Page 117 of Tempted By Poison
I moan as I lick off the warm, wet, metallic taste of him, every cell in me sparking with delight. His fingers grip tighter in my scalp as if he can feel it, too. I swipe over around his tongue, licking it clean like some addict needing a drug.
He is my drug.
Becoming crazed, I brush up against his chest to kiss him savagely and taste more of whatshouldmake me vomit. But Ronan yanks my head back, and I suck in a tight breath through my teeth, the pull intense and popping the stands.
“You love to pull my hair.”
“It's enough of it for me to enjoy.” He squeezes his fist and that pain shoots right to my aching cunt. I moan and bite down on my lip. The pain is so good.
He’s looking at me with a sly smirk on his face, and his other free hand wraps around mine, holding his dagger.
“Do you still hate blood?”
“Yes.”
His brow lifts in question.
I swipe over my lips. “Just not yours.”
A smirk stretches his lips, and I do the same, goosebumps lifting and firming down my arms. Something chaotic and twisted hovers over us, driving deep into my corrupted soul and reveling in the insane pleasure of what's unfolding right here.
“Then go on and do it.”
I'm confused for a second until I glanced at our joined hands and saw exactly where the sharp blade was pointing.
At his chest.
Ronan
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Anita’s eyes are wide, almost horrified at my request.
“Go ahead. Give in, little snake.” I groan deeply against her ear. I can feel her body warming against mine, the shiver cascading up her spine as I demand her to slide over to the darker side of the shadows.
Anita shakes her head. “No, I don't want to hurt you.”
That actually makes me upset, and my face turns serious. “Do it.”
I let her go, leaving the dagger in her hand for her to use on me. She's hesitant, but I can see the spark behind those shaded eyes, the desire to give in to the poisonous temptation and make. Me. Hers. Forever.
I undo my tie, unbutton my tux jacket, and fling it off. She watches the act, fixated on me. Next is my shirt, and I pop the buttons, not bothering to unbutton them.
As if she hadn't seen my body before, her eyes brighten, and her lips part. I know it's not from disgust because for some strange reason she found the beauty in the ugliest parts of me.
That only makes me so damn hard that I undo my belt and unzip my pants to free my cock, and when I do, a drop of clear liquid beads at the tip.
Her lids spread with lust, and her breathing becomes erratic. I smirk at her and swipe the liquid, rubbing it over my dick. With a few steps, she's in front of me, and she begins to lower with her eyes leading the way.
I’m fast, and I catch her by the hair again, bringing her back up. “Ah. Ah. Ah.”
She glowers at me. That only edges me on more. “Be a bad girl and do what I say.” I take her hand with the knife in it.
Her nostrils flare, and it's so sexy that she wants to suck my dick this bad, but she can't have it.
I tilt my head, allowing the sinful behavior to take hold of me. And to make its way into her. I know it’s what she needs, even when she denies it. It fucked, cruel, and unusually fascinating.
She has it in her, like me. I knew it the moment she let me watch her stab that fucker in the chest over and over until he was a bludgeoned mess.
