Page 95 of Venomous Kiss
I hear shuffling before he speaks again, “What do you mean?”
“I have no. Fucking. Apartment. How much clearer do I have to be? I wonder if my life went to shit because I met you,” I snap, then hang up on him.
I watch as the firemen put out the fire, and then as they all stand around talking to one another. At one point, they ask me if they need to call anyone for me. I shake my head, and they leave me alone.
So, now, I sit here as they leave.
I sit here and wonder if it’s all Reon’s fault. Is he bad juju for me? Surely, he must be. It’s payback for everything I’ve done wrong. For that one fucked-up night when I stole a knife from a man’s stomach and kept it. For my father, who is in prison for killing a man, and my wish that he’d never been caught.
It’s my bad luck.
And now I want to kill my ex-husband.
I hear the rev of an engine, but don’t bother raising my head as I hear a door swing open. The sound of boots approaching reaches me, but again, I don’t bother looking up as they get near. That is, until hands are touching me, seeing if I am okay. When I finally look up, I see his eyes, wild and dark, searching me to make sure I’m fine before he finally speaks.
“Is this everything?” Reon asks, his hands dropping from my body when he can’t see anything physical. I nod as he picks up my bags. I just sit here as he carries my belongings to his car.
“Let’s eat before we hunt,” he says, standing before me and offering me his hand. My stomach fizzes with excitement, and my pulse flutters widely as I stare at that hand for a few moments and wonder what happens if I don’t take it.
Which way might my life go?
Fuck it.
It’s already a shit show. How much worse can it really get?
He places my hand in his, and he pulls me up, our bodies slamming into one another, and his hands go to my ass.
“I missed you,” he murmurs into my hair.
“You’ve been gone a few hours,” I say, and he kisses my cheek, sliding down until he gets to my throat.
“When I kiss you here”—he kisses me again on my neck—“your pulse beats harder and faster. It tells me that you want me, even though you don’t want to admit it.”
I go to pull away, but he tugs me back into him.
“It’s okay, Caterpillar. We’ll have fun later.” His hands slide down my back until he lifts me up by my thighs, my legs going around his waist, as he carries me to the car. Letting go of me with one hand, he opens the car door and drops me onto the seat.
“Tell me how we are married,” I demand.
“Later. First, we eat.”
“I want a burger… a dirty, juicy burger,” I tell him.
“You sure you don’t want a hot dog? I could give you one right now. You have the perfect buns to slide into.” I reach out with my hand and grab his cock. It’s hard, and I’m not sure why I thought for a second it wouldn’t be.
“When you say things like that, it just turns me on.”
He moves too fast for me to stop him as he bites my nipple through my shirt. “I hope so because you’re stuck with me for life.” He grins at me.
“If you say so.” I huff as I push my chest out more. He chuckles and pulls my shirt down until he can get to my bare nipple. He takes it into his mouth as my hand starts moving on his cock. Lucky for us, the sun has started to set, and the light in the car has gone off. His other hand burrows between my legs, and he rubs my pussy up and down as he sucks, tastes, and basically devours my nipple.
“Other one,” I pant, and he laughs and pulls out my other breast, giving it the same treatment. His cock jerks in my palm, and I don’t stop rocking myself against his hand.
“Needy little caterpillar, aren’t we?”
“Always. It’s been too long.” I breathe out, feeling the buildup coming on quickly.
He slides his hand into my pants and straight to my clit, rubbing it in slow circles before dipping lower and plunging his fingers inside me. He thrusts in and out at a fast pace, and my head lolls back as he jerks in my hand, coming as well. He bites down hard on my nipple, and I jolt against his mouth before he pulls back. My hand falls from his crotch, and I sit, dazed, trying to catch my breath. My breasts are hanging out of my shirt, my pants are half undone, and my hair is more than likely a mess.
