Page 69 of Sweet Venom
Anything.
Jude lowers his mouth so that his hot breaths skim my ear. “Here’s how it’ll go, Violet. You go back to your sorry excuse for a date, thank him for his time, and fuck off home.”
“You don’t tell me what to do,” I snap.
“Yes, I do.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Do as you’re told. Don’t make me intervene.”
And then he pulls away, releasing me completely and vanishing as silently as he appeared.
I slide down to the floor, my knees shaking and my heart nearly lunging into my throat, and my pussy still throbs with an unsatisfied ache.
My limbs barely hold me, but I stand up with a renewed sense of rebellion.
I was losing interest in Toby earlier, but I’ve found it now.
Screw Jude Callahan.
On a cactus.
Until he bleeds out.
Amen.
15
JUDE
Violet leaves the restaurant.
With the curly-haired asshole.
Contrary to what I told her.
My fist clenches and unclenches as I follow behind, leaving a safe distance between us as they talk.
Andlaugh.
And Violet trips slightly and falls against his side.
Is she…fuckingflirting?
So not only did she meet some nobody for dinner and then let him help her put on her jacket as if she’s a goddamn toddler who can’t perform the task on her own, but she’s alsothrowingherself at him?
I have to calm the fuck down before I bash his face against the concrete.
Just kidding. I’ll still do that, but there are a lot of pesky people around that would hinder that plan.
The guy slides an arm—that will be broken—around her shoulder to steady her. She smiles at him.
She fuckingsmiles, her eyes closing a bit as she looks at him.
I was so sure she was uncomfortable with being touched by a man. She fuckingflincheswhenever a customer touches her, and she did with me as well.
Not when she was coming all over my mouth, though. No, she was riding my face then.
