Page 229 of Beautiful Venom

So he intends to enjoy it to the fullest. To get the Vipers the national championship—even if he has to kill Marcus for it.

There have been a lot of threats to kill Marcus lately—especially from Preston. Pretty sure that one still hates me, though he’s stopped threatening me.

Anyway, with Grant’s death, both Kane and Helena are free.

On the other hand, his relationship with his mother is still not the best, but it’s not the worst either. He has visited her twice these past two weeks, but only because I’m playing the role of mediator.

Now that Kane is the head of the Davenport family, he’s easily fallen into his role and seems to be in complete control. But it’s not the type of control where he suppresses himself and caters to others’ expectations.

It’s more about his natural ability to lead and effortless knack for solving crises. In a short time, he’s been able to demand everyone’s respect for his new role.

The other night, he was telling me about his plans to reform Vencor from the inside, and to do that, he needs to further strengthen his influence and then help Jude and Preston snatch power in their families so that the three of them can team up.

He has a lot of plans about bringing back banished family members, especially his uncle, as soon as his position is solidified enough to do so. He was so passionate, I was in awe.

But I also know that his plans might start a riot in the dangerous depths of an organization like Vencor.

The prospect of him having a target on his back scares me, but Kane said he’ll be fine and only asked me to be by his side.

Which I agreed to. No matter what. He’s stuck with me whether he likes it or not.

As the final buzzer sounds, our crowd goes wild, cheering, whistling, and clapping.

I cup my mouth and call Kane’s name.

He turns my way, removing his helmet, as if he can single out my voice from the thousands of spectators.

As if I’m the only one in the crowd.

He looks mouthwateringly gorgeous with his damp hair sticking to his temples and his eyes reflecting the ice but somehow warm, soft.

For me.

Only me.

Preston headlocks him, and the other players drag him with them.

He laughs as they all gang up on him.

And I record that laughter in the depths of my soul. I’m totally saving the game video later and keeping it in my folder that’s full of everything Kane.

As the players start trickling out of the rink, I also rush out and head to the tunnel that leads to the locker room.

I’m still the team’s intern so I have an access badge. I’m also basically Kane’s personal physical therapist.

Though that pervert starts out by asking for a massage, then ends up stripping me naked and fucking me in all possible positions.

Sitting on his lap, against the wall, on the island, in the bathtub.

And that’s when he’s not chasing me and taking me like an animal in heat.

I love our little games.

I love it when I arrive at the penthouse and the lights are off, and I don’t know when he’ll start to hunt me.

But I also love when he wakes me up with kisses or while eating me out.

When he fucks me slowly just to set my world ablaze.

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