Page 63 of Venomous Kiss
That woman will be the death of me.
She’s a vision in white, which is quite amusing to see. Red, yes, that is her color; black even. But white? It’s very interesting. I sent my driver to collect her and bring her to this location. I watch as she walks out, the night air touching her soft, delicate skin as goosebumps rise over it. Her eyes fall to the table that I have set up; it’s a rooftop overlooking New York—perfect, just as she is.
I’ve never had to set up a date before, and I knew I didn’t want her out in public because I plan to do very bad things to her. I’d rather us not get arrested on our first official date, a thought that actually makes me smirk.
“What’s amusing you?” she asks, stepping closer to me. I reach for her hand, not even able to help myself. Clasping it into mine, I pull her to me. The food is all ready and waiting for us. I timed everything with perfect precision.
“You, of course,” I tell her, lifting my other hand to touch her face.
“Do you bring all your dates here?” I can hear the hint of jealousy in her voice, and I can’t help but fight the smug smile knowing that she is jealous.
“There is only you, Caterpillar,” I remind her. She seems to be appeased by my answer as I take her over to the table and pull out her chair. She sits, and as she does, I stand behind her and brush her hair behind her shoulder, laying a soft kiss on her neck. Fuck, she smells good. Pulling away, I take the seat opposite her and open the lids on our meal. She looks down at the food and smirks before she picks up her knife and fork and starts. I take a bite and watch her eat. We remain silent as I begin to pour her a glass of her favorite vodka and one for myself.
“Caterpillar.” She looks up at me, those sinful eyes locking onto mine. “How did I even find you?” I muse to her. She shrugs her shoulders, and before I can stop it, the glass in her hand drops to the ground. Reaching down, I pick it up, and a piece cuts my hand. “Fuck.”
“You’re bleeding.”
That’s when I hear the huskiness of her breath. Leaving the glass exactly where it is, I find her eyes locked on my hand. She seems to realize what she’s doing, staring at my blood and gets up and walks to the edge of the building, which looks out to the city.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I ask her, coming up behind her. I reach my hand up her dress and drag it along her exposed skin, and as we both look down, we see the trail of my blood that stays on her skin. “I can stop.” I push against her, so she can feel what I was feeling the minute I fucking saw her. She shakes her head and looks over her shoulder at me as I stay where I am behind her, my bloody hand palming her perfect ass. “You’ll ruin your perfect dress,” I warn her, but her eyes are already shut, and her breathing is getting heavier.
It doesn’t take me long to slide my hand between her legs, which she opens willingly. I find her wet already as I lean forward and bite her shoulder. “So wet, Caterpillar.” She doesn’t say anything in response but moves her body as close to mine as possible. With my other hand, I free my cock, then reach for the back of her neck. “You’ll take me, won’t you? My blood coating your fucking ass, my cock about to destroy your perfect pussy, and you will take it. And you will love it,” I tell her. “Tell me,” I urge, pushing my cock at her entrance as she bends over.
“I will take it, and I will love it.” She moans, pushing her sweet cunt back farther onto my cock.
“Yes, yes, you will.” She screams as I enter her, and I watch as she grips the edge of the building, staying bent over, taking me. I slap her ass, my blood now fully smeared all over her. What a fucking beautiful sight it is.
Lilith bent over, covered in my blood.
I want to marry this woman and make her all fucking mine. If anyone ever dares to touch her, I will destroy them. My cock slides in and out of her, and she screams my name as she comes. I grip her hair and fuck her even harder as her tight pussy squeezes the life out of my cock. How did I even fuck another woman before her?
She is it.
This is it.
Pulling out, I yank her by the hair until she is standing and then spin her around.
“On your knees.” She does, and without another word, her mouth is wrapped around my cock, and I come in her mouth. She takes it, and when there is no more to take, she finally pulls back, wipes her mouth, and looks up at me smugly.
“You need a drink,” I tell her. Little does she know the drink she is about to have will change her fucking life.
TWENTY-FOUR
LILITH
My head hurts. I woke up not remembering a thing after I had a drink, after that amazing fucking sex on the balcony. A date that turned out to be perfection. Now, if all dates were like that, I would have dated a lot more.
But I have a feeling that is all Reon.
The material of the red dress irritates my skin.
It’s itchy, and I want it off, but it was the only one I could find in my closet. My white dress, which I wore the night before, has been discarded, and the blood that was on me somehow was removed.
My heels dig into the ground as I walk through the grass. I should have worn the comfortable shoes, the invitation said. I check the address again—it’s the house I was instructed to arrive at for the event tonight, but it’s a run-down old place that looks as if it’s barely standing. A cold shiver runs through my body as I look around. Maybe I should have told Reon about the invite; something is making me feel uneasy right now.
I spot Soren first, though he’s not easy to see since he’s dressed in all black. In his hand, he holds some kind of mask. His boots slosh in the wet grass with each step he takes. “Lilith.”
“Soren.” I smile.
