Page 81 of Sweet Touch of Venom
“You have beautiful lips,” he says faintly, narrowing in further, his breath shaky.
Then he wraps his hand around my throat. My toes tingle in delight. There are parts of me that love when he wraps his fingers around my neck, like in one move he can press harder, choking me until I come.
“I can feel your pulse. Are you nervous, little snake?” He lowers his head, coming closer to my lips, hovering. The heat from his delicious mouth suffocating me worse than the hold on my neck.
“Just get it over with.”
He grins again, snatching another strand and twisting it in his fingers. “Don’t pretend, Anita. You know you want this just as bad as I do.”
I swallow the bulge. “I don’t.” My chest raises higher, gathering a little air in hopes of not sucking in his air too.
“Stop with your lies. It’s beneath you.”
I look down away from his burning gaze, biting down on my jaw.
“I see the way you look at me,” he says coolly, gathering more hair to wrap and twist in his finger. I continue to eye the ground, not daring to see him. “You look at me with so much hate anddisgust. Hating that, you imagine what it would feel like to kiss me. To fuck me.” My breath catches. “Tell me,” he whispers. “Does it make you sick to your stomach, hating that you want me.”
“Enough,” I grit, finally raising my eyes back to him. “Are we doing this or not?” The grip on my neck twitching like he wants to squeeze the living shit out of it. I’m not as confident as I seem. My fingers tremble against the wall, the sweat making it slip on the paint.
He straightens himself, not letting go of his grasp. His eyes darken, zooming into my lips once more. My heart is beating so hard it physically hurts. I’m afraid it may break free and run for the hills. It’s so harsh, my cheeks and jaw tighten.
I glance at the slice on his cheek, next to the one that’s already there. The red liquid slowly trickles down; that’s when a murky dimness covers his eyes, a sinister smile coming to his lips. He releases my neck, bringing the pad of his thumb to the flesh. He wipes and glances at it. Then slowly back at me. My pulse rises, waiting for something. Anything.
“Not many get to do this. No one draws blood from me.” He brings his thumb to my peripheral.
“There’s a first time for everything.”
His grin slowly falls, heat in his eyes, the threat in his stare. “Then you’ll be the first to taste it.”
Before I can react, his thumb is pushing on my lower lip, smearing his crimson on the wet brim. I gasp harshly, widening my eyes. I could’ve gagged and spit it in his face. But I don’t; my clit throbs between my thighs. My body reacts differently to the disgusting act. I’m aroused by something I shouldn’t like. His lips part slightly, his tongue at the tip of his teeth, as he sticks his thumb between my molars, touching my tongue and wiping it all around it. His honey eyes are heavy and hazy with lust, conducting his own sick act.
The salty, metallic taste of it overpowers my palette. I am beginning to understand the only reason I would allow this, to get an odd pleasure from the taste of his blood, is because…
It’shis.
Chapter 33
Venom
Location:
Still here, unfortunately.
Operation: This was a trap.
Ronan’s blood has settled on my taste buds, sparking this twisted spark of desire between my thighs, showing how sick I truly am.
“Suck it,” he croaks through a low pants.
Alarm bells ring in my head as my body heats from what he’s asking me to do. My brow deepen.
He glares down at me, spreading his long fingers that are back around my neck and giving it a tighter squeeze. “I said. Suck. It.”
My breath comes out choppy, and I can just bite his thumb off and spit it back in his face, but instead my tongue sticks out further, tasting more of his salt and I suck. He watches with pure intensity, the fire streaming off us of both as I tilt my head and swirl my tongue, flicking over where the blood dripped off his finger. Then I close my lips, applying a little more pressure,bobbing my head only slightly. And it all only increases the pressure between my thighs.
He releases a low groan mixed with a growl, becoming greedier and stuffing his thumb deeper. “That’s it, little snake. Suck it all. Then I want you to swallow.”
His stupid praise sends a shock wave to my pussy, and I yank my head away, appalled by myself. I still don’t hock up the spit. He makes sure of it by grabbing my chin and twisting me back to see his heavy gaze.
