Page 37 of Lovely Venom
Then I can get out of here. I don’t need any more distractions or confusion about what I’m supposed to do.
But he stays in the bedroom, and I have no choice but to watch. My pulse goes crazy, and I can’t ignore the tightness in my chest.
Connor props one knee onto his bed. Facing the headboard, he begins stroking himself. A vivid memoryslams into me. I’m lying on that bed, watching him touch himself the same way.
Is he imagining I’m back here?
I’m right here,my sex yells.
Connor Quinlan and his powerful brothers can protect me. Get me out of the clutches of Noel’s stupid marriage arrangement.
What the hell kind of traitor does that make me?
“Fuck yeah, Venom. Take me, take my cock.”
Venom.
God, heisthinking about me.
His hand twists around the staggering length, giving a tug which draws another groan from his lips. The muscles in his forearm vibrate off his skin as he pumps. Now his back is involved as the groans get deeper. His skin glows in the lamplight coming from outside. He looks like he’s carved from marble. Lust coils between my legs, and I reach for my center to find I’m soaked.
Oh God.
“Yeah,” he mutters, his head thrown back. “Take my cock, baby.”
Okay,I nearly whisper.
I squeeze everything not to cry out, but after a few more slick strokes, I’m coming from this amazing show.
“Fuuuuck,” a savage moan breaks from Connor’s throat.
I open my eyes just in time to catch him ejaculating. With his legs spread, ropes of pearly white cum shoot out of the head of his cock and coats his hand.
For the first time, I’m jogged with a memory that Connor didn’t use protection with me. Did he ask me if I was on the pill? Maybe I mentioned that I was.
I have to get out of here. I’m ready to blow someone’s head off from all this sexual frustration, and Connor’s noggin is far down the list at the moment.
But my meltdown is brought to a halt when Connor scans the bedroom, his gaze lingering near the closet.
My heart pounds. Does he know I’m here?
Smiling and still naked, he pulls out something from the strewn tux jacket. My hair comb!
Connor runs his fingers over it and drawls out icily, “I will find you, Venom.”
No. No, you won’t.
A second later, his phone buzzes.
“Alo?” he answers, low and deep. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
I duck deeper into the closet while maintaining a visual of him through the slats. Connor reaches into his dresser and grabs jeans. He steps into them, going commando. With a long-sleeve cotton shirt and boots that were sitting next to the bed, he stands to his full height.
I’m equal parts turned on and terrified.
After fixing his hair, Connor grabs a jacket and tucks a gun into his waistband. He strides out of the bedroom, the door shutting behind him. I pound that into my brain to remember to close it as well.
I count the seconds until I hear a door closing, making sure it’s the front door and not the one leading to his tunnel. I need to leave that way since Valdrin is waiting for me on that side.
