Page 155 of Beautiful Venom
“That’s it.” He circles my clit. “Come for me.”
I do.
Deeply.
Fiercely.
Uncontrollably.
Kane claims my bruised lips, eating up my scream.
I roll my hips, riding the wave, kissing him back, getting so lost, I forget where we are.
As his movements turn more frantic, more urgent, I grab his face with both hands and pull away. A trail of saliva connects us as I whisper, “Come with me, please.”
“Mine,” he growls, his mouth devouring mine, and then I feel it.
The warmth.
The deep warmth that fills my insides.
He comes for a long time, his cum filling me up and gushing out, on the car, the dress—everywhere.
“Such a fucking mess,” he grunts against my lips.
“Your mess.” I kiss the tip of his nose, feeling so damn light and happy.
I thought happiness was snuggling up with Vi at the end of a long day and watching a true crime documentary or trash TV while eating popcorn.
Happiness used to be having a roof over our heads and sorting out the month’s bills.
Happiness was a scholarship, a small door of opportunity, or a stranger handing us their used clothes.
But right now, as Kane mutters a curse and carries me in his arms, I realize there’s a different type.
Happiness I didn’t know I needed.
Happiness that scares the living hell out of me, but I still want it anyway.
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KANE
Imade a miscalculation.
To be blunt, I fucked up. Big time.
I sit on the edge of the bed, where Dahlia sleeps soundly, her face relaxed and peaceful, except for the mascara smears around her eyes.
Soft mumbles leave her parted mouth, and I can’t resist stroking her lips, her jaw, and her cheek. No matter how much I touch her, it barely scratches the surface of my deviant fixation.
I could swallow her the fuck up and it’d still be a far cry from enough.
Dahlia leans into my touch, stroking her cheek against my palm as a moan leaves her lips and lodges itself deep in my chest.
Something is wrong with the fucker—my chest—because it’smoving. I probably need to consult with my doctor and have him check what the fuck is wrong with my head while he’s at it.
Because I truly and undeniably fucked the hell up.
