Page 160 of Craving Venom
Frank looks up, and his grin widens. He doesn’t stop. He thrusts harder, slamming his hips into Mark with loud, brutal smacks. My knuckles slam against the bars so hard they split open. Blood leaks down my wrist, but I don’t fucking care.
“Frank!” My throat tears on the name. “Get the fuck off him!”
“Yeah?” Frank drawls, without even looking back. “You jealous, Zane? Wanna trade places?”
I throw myself against the bars again. They screech but they won’t fucking budge. My muscles burn as I try anyway, screaming at them.
“Get off him!”
Frank doesn’t even glance my way. He’s too busy pounding into Mark. His hips snap forward hard enough to make the bed creak with every brutal thrust.
I slam my boot against the bars. “Frank, I swear on everything I have left, I will rip your cock off with my bare fucking hands!”
Frank laughs as he digs his nails into Mark’s hips. Blood leaks around his fingertips. “Didn’t know you liked damaged pussy too.”
He grabs Mark’s hair, yanks his head back until the nylon goes taut and Mark winces.
“Maybe I’ll pull this tooth out and keep it.” He twists Mark’s head cruelly, licking his lips. “Make it a trophy. Right next to his tight little ass.”
My hands won’t stop shaking. I ram my shoulder into the door. Again. Again. Bone jars with each hit. “You motherfucker!You touch him again, and I’ll bury your fucking tongue inside your stomach!”
The goon with his cock shoved down Mark’s throat lets out a low whistle. “Shit. He’s got the fire.”
Frank chuckles, pulls out slow, just to slam back in harder. Mark’s body shudders. His knees scrape against the floor. There’s no sound from him.
The laugh from his sidekick cuts into my spine. “Bet his hole’s ruined now. Ain’t no fixing that pussy.”
My scream could wake the dead. “You’re fucking dead, Frank! You hear me? DEAD! I’ll bite your fucking throat out!”
I throw myself at the bars until I fall back, panting on the floor. Frank moans, rolling his hips. “Mmm, fuck—tight even now. I might finish inside just to mark him proper.”
Mark twitches. A reflex. Or maybe not.
Frank sees it too. “Oh, there you are. Thought I lost you.” He presses his cheek against Mark’s. “Say hi to your boyfriend. Bet he’s crying for you.”
I push myself up, using the wall. My legs barely hold. “When that door opens, you’re fucking dead.”
Frank grins over his shoulder. “Nah, you won’t touch me.” He smacks Mark’s ass so hard I hear skin split. “Cause when I’m done, he’ll come crawling back for more.”
Mark flinches. Just barely.
That tiny fucking flinch breaks me.
I throw myself into the bars again. “I’ll fucking eat your heart while it’s still beating. You hear me?!”
The one on the bed moans, working his hand faster over his dick. “Oh fuck, that’s hot. I might blow just hearing his dirty talk.”
Mark’s body collapses forward, too weak to hold itself up. The nylon cuts deeper into his gums. Blood drips onto the floor. He’s not even flinching anymore.
Frank lets out a feral groan and rams in deep one last time. His hips jerk as he empties inside him, teeth bared like a wolf.
The sound of boots slamming against the concrete cuts through the cell as the guards storm in with tasers drawn and batons raised. One of them shouts something, but I don’t hear a single fucking word.
The second the guards throw the door open, the air ignites.
Frank’s cronies scramble as the one with his cock in Mark’s mouth shoves him aside like garbage and stumbles back, still half-hard and dripping. The other one kicks off the bunk with his pants around his knees, already shouting that it wasn’t his idea.
Mark crumples onto the floor. His legs fold under him like broken twigs. Blood stains the inside of his thighs. He doesn’t lift his head.
