Page 112 of Sweet Venom
I know I shouldn’t, I know I should hold on to this dream for a while longer, but I open my eyes.
And my heart stutters.
Because Jude doesn’t disappear.
His massive body looks ethereal in the low glow of the light as his knees straddle my face, his jeans open, his cock so hard, the veins are bulging.
And his eyes.
God, his eyes are the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. Like the night, with tiny flecks of bright gold.
I can see myself in them again as he jerks himself roughly. “Fucking Christ, you’re addictive. I can’t quit you.” He places the tip at my mouth. “Open. Take my cum.”
I let my lips part and he comes deep inside my mouth, his body tightening, and he releases gruff noises that make my spent pussy throb.
Cum trails on either side of my mouth as he pulls out and tucks himself in. I’m watching in pure bemusement as to why I can still see him in my dream when I already opened my eyes.
Not that I’m complaining.
This is not a bad development per se. And I certainly love this over the tension I sensed from him at the arena last night.
He gathers the cum and thrusts it back into my mouth, watching me suck his fingers clean with darkened eyes. “That’s a good girl.”
A noise of protest leaves me when he pulls out his fingers and stands up.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Violet.”
And then he’s out the door, and I close my eyes, a weird sensation wrapping around my throat like a noose as I drift off.
That was a dream…right?
23
VIOLET
Dahlia
Viii! Lunch together?
Actually, no question mark. Lunch together. I’ll ask Kane to eat with his friends, so it’s only us.
Me
You don’t have to do that.
I want to. See ya!
As I’m about to pocket my phone while walking out of my building, it pings.
Unknown number
You should leave this town while you still have the chance.
I frown, my fingers gripping the phone tight.
This can’t be…Julian, right? For some reason, this seems way beneath him. That man would threaten me face to face or on the phone without having to resort to these tricks.
Besides, Kane clearly said Julian is taken care of. Not sure how, but it’s been a couple of weeks since I returned to Graystone Ridge with Dahlia, and I’ve had no contact with Julian, so I believe Kane.
