Page 150 of Sweet Venom
Because maybe I can’t get enough either.
“You’re milking my cock, sweetheart,” he growls against my mouth as warm liquid fills my insides, drips down my thighs, and makes a complete mess.
“Take my cum.” He grunts, his lips touching mine. “Mmm. Such a good girl.”
My pussy throbs and I’m close to coming again just from his praise.
Who would’ve thought I’d be so feral for praise from Jude, of all people?
I’m dizzy, and my hands grow lax on the handlebars. I don’t think about how I just had one of the best sexual encounters of my life in a public place or that anyone could’ve seen us.
Jude wipes me with a tissue and puts me together again, smoothing my clothes, wiping my face, and even taming my hair into submission like he always does after sex.
I sway in his arms, still in awe of how a massive grumpy man like him can be so gentle after sex. I thought men didn’t care once they blew their load, but apparently, they do. OrJude does, at least, because he’s never walked away from me after he’s done.
Never.
As I stare into his dark eyes, my lips part. It’s like I’m being sucked into an orbit I can’t escape.
Because I believe what I thought when he was fucking my brains out is true.
The reason I enjoy sex with Jude so much isn’t only because of the little fantasies or that he truly knows how to fuck me.
It’s because my feelings for him are entirely different from the feelings I’ve had for any other man.
I think I’m falling for mystalker.
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JUDE
“If you hurt Vi, I’m going to fight you.”
I raise a brow at Dahlia. Her hand shakes a bit as she hikes it on her hip, but she still doesn’t break eye contact.
She has balls—I’ll give her that. She wouldn’t have caught Kane’s attention if she didn’t.
But she’ll accidentally get herself killed if she doesn’t watch it. The only reason I never officially put her on my shit list is because Violet considers this girl her only family.
“Am I supposed to be scared now?” I ask.
“Yeah, because?—”
“She has me.” Kane wraps an arm around her shoulders, pressing her to his side.
She grins, lifting her chin. “Yeah, him. He can definitely fight on my behalf.”
“What is this? The Middle Ages?” I hold his gaze. “Besides, you have way too much trust in someone who wouldn’t beat me in a lifetime.”
“Want to bet?” Kane squares his shoulders, preening like a fucking peacock in front of his girlfriend.
It’s foolishly working, because Dahlia won’t stop smiling, seeming completely taken with his ‘protective ways.’
Honestly, Dahlia isn’tthatbad—she’s loyal andprotective, and she was the one who fought for Violet when I wasn’t around.
My gaze strays to Violet, who’s putting the dishes on the table in her apartment with Preston’s help. Or more like—he’s eating from all the plates like a fucking rat, but Violet isn’t angry or disapproving, for that matter. If anything, she just smiles at him and shakes her head.
I don’t think she even smiles atmethat freely. And if she does, it’s few and far between.
