Page 126 of Sweet Venom
“Mmm.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Yes…please…”
“Fuck. I love it when you beg.” He pounds into me. “Ask me to make you come on my fingers.”
“I…”
“Say it, Violet.”
“Please…”
“Full.”Slap.“Sentence.”
“Please let me come.” I’m panting, my stomach tightening and my heart hammering so loud, I think it’ll somehow combust.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
Heshouldn’t be doing this.
Weshouldn’t be doing this.
And yet I’m falling with no landing in sight.
“I said.” His hand lands on my ass in three consecutive slaps. “The full sentence.”
“Please let me come on y-your fingers…” I’m sobbing now because the mixture of pleasure and pain is so intense, I can’t see anything past them.
Not the fucked-up situation.
Not the man who’s ripping this part out of me.
Not the fact that I’mbegginghim to use me.
Not even the darkness.
“That’s agood girl.” His voice drops on the last twowords, all but growling in my ear. “Come for me, sweetheart. Show me how much you want to be used.”
I don’t know if it’s that or the way he calls me sweetheart or how he expertly thrusts inside me or even the feel of the sting mixed with pleasure, but I’m falling.
My whole body goes still as the rush of pleasure vibrates through me. I’m trembling against him, my fingers slipping off the wall as the orgasm rips through me.
It’s so intense, my knees buckle, and I would’ve fallen if it weren’t for his grip on my ass holding me upright—and his fingers in my pussy.
“You made a fucking mess, sweetheart.” There’s a dark chuckle to his words as he pulls his fingers out, but before I can die of shame, he flips me around, and the world tilts from beneath my feet.
I gasp as he lifts me up so effortlessly and throws me over his shoulder with my head dangling against his back.
I, a full-grown woman, am on a man’s shoulder.
But it’s not just any man. It’s Jude Callahan.
My stalker. The man who hates me.
The man I tried to avoid but couldn’t.
And in hindsight, I don’t think I ever would’ve.
