Page 83 of Lovely Venom
“You think you hadmeall figured out,” I sass him.
“Not at all.” He barks a laugh. “And I don’t want to figure you out. I want to wake up and think, what the fuck will happen today? What kind of crazy shit is my venom going to pull today? But tonight, it’s my turn. Now get on that table.”
“No.” I stomp my foot.
“Did you just seriously tell me no?”
“Yes. And no is a complete sentence.” I raise my chin, all smug.
“Un-fucking-acceptable. Now you’re going to find out the hard way what happens when you fucking disobey me.” He unlocks a safe and takes out a gun.
“Wait.” I back away.
He lifts it to me and pulls the trigger. I wait for a deafening blast, but there’s only a zipping sound.
Feeling a sting on my neck, I drop to the floor and everything goes black.
MY EYES FLUTTER OPEN. With a dry mouth and lips pressed into soft velvet, I lift my head and try to rub my eyes. Something tugs my arm.
What the hell?
I glance left and right, then gasp seeing leather cuffs around my wrists and steel chains tying me down. I try to kick, but my legs are tied down, too. From what I feel, the same cuffs are wrapped around my ankles.
“You’re awake,” Connor growls.
He prowls into my line of sight since I can’t turn over.
He’s shirtless and changed into sweatpants.
Holding a dart, he says, “I didn’t want to hurt you. So, I drugged you. I knew you’d put up a fight, but when I say I’m in charge of a fucking scene, I’m in charge.”
He tosses the dart on a counter next to the gun he used earlier and approaches me. His hand skims across my back and down to my ass. The warmth of his skin signals I’m completely naked and spread-eagled.
I should be scared, but I’m exhilarated.
He licks a finger and teases the rim of my ass. “This delicious hole is mine. I waited for it.”
I tense, feeling a slick finger probe my seam.
“Christ, you want to give that to me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I purr and I can’t help it.
“Has any man been inside this ass?” he whispers tentatively, like he can’t bear my answer.
But I’m not here to givehimany mercy. “None of your fucking business,” I answer to torture him.
“That goddamn mouth. I don’t know if I should stick my cock down your throat to teach you a lesson or just climb up on that table and fuck your ass until you scream.”
I don’t care what you hear in here...
With one finger probing me, his thumb brushes my exposed sex. “By how wet you are, I know you want it all.” He slips from the rim of my ass and massages my ass cheeks. “But first...”
Connor stands in front of me. He’s waist level with the table and my face. He plays with the waistband of his sweats. Growling, he slowly lowers them. A smooth, taut stomach curves down to a delicious V. But he keeps going until his hard cock springs free.
He grips it immediately. “Open, Venom. Get my cock wet.”
“That’s the lube you’ll use to fuck my ass?” I lick my lips.
