Page 42 of Beautiful Venom
I don’t think with my dick.Ever. I don’t even use my dick to settle scores the way Preston does or to relieve aggression like Jude.
It’s only a weapon used to exert power. Nothing more.
And yet I say, “If you’re dying for another taste of my cock, all you have to do is drop to your knees.”
She jerks back, putting distance between us, but not before her spicy jasmine perfume fills my nostrils. Like a damn fucking poison.
I’ve been pricked by countless venomous snakes as part of my training, but none of them left a strong aftertaste like her scent.
She crosses her arms, the hoodie stretching against her breasts. “No, thanks. I’d rather not go through the ordeal of fucking you ever again.”
My index finger twitches, but I let my lips pull into a smile. “Do you often squirt when overcoming ordeals, Dahlia?”
Her lips push forward and a fire erupts in her eyes, darkening like a reckoning. It’s impressive that her feelings are written all over her face, but that’s normal. I suppose.
“I was faking it. You know, to pass the test.”
“You can fake an orgasm, yes, but you can’t fake a squirt or the way your cunt swallowed my cock, strangling and milking me. Admit it, you were disappointed I didn’t fill up your hole with my cum, weren’t you?”
The longer I speak, the redder her cheeks turn and the more I want to push her, see her reaction.
See how far I can edge her to the brink.
And this isn’t like me. Atall.
I couldn’t give two fucks about people’s emotions. If anything, I use them through those illogical, untrained, and destructive feelings.
“You…you…” She points a finger at me.
“Yes?”
“You’re a freaking machine.”
“Is that supposed to be an insult?”
A delicate frown appears between her brows. “Are you really a robot? Should we do a captcha verification?”
“A captcha what?”
“Oh my God. You are!”
Her voice.
It’s feminine, but not soft, and she doesn’t speak in the cooing, fake-as-fuck tone some of the girls use so I’ll fuck them.
She’s in your face. Or mine, to be more accurate.
Everything just spills out of her as if it’s a goddamn fountain.
And I’m starting to despise how freely she can act—the first thing I noticed about her is becoming a vexation.
“Go back to school and stop following me. It’s giving desperate.”
I turn around, about to resume my run, but, of course, the fucking nuisance who’s been shredding my peace jumps in front of me.
“Wait!”
“Change your mind? I’ll let you suck my dick after the next game if I’m in the mood.”
