Page 104 of Craving Venom
I groan, covering my face with both hands. “I hate you.”
She steps into the room, and Iswear to Godif she sits down—
She fucking sitsdown.
I let out a strangled noise, yanking the covers up higher. “Why are you still here?”
“Because I was going to ask if you wanted food, but now I feel like I need to askwhohas you so fucked up that you’re touching yourself like a desperate virgin in the middle of the night.”
I die on the spot.
“Jesus Christ.” I press the heels of my palms into my eyes. “Please go.”
“Oh, so that’s why you’ve been locked away all week. Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?”
“Tria.”
“Who is it?”
“No one.”
“Bullshit.”
I grit my teeth, my entire body still pulsing with leftover arousal. “It’sno one.”
Tria narrows her eyes. “I bet it’s someone bad.”
I flinch, and that is what does me in.
Her eyes widen. “Holy shit.” She gasps, hand flying to her chest. “Is it some fucked-up ex? Oh my God, is it Trevor? Did you finally let loose and—”
I groan and throw a pillow at her, but she dodges it with a laugh.
“I hate you.” I flop back onto the bed, my body still aching in a way that makes me want to scream.
“If you don’t tell me, I will go ask Trevor,” she threatens.
“It is so not Trevor.”
Her brows lift. “So, it is someone.”
I lift my head just enough to glare at her. “It’s complicated.”
Tria’s grin stretches wider. “Classic love-to-hate.”
I scoff. “More like tolerate-to-despise.”
She lets out a dramatic sigh. “God, you’re so boring. Keep the nudes to yourself, though. That sextortion shit is real.”
I snort, rolling onto my back. “Trust me, there are no nudes happening here.”
She doesn’t quite believe me but doesn’t press. Which is good because I refuse to admit that I was literally just watching Zane jerk off in prison.
Speaking of.
I reach for my phone, still facedown on the bed, my fingers hovering for a second before I flip it over. Zane’s message stares back at me.
I don’t know why I do it, but my body is still a wreck, and the memory of his voice is still thick in my mind. I type out a response before I can talk myself out of it.
