Page 110 of Beautiful Venom
“You’re scared, aren’t you?” I murmur in hot words against her skin.
“I’m not scared.” She pushes my chest.
“You’re trembling, frightened that you love it so much. You’re appalled that if I hunt and chase and fuck you so brutally, you’ll fall apart all over again. Admit it, wildflower, your inner animal was made for mine.”
“You made me do it. I’m not as sick as you.”
“Then say ‘red’.”
She purses her lips.
I let my mouth curve in a smile. “You didn’t even think about that word, did you? You were enjoying it too much to consider stopping it. Bet you touched your tight little cunt to the memory.”
“Shut up.”
“As you wish.”
I lean closer, my attention on her mouth. Her fractured breathing skims over my skin.
I don’t even like kissing, but ever since she kissed me, I’ve been fantasizing about biting her lips, sinking my teeth into them and devouring her through them.
“Get a room and stop disturbing the patients,” Jude grunts, walking in with an ugly expression.
Dahlia stumbles back, her face paling and all traces of heat disappearing from her delicate features.
Fucking Jude will get his ass kicked in practice today.
We watch as he places a basket of fruit on his guard’s side table.
Dahlia stands upright, moving slowly to the other bed as if she can protect the patient. “You really know Mario?”
“What’s it to you?” He faces her fully and we exchange a look. “Besides, shouldn’t you be gone around this time so I can visit in peace?”
Dahlia frowns but says nothing.
I stand and offer her my hand. “Let me take you to get breakfast.”
She ignores me and kisses her sister on the forehead. “See you tonight, Vi.”
When she straightens, she glances at my hand and pauses, then takes it like a very good girl.
Not my hand, though.
Dahlia wraps both her palms around my wrist and pushes the sleeve of my pullover up, revealing the purple marks from the chain. Her eyes widen and I curse internally.
I was so hasty to come here, I forgot to wrap bandages around them.
“What happened?” Her voice is soft, but the alarmed look on her face stabs me worse than her words.
I don’t like pity in general, but I especially loathe it from Dahlia.
“Nothing you need to worry about.” I subtly tug my hand free and pull down the sleeve.
She opens her mouth to say something, but I cut her off, “Let’s get out of here.”
I catch a glimpse of Jude, who shakes his head.
Dahlia doesn’t resist as I guide her out of the room.
