Page 73 of Sweet Venom
Damn.
God fucking damn it.
I’ve beencravingthis.
A nip. A lick.
Ataste.
The kiss is hot, quick, and absolutely maddening, like everything about her. Violet’s tongue moves against mine tentatively, cautiously, as if she doesn’t want to do this, but, like me, she can’t deny it.
The pull.
The unhinged energy.
I glide my fingers inside her panties, and she jumps, releasing an unintelligible sound into my mouth.
“Youaresoaking wet, sweetheart.” I pull out my fingers and hold them out in the light so she can see the stickiness. Then I thrust them into her mouth, making her swallow her taste.
Her glasses fog up with her quickening breaths, and she sucks my fingers, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Mmm. I’m going to need your lips around something bigger.”
I pull out my fingers and push her down with a hand on top of her head.
Violet gets to her knees as I unbuckle my belt. She looks at my hand, then back to my face, her breathing shallow and her pupils dilated.
“I really hate you,” she murmurs, almost as if trying to convince herself.
But I’m already pulling out my cock and placing it at her mouth. “Show me how much you hate me,sweetheart.”
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VIOLET
Ihate him.
I truly, irrevocably, and without a shadow of a doubt despise Jude Callahan and everything he stands for.
But my feelings toward him don’t seem to deflate my reaction when he’s around. I’d never admit it out loud, but there’s been an insatiable emptiness in my life lately. Something deep and ferocious and maddening, like an itch beneath the skin I can’t reach.
However, that only lasted until he showed up tonight.
Threatening me and my date and announcing that we’re together as if that will ever happen.
As if I’d ever be with someone like him who’s hell-bent on killing me and making me pay just because he can.
We’re impossible.
I know that.
Heknows that.
But whatever spark that ignites whenever we’re around each other doesn’t give two damns about those simple facts, because it mounts with every encounter.
And God… The way he looks down at me with ravenous, lustful eyes is intoxicating.
There’s rage there as well, harsh and red-hot. Probablybecause his cock is already half erect right in front of my face, and he’s angry that I make him hard. Or his obsession with me does.
