Page 20 of Venomous Kiss
And look at the man I’m with.
I wonder what other ways he can make me come.
Probably more than my husband ever could.
xox
My hands are swaying in the air, and I’m mouthing the words to the song, which I’m sure are wrong. His hands are on my hips, and his lips are on my neck as he moves behind me.
It’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time.
It’s nice to just let go.
To be free.
I have a feeling I could kill someone, and Reon wouldn’t judge me.
It could be the alcohol talking, though.
And this is all so wrong. But why does it feel so right?
He pulls me back into his body, and I feel him hard against me. I turn to face him, and he molds our bodies together. The dance floor is packed, and people are pushing us, but we don’t care. He leans down, but his lips don’t touch mine. We’ve been dancing for what feels like hours.
“I need air,” I say.
He nods, clasps my hand, and walks us straight through the crowd. They part for him. Reon is all man, so unlike Deven. He bleeds authority and emits a sense of danger. He has this sinister look about him that you just know isn’t average. I think that’s what attracted me to him.
As soon as we get outside, he leads me to an alley, and before I can ask him where we’re going, he pushes me up against the wall. His hands find my skirt, and he slides it up, easily pushing my G-string to the side. His finger grazes my clit, and he rubs slow circles while his lips hover over mine, almost touching.
And it’s then that I realize he hasn’t ever kissed me.
“You are the hottest thing I have ever seen.” He leans in, and his mouth lands on my cheek, his teeth biting into my flesh, not hard enough to draw blood but enough that I feel the sting of it. My whole body feels energized at his bite. I’ve never felt more alive with any other person. The cool night air coasts over my heated skin as the coolness of the brick wall digs in. Reon’s dark, enthralling glare holds me captive. And the smell of his cologne and whiskey-scented breath fills my nostrils.
“Oh, look at this, a dirty whore, and her companion. Can we have a turn when you're done?” someone says from the alley’s entrance.
I feel Reon freeze. He moves his fingers away from my clit and slips them into his mouth with a smirk, and I feel his breath on my lips when he speaks. “I hate to be interrupted,” he says, and I can hear footsteps approaching. He doesn’t pull away from me.
“Come on, man, let us see what’s up that skirt,” the other man says from only a few feet away now in the darkened alley.
Reon leans in and whispers in my ear, “I’d close your eyes if I were you, Caterpillar.” Then he pulls back and turns around. It’s then that I see the two men, both wearing leather jackets, with bottles of alcohol in their hands—one of them appears to be holding a knife that the light hits from the end of the alley.
I should feel scared right now. I’m in a dark alley with three men—two complete strangers and a man I barely know.
“If you just walk away…” the one holding the knife says before trailing off as his eyes fall to me.
I feel them rake over me, and they don’t feel the same way that Reon’s do; he does it in appreciation of what he sees, whereas this man does it in a sick way.
“Sure, you want to fuck her?” Reon asks in a calm tone as he glances back at me, and my heart starts beating fast.
“Oh, we want to do more than that,” the one not holding the knife, who also appears to be bald, eyes me and nods.
“She does taste good. And, fuck, her pussy is tight too. Probably the best I’ve ever had.” Reon’s words make my pulse race and my brows furrow.
“Fuck, man, stop turning us on.” The one with the knife lowers his hand and reaches for his cock, adjusting it.
I stand there, unsure of what’s going on.
I might be sick.
