Page 117 of Lovely Venom
“I’m crazy about you, so you’re right for me.” He grunts and releases inside me.
I come a second later and worry I’ll have an attack all over again. But my breathing stays steady.
Lowering me, Connor is flushed, and he can’t stop kissing me. “I can give you whatever you want, Venom. Don’t shut me out.”
Coming down from the orgasm, all I can say is, “I’m trying, Connor.”
I’m an Albanian weapon. It’s only a matter of time before they figure out I’ve changed sides and will come for the Quinlans.
With everything they have.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Raina
Outside the store, Blade and Jett watch the street, their backs against the glass display window. Connor hands all the bags from my shopping spree to Jett.
“Bring these back to my apartment,” he says to the dark-haired man. “Blade, you stay here.”
Jett nods to Connor and leaves. That reduces us to one guard since Nero is with Ruby. But I feel utterly safe.
“Where are we going now?” I ask, letting the sun warm my face after that icebox of a store.
“You’ll see.” Connor’s fingers thread with mine.
I slip on my own set of shades and let him lead me a few blocks south. I’m not familiar with this exact neighborhood, so the smell of sugar hits me unaware. I look up and see Connor’s Candy Emporium.
I laugh. “Doyouown this place?”
He smiles. “No. But don’t tell my nieces that. I bring them here and they think I own it.”
“How many nieces do you have, Uncle Connor Candy Man?” It’s easy to be playful with him. The way you’re appreciative of a friendly tiger who you knowcankill you, but prefers to cuddle.
“Three lasses.” Connor gives me a once-over. “For now. We’ll have to see what Lennox is having.”
“Lennox?”
“Shane’s wife.” He stops to study me. “My brother, who killed Berisha.”
“Right.” It makes me dizzy to realize I’m going to meet them this weekend. More killers.
I shake that away. “Shane did the DNA testing that proved Levinwasn’t my father?”
“Aye,” Connor says, arms tight against his chest.
Swallowing roughly, I say, “But I’m related to someone in his brotherhood. That still makes me the enemy.”
“By blood only.” He pushes a few loose strands of hair from my face. “No one sees you that way. I promise.”
“I have a whole criminal organization looking for me and akyrewho thinks I’m going to marry him.”
“That’snothappening.”
“I admit I need you to help me get out of this,” I say, my heart pounding again. “But am I putting your family at risk?”
“My family can handle it.” He scoops my hand in his again.
I swallow, feeling nervous. “And I’ll meet them all on Sunday?”
