Page 101 of Craving Venom

Out of all the arguments I could’ve thrown at him, all the ways I could’ve torn him apart, that is what comes out.

His grin widens. “That’s all you are, good girl. You broke a couple of rules, let someone else take the wheel for once, and now your brain doesn’t know what the fuck to do with it.” He lifts a brow. “You liked it, but you’re not allowed to like it, are you?”

I open my mouth to speak, to deny whatever the fuck he thinks he knows about me, but Zane’s entire demeanor shifts.

“I told you to find a boyfriend. I told you I was going to push your limits. You knew exactly what you were walking into. Maybe you didn’t know how far I’d go, but you wanted me to push you.”

“No.”

“Yes,” he says firmly. “In your head you might want the kind of sex that feels safe. The kind where the guy strokes your cheek, calls you beautiful, tells you how much he loves you before he pushes inside slowly. The kind where he holds you gently, moves so fucking carefully, like you’ll break if he’s too rough. Where he stops every few seconds to make sure you’re okay. Where he doesn’t grab your hips too hard, doesn’t pull your hair, doesn’t make you take it deeper than you think you can. And that’s cute.”

His next words make my skin prickle.

“But that’s not how Ifuck,” he continues. “And next time when I see you, which I will, you can expect that I’m going to leave you drooling, gasping for air and sore.”

“You will not,” I say crossing my arms.

“I will fuck you like an animal,” he whispers. “I want to hear sounds torn from your throat that no human makes.”

I hate how my stomach flips, how my breath hitches a little.

I rip my gaze away from him, turning my head to hide the heat crawling up my neck. “You’re disgusting.”

“Say that to my face.”

Out of all the things he’s made me do, out of all the ways he’s controlled me, this one thing… I want to do willingly.

I force my head up, meeting his gaze. “You’re disgu—”

The words die in my throat as my eyes drop and that’s when I see his hand beneath the table, moving up and down. I can’t see much, but I can see the lazy rhythm of his arm, the subtle flex of his fingers.

“Are you seriously doing...thatright now?”

“I told you,” he murmurs. “You make me hard.”

I snap my head up, trying to look at the door behind him. My entire body is suddenly aware of where he is, who could walk in, what could happen if someone sees.

“Eyes on me.”

I try to focus, but I can’t. Fear pins me still, and beneath it lies something colder.

“Eyes on me, Faith.”

This time, I listen. I look at him, and fuck, I shouldn’t have.

Zane looks wrecked but not in a bad way. In a way that says he’s still riding the high of last time, still starving, still hungry. His hair is a little messier than usual, strands falling over his forehead.

Because suddenly, I want to materialize in that room, slide to my knees between his legs, and feel him in my palm. I want togrip the base of his cock, feel the weight of it, drag my tongue over the leaking head—

What the fuck is wrong with me?

The idea makes me recoil, and my thighs clench so tightly together it almost hurts

“You want to see how hard I am for you?”

I choke on nothing. “Shut the fuck up.”

His laugh is low, dark. “I bet your pussy’s aching for me right now, isn’t it?”

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