Page 234 of Beautiful Venom

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Page 234 of Beautiful Venom

This is why Dahlia is the only one for me.

She’s able to embrace both my tame and unhinged sides. She’s always along for the ride. Evendemandingthe ride when I think she could use some rest.

This woman was fucking made for me.

I don’t care if we’re worlds apart. If we weren’t born in the same world or taught the same manners.

She’s mine.

Always.

I step forward, breaking free from the shadows.

Dahlia freezes at the soft crunch beneath my boot, but she doesn’t turn around.

No.

She knows better than that.

A low squeal escapes her as she runs, leaving her footsteps in the snow, deep and uncontrolled.

“I swear to God, Kane!” she screams as she darts between the trees. “It’s freezing.”

“And yet you’re still running.” I’m barely jogging behind her, letting her take the lead.

“All right, all right. I’m as crazy as you, but let’s at least go inside.”

I grab her by the waist, fully lifting her off the ground, and she yelps, then kicks her feet.

My prey knows how to fight me.

She kicks and screams.

She even bites me.

Not only is my Dahlia a fighter, but she also knows exactly how to turn me on. Rubbing her ass all over my cock and sliding her hands along my arms, my thighs.

Anywhere she can reach.

I carry her to the enclosed glass house overlooking the garden.

Warmth instantly hits us and dozens of dim lanterns automatically shine, bathing the large bed in a soft light.

Dahlia freezes for a second and I throw her on the bed and toss away my jacket, then my T-shirt. She watches me with hooded eyes as she gets rid of her coat, revealing a little white knitted dress that complements her tanned skin tone.

When I kick my boots off, she does the same, and then I’m removing her dress while she’s unbuttoning my jeans.

“Don’t touch me,” she murmurs as she frees my cock and slides it in her mouth, her deep eyes, now the color of a forest, boring into mine.

She releases me with a pop, and I think I’ll fucking come here and now.

I pull her to me using her bra. “What did you just say?”

“Don’t touch me, asshole.”

The bra rips and I pinch both of her nipples. A moan spills from her lungs and I push her back, slapping her bare pussy.

“Is that why you came ready to be fucked? Your cunt is soaking wet, so I think it wants me to touch you.”