassing.

“You think you can fight me?” He thrusts again, pumping the handle with wicked expertise. “You think you can escape me?”

My back arches on the wet grass, but I still try to resist the blinding pleasure building inside me.

It feels like a need.

A sick, depravedneed.

“You’re so wet at the prospect of being used. So primed and ready. You’re choking the knife as if it’s my cock, aren’t you?”

“You disgust me, you fucking asshole. Let me go!” I lift my right hand and slap him on the hideous mask.

He backhands me with his free hand. So hard, my vision blurs, and I think I come a little.

Oh no.

No.

No.

This is just a show, a test, and playing his game to get what I want.

I’m not supposed to enjoy it so much.

I’m not supposed to come.

“Think twice before you run your mouth.” He reaches beneath me and presses a finger against my back hole and I tense. “I could and would fuck your ass bareback. Mmm. This feels virgin.”

I buck and try to escape him, keeping my legs spread so I don’t cut my thigh on the knife, my heart surging loudly.

“Let’s test it.”

The moment he slips the knife out of me, I kick him and turn over, crawling on all fours, panting like an injured animal.

I’m entirely naked, and the cold bites into my warm skin, but that doesn’t matter.

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