Page 104 of Beautiful Venom
Like she hadeveryright to.
That’s when any semblance of rationality scattered into thin air. I lost my decade and a half of discipline in a fraction of a second.
And just like that, I succumbed to my instinctive primal side.
My lips twitch as if I can still taste her on my tongue.
It’s fucking irritating how a tiny woman with dubious intentions has the power to chip away at my barriers and erode my walls by just existing.
No. Not irritating.
Dangerous.
And the worst part?
After that encounter, she ghosted me.
Well, not quite, but ever since I gave her my jacket to cover up and led her out of the Armstrong mansion, then drove her to the dorms, she’s been ignoring me.
Her texts have been dry at best, and she always comes up with a way to avoid me.
The following day, I saw her limping her way to class and I, being agentleman, checked on her.
Me
You’re limping.
Okay, it wasn’t entirely checking, but she got the gist. Or not. Because her reply was not what I was expecting. Not that I knew what I was expecting.
Dahlia
Thanks for the observation, Sherlock.
You hurt yourself?
You hurt me, prick. I can barely walk.
It was that good, huh?
It was THAT bad.
You came three times, wildflower. I don’t think it was THAT bad. Besides, you didn’t use your safe word.
She left me on Read.
Normally, I wouldn’t give a fuck, but I narrowed my eyes and left it alone. The following day, I started anew.
Is the limping gone?
What if it’s not? You’ll kiss it better?
I can try. Come to my place tonight.
No, thanks. I’m not in the mood to die.
I won’t fuck you. Don’t worry.
Yeah, no. I’m not falling for that.
