Page 281 of Craving Venom

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m asking.” She turns her head and meets my eyes. “Are you a cannibal?”

I ease the car into a slower roll, closing the distance as my knuckles skim her thigh and my mouth finds the curve of her ear, hungry to speak.

“Are you offering to be my next meal, baby?”

Her breath catches.

That’s all I need.

I graze my fingers higher, teasing the edge of that slit. I feel the heat between her thighs before I even touch her pussy. I know it’s wet. I don’t need to check.

But I want to.

I pull my hand back, grip the wheel again before I do something reckless. More reckless than I already am.

She looks away fast. Her chin drops, and she stares out the window like the night might save her from what I just said. But it won’t. Nothing will.

She mutters, almost under her breath, “Most people would say no to that.”

“Good thing I’m not most people either.”

“Whatever freak.”

The car’s easing on the pavement when the Bluetooth kicks on and the dash screen lights up with Terry’s name. I tap the answer button on the screen and drop my hand back to the wheel. “Yeah?”

“East sector checkpoint’s been cleared. You’ve got a thirty-minute window before the next round comes through. The side entrance near the greenhouse is unmonitored tonight. I confirmed it with the perimeter sweep.”

“Cameras?”

“Looped,” Terry says. “Only for an hour, though. Don’t fuck around.”

“Do I ever?”

“You do. Constantly.”

I glance over at Faith. Her eyes are on the road, feigning disinterest, but every muscle in her body is tuned to me.

“Anyone inside in the support staff we don’t know about?”

“One new face,” Terry replies. “Male. Mid-thirties. Didn’t log his name at check-in.”

“Noted.”

Terry pauses, then adds, “You sure you want her going in with you?”

I look at Faith and she’s turns her head in my direction at Terry’s question. I can feel her gaze on the side of my face. She’s not subtle. Her stare burns hotter than her skin.

“I’m sure.”

Because if anyone’s going to burn this place down with me, it’s her.

Terry lets out a breath. “Okay. You’ve got exactly six hours before you have to be back at prison. Not a minute more.”

“If everything goes as planned,” I say, keeping my eyes on the road, “I’ll be back in two.”

Then I glance at her, and I don’t even try to hide the smirk curling up my mouth.

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