Page 125 of Sweet Venom
His large hand slides around my spine, his fingers grazing my skin beneath the hoodie as he unbuttons my jeans.
My toes curl in my shoes, and a yelp rips out of me when he shoves the jeans down, a sound of tearing fabric echoing in the air.
“Mm.” He grabs a handful of my ass, and even though it’s over my panties, my heart throbs and so does my aching pussy.
Am I turned on by his manhandling?
How can I be this horny because he actually did ambush me, shove me against the wall, and is touching me this roughly?
Blue.
That’s the word I need to say to stop this.
So why am I pressing my lips together, refusing to even think about it?
Slap.
I go up on my tiptoes as Jude kneads the ass cheek he just spanked, then he does it again. Slapping, then kneading, alternating between my ass cheeks.
And again.
And again.
Mixing pain with sensual pleasure.
I’m trembling all over, unshed tears blurring my vision, but they’re more like pleasure tears, really, because I’ve never been this wet before.
“I want to make your skin red and fill it the fuck up with my bruises,” he whispers in dark words near my ear. “I wantto mark you so thoroughly that no one dares to fucking touch what’s mine.”
His words should appall me.
Disturb me.
This man is sick.
But apparently, so am I, because each of his words feels like a lick of heat against my most intimate part.
Jude releases my jaw and glides two fingers over my panties. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re soaking wet for me.”
I drop my forehead on the wall, shame and humiliation ripping through me.
He squeezes my aching ass cheek as he slides his finger beneath the seam of my panties. “Do you like how I touch you, Violet? How I’ll use this tight little cunt to get off?”
“Do you have to talk like that?—”
My words end on a moan when he thrusts two fingers inside me. My body tightens and, to my horror, I can feel my pussy clenching around him.
“Yes. That’s it.” He spanks me again, and I whimper, tingles erupting over my skin and all my blood rushing to where he’s touching me. “Your cunt is strangling me, sweetheart. God, you’re so tight… How are you going to take my cock if you’re struggling with my fingers, hmm?”
His thumb rubs my clit as he thrusts deeper, rougher, with a rhythm that commands and demands my entire attention.
“Oh God…” I mumble, the pleasure heightening and heightening until I’m panting, vibrating, completely taken in by the beautiful nightmare that is Jude Callahan.
“Shh…” He slaps my ass again, slowing his thrusts. “Don’t rush into it. I need to stretch you out properly so I can stick my cock into this tiny cunt. You’ll take me, won’t you, sweetheart?”
He scissors his fingers inside me and flicks my clit at the same time. A spark of pleasure slithers through me, and my fingers curl against the wall, beads of sweat coating my temples.
Just when I’m about to fall apart, he slows down, his breath scorching hot against my cheek. “Answer me, Violet. You will take me like a very good girl, right?”
