Page 57 of Lovely Venom
“Oh, yes. Good choice of color handles. I can see your sticky arousal already coating the black tip.” He teases me, rubbing the ridged side of the handle up and down.
My hips curl from the pleasure, and it’s so decadent I shudder. But I stiffen when it’s clear I’m enjoying this a little too much.
“Don’t you dare fight it. I want you to come.” He gently slides the oval tip of the knife handle into my entrance as another blow lands against my ass.
This one is harder. The sting melts into heat, curling between my thighs, setting my nerves on fire.
“Fuck,” he mutters, penetrating me with the hilt.
Those ridges tease my core like the veins of his big cock. He pushes it further inside me, and I see fucking stars. “God, yeah.”
“You’re soaked and I’m hard as fuck.” He edges the handle out and runs one side along my entrance.
I roll my hips and moan, “You bastard.”
“That’s me, and I want to be your bastard.” He dropsthe knife and slides a finger inside me. “I want to be the man who breaks you piece by piece until all you know is me and my cock.”
When another crack of his palm comes down on my ass while he’s finger-fucking me, I lose it and start climaxing all over his hand.
Yeah, he didn’t want me coming on the knife handle. He wanted to feel my womb clench around him as I gushed all over his fingers.
Connor’s control snaps. “Fuck!”
He flips me over until I’m straddling his thighs. My sex is not only exposed, I’m dripping on his pants. Pulling me in by the nape of my neck, his mouth crashes against mine in a bruising, claiming kiss. There’s no pretense anymore. No pretending this isn’t exactly what we both need.
“You should be running from me,” he says, his voice barely a whisper.
I bite his bottom lip, tasting blood. “Maybe I like playing with fire.”
He growls from the pain, but it sounds more like pleasure. “Then you’ll burn for me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Connor
Raina Riatt should be afraid of me. After breaking into my home. After lying to my face. No, she straddled my lap, naked, and left herself vulnerable as I made her come all over me using her knife handle.
Wearing nothing but a smirk, she soaks in the heat of my gaze, dragging over every inch of her bare skin. Breathing ragged, pupils blown wide, she’s anticipating more.
Not bothering to cover up, Raina’s chin lifts in dignified insolence. “Is that all you got, Quinlan?”
“I just fucked you with your knife, and that’s not enough? Christ, you’re bleedin’ perfect, Venom. Perfect for me.” The perfect weapon to kill me. Not that I’ll let that happen. “You want to play dangerous games?”
Her lips part with a breathy little hitch that gives away her need.
I push up from the chair in a slow, predatory rise, setting her on her feet. I spin her around and press her chest against the wall before she can even think to fight me. “I’m not done with you. Not by a mile.”
She exhales sharply as I close my hands around her throat, a warning more than a restraint. A reminder that she belongs to me, at least for tonight.
“Tell me no,” I murmur. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll let you go.”
Silence.
She could lie. She could fight.
Instead, she presses her ass into my groin, her hips rolling just enough to make me mutter a curse in Gaelic. I spin her back to face me. Her chest risesand falls in sharp little gasps. I swear, I could get drunk off the way she looks at me.
The blush across her cheeks and those taut nipples give her desires away like I’m the danger she’s been craving.
