Page 103 of Craving Venom

keeping himself together. And that little vein below his eye pulses, making him look even more dangerous.

“If you look away again,” he warns, “I will punish you.”

I swallow, dragging my eyes back to his.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and a splintering crack echoes through the speakers.

The sound makes me jump.

For a second, I think it’s my shitty WiFi, until I see his free hand gripping the edge of the metal table so hard he’s actually fractured the surface.

“Fuck.” His head falls back slightly as his strokes turn frantic, desperate.

A low, deep groan rumbles from his throat, and he comes.

His chest heaves, his fingers quake, and I can see his body jerking beneath the table. If I look at him for one more minute, I’ll come just by watching. I slam the laptop shut so fast I nearly knock it off the desk.

My lungs work overtime as heat pulses under my skin.

And the worst part?

I have never been this wet in my fucking life.

I stand too fast and start walking, but I barely make it to my bed before I collapse onto the mattress. I should take a cold shower and bury myself under the covers, so I can pretend none of this happened, but the ache between my legs is unbearable.

I hesitate for a quick moment, but then my hand slips between my legs.

I don’t pull my panties down. Just the slightest press of my fingers against the soaked fabric sends a sharp pulse straight to my core.

I should not be doing this.

But I need to.

A slow, teasing stroke up my pussy makes my breath hitch, and I press harder, rubbing slow, controlled circles over my engorged clit through the fabric as my entire body shudders in response. At the same time, my other hand glides up my stomach, pushing my shirt higher, fingers grazing over the bruises Zane left behind. I close my eyes, letting the image take over, imagining it’s his hands on me instead, his fingers tracing my skin before curling possessively around my throat, dragging me deeper into the want I can’t seem to escape.

I push my panties aside, dragging my fingers through my slick folds, gathering my wetness before pressing two fingers inside.

A choked moan escapes my lips.

I pump my fingers slowly, curling them slightly, pressing against that spot that makes my whole body tense. My hips lift slightly off the mattress, chasing the feeling, chasing him, because I know that if he were here, he’d be wrecking me.

I rub my clit with my free hand, working myself up, faster, harder. My thighs start to shake, heat coiling in my stomach, winding tighter until my phone pings.

I barely register the fact that my fingers are still buried inside me as I grab my phone and unlock it.

Zane: Don’t forget to come with my name on your lips, sweetheart.

My whole body burns because I was about to.

I slam my phone face down onto the bed, furious at him, at myself, at this fucking ache I can’t get rid of. I shove my fingers back inside, curling them deeper, rubbing my clit harder, chasing that high. I don’t think anymore. I just feel.

The door swings open and I yank my hand away so fast I nearly punch myself in the stomach. At the same time, I lunge for the covers, yanking them up to my stomach, ignoring the factthat I was justtwo secondsaway from coming all over my own fingers.

“Oh myGod,” Tria drawls, crossing her arms and leaning against the frame. “Tell me you werenotjust—”

“Get the fuck out!” My voice is too loud, too desperate, but my body is still wrecked from being caught mid-orgasm, and my brain is scrambling to recover.

“Babe, I knew you were pent up, but shit, Faith,” Tria laughs.

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