Page 150 of Beautiful Venom
I think I see Preston dragging a laughing Marcus into the shadows while still having him in a chokehold, but the scene disappears as Kane walks out of the club.
Icy air envelops me and goosebumps erupt on my skin, mingling with the bubbling anger coursing through me. I ball my hands into fists and bang on his muscled back, his waist—anywhere I can reach.
“Put me down?—”
My words end in a gasp when he smacks my ass. Hard. So hard, my pussy throbs.
So hard, I’m scared that if I brush against him one more time, I might embarrass myself.
Apparently, my body didn’t catch the memo that we’re closed for business.
I punch his back again, needing to escape this humiliation. “I said put me down!”
Smack.
I jolt against his shoulder and my nipples harden against his back due to something entirely different from the cold.
“Run your mouth again and I’ll fuck you here and now, Dahlia.”
“Let me go, you fucking asshole!”
My world tilts off its axis as he maneuvers and slams me against the hood of a car.
His car.
“If you wanted to be fucked, all you had to do was beg for it.”
My back is glued to the cool metal, my hands pressed at my sides, and I’m spread-eagled, my dress riding up to expose the lace thong Megan said I needed with this type of dress.
The parking lot’s lights flicker, forming shadows on Kane’s stoic face. His chest that’s usually so calm and controlled is now rising and falling in an unprecedented rhythm.
The more his darkened gaze sweeps over me, the harder it is to breathe.
He leans down, blocking the horizon, and thrusts his knee between my parted legs. A tremor ripples through me as his hand skims over my skin before he grabs the dress’s fallen strap and twists it between his lean fingers.
“You had the fucking audacity to come to my territory, wearing the dress I fucking bought you, while wrapped all over another man.”
There’s a deceptive calm to his words, but his voice is rough, unrefined, edged with a barely contained fury. He’s also cursing, so he’s not as much in control as he pretends to be.
I support myself on my elbows and lift my chin, acting like his presence is meaningless and not—in fact—messing with my head. “Why would you care? We’re done, aren’t we? I’mnothing, aren’t I?”
“Youarenothing. You’re so below nothing, you don’t even exist on the map.”
Rage ignites deep in my belly, but I force a smile. “And yet here you are. Acting unlike yourself for anothing.”
His shoulders bunch tightly, coiled with tension, and his authoritative tone wraps around every word. “I’m only warning you that while you’re working for the team, you can’t flaunt yourself around with our rival.”
“What I do on my own time is none of your business. Whether I flaunt myself with your rival or let him fuck me or ride his cock all night isn’t something you should worry about.” I push at his chest. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date to finish with Marcus.”
One minute, I’m sitting, the next, Kane’s hand wraps around my throat and he shoves me back against the car, his grip not choking, but tight enough to render me motionless.
A breeze sweeps through his hair as he hovers over me like a monster, and his words come out clipped. “You seem to have been deluded into thinking you can allow another cock to claim you, Dahlia. The thing is, you don’t have that liberty. You can’t belong to anyone else when you’re fucking mine.”
He lowers his head, his lips hovering over my mouth, so close, I can taste the violent passion. So close, his hot breaths mingle with mine.
And for a moment, I want to give in. To let him consume me again.
Own me.
