Page 137 of Sweet Venom

It was twisted. Maybe a little bit unhinged.

And it wassohot I made a mental note to steal it for a future book scene immediately.

Azariel took a slow step toward me, and he looked like a predator closing in on his prey. I was that— his willing prey.

“Does the mask turn you in, baby? Is it making your pussy wet?” His voice, muffled behind the mask, was dark, dripping with wild desire.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the way he moved, from the way he stalked toward me like he knew exactly what I needed.

Him.

Like this.

The twisted side.

“You’re crazy,” I whispered, breathless.

His eyes gleamed through the holes of the mask. “For you.”

My heart thudded. He was crazy for me.

Right back at you, baby.

I looked up and touched the white mask and got an idea. A dirty one. “Fuck me with it on?”

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “You want to watch me pound that pussy with the mask on?” He leaned in again, brushing the mask against my neck. “You’re filthy.”

I am. I don’t even deny it.

I like it filthy. I like it sweet. I like everything he gave me.

“You like it.” I teased.

“Fuck yes, I do.”

I gasped as he pulled me closer, his hands roaming over my body, pulling me into his twisted madness.

“Good. Because this is a fantasy of mine.”

“I know.” He said, then grabbed my ass and pushed close enough that I could feel erection.

I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.

“And how do you know that?”

“I’ve read every single spicy scene in your books, Poe. The fear kink and the mask are your most popular ones with me.”

He read my books… of course. That’s even hotter. I can’t with this man.

Before I could catch my breath, Azariel swooped me into his arms.

I gasped, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he carried me like I weighed nothing—like heownedme.

He said nothing. Just walked, slow and sure, down the dark hallway to his room, the tension between us pulsing like static.

Then he kicked the door open.

And threw me onto his bed.

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