Page 66 of Beautiful Venom
I lean my back against the counter. Something must’ve hit me in the head since that initiation because I type:
Me:And how will you act on them?
Kane:Ask your sore cunt and bruised jaw. They know exactly how I react to disobedience.
Me:I forgot. Perhaps you didn’t make that much of an impression.
Kane:Or perhaps if I were to come there and touch you, I’d find you dripping wet at the thought of being used by me, Dahlia. You’re burning for it. I can see it in your eyes when you look at me.
He’s right,but he doesn’t need to know that.
Me:You’re not that special. Trust me, I’ve had better dick.
Kane:Nice try. These little games don’t work on me.
Me:No games. Just facts ;)
Kane:The only fact I know is that if I were to touch you, you’d melt in my arms. You’re a slut for my cock, wildflower.
Me:And you’re a simp for my pussy, but you don’t see me stating the obvious.
Kane:You’re just a hole I use. Nothing more.
My lips purseand I hate the slight thud behind my rib cage.
Me:No real holes were used during the making of this movie. At least, not in the past…couple of weeks. No wonder you’re not that special.
Kane:Dahlia.
Me:Yeah?
Kane:I told you not to tempt me.
Me:I’m just having a civil conversation.
Kane:You’re only civil when you’re silent. Which happens when you’re choking on my cock.
Me:You’re such a pervert.
Kane:I know. I spent the last couple of days imagining your cunt strangling my cock as you screamed and cried. I want to see your tears again.
My hand tremblesaround the phone. This…sick asshole.
Me:Hard pass. I don’t like pain.
Kane:Questionable. Anyway, come watch the game tomorrow. I’ll send you a ticket.
Me:Why would I go?
Kane:I thought you were my fan, no?
Me:Maybe I changed my mind.
Kane:It’s adorable to think you can.
Me:People change their minds all the time.
Kane:Be there.
