Page 54 of Sweet Venom
That would be creepy as fuck if I weren’t horrified by an entirely different thing.
At his touch, warmth spreads through my belly and flows down…
Down…
Oh God. What’s happening?
I don’t really get turned on. I’ve always been told I’m dry, and if they don’t use lube, I bleed. There’s no way?—
“You seem to have mistaken the fact that I didn’t kill you for tolerance. Wait. No.” He grabs the largest knife from the washed dishes and places it flat against my face. “You’re provoking me to kill you, aren’t you? End this nightmare on your behalf and take the step you’ve always cowered away from.”
“Not here. I don’t…want to traumatize Dahlia, please.”
The knife’s cool side lifts and then it’s at my apron, cutting the strap at my neck, making it hang around my waist.
“It’s amazing how you think your dead body would traumatize her, but not your death.” He cuts the tie at my waist, and the apron falls to the floor.
My T-shirt is bunched up now, reaching mid-thigh. And he’s staring at them, my thighs, where the shirt stops.
I grow hotter and warmer beneath his gaze, fighting the urge to fling my legs open.
Jude reaches a hand to my bandaged knee, then stops.
His unforgiving gaze slides up the length of me before meeting my gaze. “You don’t really care about her, do you?”
“That’s not true!”
“Hmm. You know how to yell?” He pulls at the collar of my shirt and places the knife there. “Let’s see if you also know how to scream.”
A gasp rips out of me as he cuts the shirt right down the middle. Since I’m not wearing a bra, my round breasts bounce free, the tips hardening in an instant.
It’s not only because of the air.
My palms, which are flat against the counter on either side of me, tremble, but I keep them there as I stare at an invisible point on the floor.
It’ll be over soon.
They all finish up quickly and get it over with.
If I remain completely still, it’ll be over faster?—
Rough gloved fingers slide from my throat to my jaw, gripping it tightly as merciless lips slam against mine.
He bites my upper lip, then my lower one, sinking his teeth so deep, I think blood will gush out.
I have no choice but to open as he thrusts his tongue inside.
Jude kisses like he speaks, walks, talks, and plays hockey.
With violence.
Bright red, rough, and completely ruthless violence.
He slurps on my tongue, biting down and nibbling, but he doesn’t break the skin as he consumes my mouth, kissing me harsh and deep, like I’ve never been kissed before.
Like I never thought I’d ever be kissed.
There’s an unrefined edge to him, a darkness that seeps from his tongue that’s devouring mine, or his unforgiving fingers at my jaw.
