Page 130 of Sweet Venom
God, he looks so handsome when he comes. All cut lines and jagged edges.
I lift a hand and touch his forehead tentatively. He tenses, but he seems to be too busy orgasming to focus much on my touch.
That’s when I see it.
Right on the left corner of his forehead, buried beneath the hair, is a long scar. The one Preston mentioned.
And now that he’s so close, I can see all the other scars buried beneath his tattoos, and my chest squeezes.
Just…what type of horror did he have to go through?
When he breathes harshly, I drop my hand, not wanting to kill the mood.
I brace myself for when he’ll fall on top of me like all guys do, crushing me in their post-orgasm halo. Jude is a heavy man, so hopefully, he doesn’t stay like that for long?—
Instead, he pulls me up by his hand beneath my back so that I’m sitting on his lap, one of his arms around my waist and the other deep in my hair.
“Stay with me, sweetheart.”
“W-what?”
“We’re not done. I’ve only just gotten started.”
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VIOLET
“You think you deserve peace after you ruined my life, you worthless piece of shit?”
I gasp awake, my throat closing and my limbs shaking uncontrollably.
It’s over.
Mama’s face with protruding cheekbones and flashing hatred in her eyes was just a dream.
And that dream isover.
I shift and pain explodes all over my body, but mostly my ass and sore pussy.
Memories from last night flash back in.
The ambushing, the spanking, and the fucking—a lot of fucking.
Pretty sure Jude kept at it for hours and probably only stopped when I kind of fell asleep in the shower.
He must’ve been the one who finished cleaning me up, dressed me in his shirt, and carried me to bed, because I don’t remember leaving the bathroom, let alone going to bed.
The man is a machine. It seemed as if he couldn’t get enough. As if he suffered from an acute thirst that couldn’t be quenched, and it turned me on for some reason.
The whole thing did—from the way he couldn’t stop andwas hard again so soon after he came, to how he wanted to fuck me in all positions possible while speaking dirty words in my ear and calling me a good girl.
Hisgood girl.
The girl he couldn’t get enough of.
No wonder I can barely walk. I even have to hold on to the nightstand for balance.
Damn.
