Page 153 of Beautiful Venom
The one episode in his past that he can’t stop thinking about.
“Fuck!” he roars louder, but this time, he clutches my jaw again. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re asking for, Dahlia.”
“I don’t care.”
“You’ll regret this.”
“I won’t.”
“If this happens, you can never back off.”
“That’s okay.” I stroke his face, mirroring his ruthlessness with my gentle touch. “Kiss m?—”
The last word isn’t even out of my mouth before he slams his lips to mine, kissing me with so much fervor, my head spins.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t touched him for a long time, but everything is electrifying. The brush of his lips against mine, the pads of his fingers tilting my jaw back so he can deepen the kiss, his hand fisting in my hair, his jeans brushing against my thighs.
Everything.
This kiss is claiming but also surrendering.
Hewantsme. So much so, he can’t hold back.
I’d like to think he needs me enough that he doesn’t want to let go.
And I need him, too. He’s the only man I’ve ever craved with every fiber of my being.
My hand slides over his lean waist, his back, touching, stroking. I’ve been so deprived of him, I’ve experienced withdrawal symptoms.
This kiss is my long-awaited hit.
Still kissing me, he releases my jaw and I pause, thinking he’ll push my hands away as usual, but he reaches between us and the sound of a buckle echoes in the air.
“Kane…” I whisper, half excited, half horrified. “We’re in a public place.”
“You should’ve thought about that before you provoked me. All bets are off, wildflower.”
I moan as he rubs his hard cock against my panties, over my clit. Pleasure pools at the base of my belly as he repeats the motion agonizingly slowly.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He slides the flimsy fabric aside and glides the length of his cock against my slit. “You’ve been dying for my cock, huh?”
“Oh God.” I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Or is this because you planned to fuck Osborn, hmm?” He aligns the crown with my opening.
I clench, so ready to suck him inside me, but he only thrusts the tip in slow, shallow movements.
“Kane…” I groan in frustration.
“Tell me, Dahlia. Did you doll up and turn into a fucking goddess for Osborn tonight?”
“It was for you, asshole.” I wiggle against the car.
“For me, huh?”
“Yeah.” I pant as if I’ve just finished a marathon. “I knew you’d be jealous.”
“Hmm, so it was to make me jealous?” He thrusts his entire massive cock in one go.
