Page 46 of Sweet Touch of Venom
Men in black suits outside the mansion, posts on each side of the door with AK-47s. I bet there’s a plethora of them right now.The image of killing every last man or woman in that building does a different kind of squeeze to my caged heart.
“Does this excite you?” Ronan’s voice is still faint, like he’s talking directly into my ear.
I lick my lips that’s drying from the crisp air, turning to finally face him. His brow is perked and the light from the waning moon brightens his honey eyes.
It does excite me. I want to watch their blood spill from them while I stand over their withering body as they meet with the devil himself. I hope he’s a comical bastard.
“It does,” he coos, forbidding a sick smile on his mouth. “It’s okay.It excites me, too.” His eyes darken as the cloud in the sky covers the moon; one shade of his face is completely dark, giving him an ominous look.
I swallow from the sight of it because Goddammit, it’s sexy. His eyes drop to my lips, then slowly back up to my eyes. I don’t break the connection even though I should.I hate you.
“Soon their blood would be ours.” He moves his arm, the rocks scrapping from the movement. Then he reaches over to me, my throat nerves pinching together. What is he doing?
His shaded eyes don’t move from mine, but then he grabs my binoculars that I’ve dropped to the ground unknowingly.
Shit.
He stuffs the heavy material into my hands before grabbing his off the ground and peering back. I swallow again, shaking my head lightly and inhaling to put some more air into my brain.
Get a grip, Venom. Get. A. Damn. Grip.
“So, what’s the plan‘Headman,’” I joke with an eye roll.
He lets out a light chuckle, adjusting his elbows. “It won’t take too many to take out these fuckers.”
Switching the mode to the X-ray thermal level on the binoculars, I zoom into the house, that’s showing me multiple men with guns walking around the home.
“It has to be about twenty men in there. Unfortunately, we can’t just bust in there, guns blazing.” As much as I would love that.
He chuckles again, and it’s the deepest but soothing sound. Almost like something you’ll be okay with hearing on the radio in the morning.
“Indeed unfortunate, but we won’t. That’s not how I operate, and from the looks of it, it’ll take no more than four of us to infiltrate the building and scare them shitless.”
I put the binoculars down, finally sitting up because the rocks are not friendly. “Do you think Fred’s in there?” I brush my cargo pants from the debris.
“He doesn’t go anywhere without their crew. What I missed was the extremity of it. They’ve surprised me and I can see they are not just some mediocre group anymore. They do this all over the world. Kidnapping whoever and holding them for ransom.” He places the device on the ground. “They think they’re safe, but they have no fucking idea.” Ronan looks at me with seriousness and a deep sense of passion. “Carter’s death will be avenged. I’ll see to it. I promise.”
Hearing him just speak my brother’s name again gives me goosebumps on my skin, and it’snotfrom the air. It feels dirty working next to a man that you were meant to kill for years. The man you were conditioned to hate and murder, eventually.
Was my father wrong?
Now I feel differently. The way he dedicates his entire life to seeking revenge and building a whole organization only brings admiration from me, besides hatred.
He immediately stands up not bothering to dust off. I look up to see he’s outstretched his hand towards me, and I gaze at it for a second before sliding my hand into his large, warm one. How is that possible when it’s pretty damn chilly out here?
His hand tightens around mine, yanking me up. I lose my footing from the pull, and I fall into his hard chest. My palm land on it for stability. I won’t purposely glide my hand against his hoodie to map out the curves under it all.
He hums with a sly grin. “You’re so clumsy for someone so deadly.”
Heat rises to my neck as his breath fans along my bang, like when he pushed me against the wall, holding me in place. I don’t want to admit I liked it. Almost too much. I can’t admit it because if I do, then it’ll show he got the best of me, and I can’t let that affect the mission. The goal. The whole point of this.
“And you’re so careless for someone who’s a killer.” I raise my lips slightly, hooding my eyes, then diverting them down to his pants zipper and back up. He follows the trail of where I targeted and looks back at me, his nostrils flaring, but a dark smile creeping upon his lips.
Still, he grips me harder, eliciting a hiss past my teeth. “You touch me there again?…?it better be for something else,” he warns, his face so close to mine I can see the star-like shimmer coating his eyes from the direct comment. A spike of excitement burst between my legs, and it stuns the shit out of me.
“Want to find that out?” My eyes unwavering from his honey gold ones.
“I’d rather not. But if you insist on wanting to touch me there so badly, then I won’t stop you.”
