Page 116 of Beautiful Venom
Iwait in the shadows.
I’musedto the shadows.
The shadows have been my friends since the systematic destruction of my childhood.
It’s what made me who I am.
That’s probably also the reason I have deviant tastes and a thirst for sexual violence.
Which is why I’ve kept it under wraps.
Being celibate for months on end was easier than indulging in mind-numbing, soul-crushing vanilla fucking.
Trying to restrain myself was a painstaking task I preferred not to undergo. What the girls meant by ‘harder’ misaligned with my understanding of the word.
They meant deeper in a way that heightened their pleasure but didn’t hurt them.
While for me, my flavor of sexual deviance was complete fucking control with a touch of pain.
A dash of sadism.
A sprinkle of tears.
It truly turns me on to see the woman I’m fucking enjoying the pain as much as the pleasure.
Dahlia is the only girl who takes my raw, depraved sexual dominance. And the best part? She gets off on it.
She comes harder when the pain and pleasure blend together until she can’t breathe.
The only hiccup is that she’s also terrified of it. I saw it in her eyes earlier today when I invited her over.
There was fear.
But there was also a tinge of anticipation—I’m counting on that part to bring her to my door.
The room is draped in thick, still silence as I lean against the wall. The town’s lowlights slice through the darkness in jagged lines, catching the edge of the glass but never reaching me.
My pulse is steady, but underneath it, there’s something darker, coiled tight, ready to snap. My index finger twitches and I force it back to stillness.
I’ve never been eager.
Never coveted something enough to break my rules for it.
I’ve even erased any semblance of emotion.
And yet I can’t control the flexing of my muscles or the blood rushing to my groin.
I’m hard just thinking about what I’ll do to her.
How I’ll trap her.
Consumeher.
Leave her no way out.
Deep inside, I know I shouldn’t get involved any further with Dahlia Thorne, but fuck if my dick can understand logic. He’s been restrained for months on end, and now that I’ve stumbled onto his favorite flavor, there’s no stopping him.
The door clicks open.
