Page 154 of Beautiful Venom
Jesus.
This man is a beast. It’s been some time, so it hurts, but it’s a good pain.
The pain I’ve been missing.
Kane doesn’t move for a few seconds, his cock throbbing inside me as I get accustomed to the size.
Both his arms slam on either side of my face as his molten gaze sinks into mine, a dark glint growing in his light eyes.
“What else did you want to accomplish tonight, Dahlia?”
“Prove you can’t let me go.” I scratch at his neck and grin. “I was right.”
He retreats and then thrusts back in. I scream, my back arching against the metal.
Oh fuck. I almost forgot how brutal he can get. And how much I love it.
A grin paints my lips. “You’re crazy.”
“Because of you.” He drives into me again, his rhythm picking up.
“I’m crazy too, you know.” I bite the lobe of his ear and whisper, “If I see another woman’s claws on you again, I’ll invite you to watch my next orgy.”
He grabs my hair and shoves me back so that he’s staring down at me. “You need to stop bringing up other men when you’re being railed by my cock.”
“Does that mean I can bring them up at another time—” I moan when he thrusts against that pleasure spot, my lips forming in anO.
“What was that?” His mouth pulls in an evil grin.
Why is this man so damn hot?
“I said I can bring them—oh fuck!” He rams into me in quick succession, so I have no choice but to cling to him, my words turning into intelligible moans.
He fucks me deep and hard, just the way I like it.
He fucks me like he hates me.
But he doesn’t. Not in the least.
He lets me hold on to him and hugs my back.
“You need to shut that fucking mouth, Dahlia. This cunt is mine.Youare fucking mine.” He slaps my ass cheek. “Do you understand?”
Tears gush from my eyes, but they’re pleasure tears. The tears only this man can provoke.
My nails dig into his neck, and I bite on the lobe of his ear, then moan. “I’m not sure I do.”
“Watch it.” He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip and pulls. “You’re provoking me.”
“Is it working?” I moan as he hits that spot again.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He pushes me into the car and lifts my legs up so that they’re resting on his shoulders.
The new angle gives him deeper access and Kane uses it to his advantage. He thrusts into me harder, faster, the car rocking beneath our weight.
“Want me to ruin you, Dahlia? Want me to fucking claim you so if anyone comes out and sees us, they know who the fuck you belong to?”
My ears ring and I’m barely listening as the wave grows near.
