Page 98 of Lovely Venom
I bite my lip while heat ripples through me, I buck my hips as he sucks me through the rest of the climax.
“Fuck, that’s sweet.” He stares at me with shiny lips as my arousal drips down his chin. When the waves stop, Connor finds my mouth and kisses me. “Taste yourself. How you melt for me.”
Don’t remind me.
“Are you so worked up because I saved your life?” I ask, trying to get my heartbeat under control.
“Fuck, yeah.” He sits up and rubs his hard cock against my soaking entrance. “Ready for me? Still on the pill?”
Tightening my grip around his hard, throbbing cock, I say, “Yeah, I am.”
Connor grabs my hips and flips me over. Growling, he pushes inside me. “Unless I find them and flush them.”
Such mob boss arrogance.
Before I can respond, I tell myself I should tease him that I’ll never be on board with him owning me, but my lie will always fall apart when my sex starts to soak his sheets.
With every thrust, my traitorous body milks Connor’s enormous cock, teasing him to fuck me harder and spill his seed inside me.
“Christ, this is good.” His warm, brawny hands push me down onto the bed while keeping my ass in the air.
I groan, protesting how he manhandles me.
Glancing over my shoulder, I narrow my eyes to complain, but his fiery blue eyes locked on mine leave me speechless. My stomach drops, witnessing a beast takingits prey with such unbridled desire.
“Fuck, yes,” he hisses a dark approval through the final grueling thrusts from behind. “I’m gonna come.”
Connor pulls out of me. Warm, wet ropes of his release squirt across my back and then drip onto my ass cheeks, like he’s painting his name with cum.
My God, he’s MARKING me.
Now I can’t roll over. I can’t move.
Even more shocking, his chest presses into my back, coating himself with his warm ejaculation. A dusting of body hair and the ridges of his perfect six-pack press harder as we both slump to the top cover of his bed.
“We need a shower, Venom.” Connor kisses the back of my neck.
Drenching us both in his cum all but ensured that.
“Do you like shower sex?” He pulls my face to meet his eyes.
“I like all kinds of sex,” I answer.
“You sure do, brat. But I’m your sex outlet from now on. No one else touches you.”
I suck in a shuddering breath at the dominance in his tone. “Not if you intend to keep me a prisoner.”
His eyes blaze with rage. “Wrong answer. You’re mine because we’re perfect together.”
Stifling tears, I nod. “We are.”
He holds out his hand, and next we’re in the shower kissing, his steely erection growing against my stomach. We fuck again and get out when the water runs cold. He towels me off, then gives me a T-shirt to wear to bed.
Padding to the bedroom, he’s still wearing a towel slung low on his hips. “Come on. We need to sleep, and we’ll start fresh tomorrow.”
Toweling my hair, I sense my problems crawling to the forefront with the removal of the hazy arousal clouding my brain. I consider whether I should ask toleave. Go to a hotel, but with what? A credit card that Noel Tahiri can use to find me?
The feral look in Connor’s eyes tells me that’s a no-go for launch.
