Page 179 of Craving Venom

“One more look like that, and I’m going to throw you down and fuck your tight little ass like an animal.”

Her eyes snap wide. Terror paints itself across her face, the kind I love. The one that saysshe knows I’ll do it.

“Zane… please.”

I grind my cock against her pussy, making sure she feels how hard I still am, how fucking ravenous.

“I won’t repeat myself,” I growl, dragging my teeth along her throat, “unless you’re begging for pain.”

Her arms shoot above her head with her wrists crossing automatically as if she already knows exactly how I want her.

“Good girl.”

I grab the neckline of her camisole and bra and rip straight through the fabric in one motion, letting her tits bounce free, round and full with just the right amount of give, soft enough to mold beneath my hands but firm enough to hold their shape. Faint blue veins crawl across the pale skin, leading to tight rose-pink nipples that stand peaked and ready, begging for my mouth. I bury my face between them and groan, biting down hard enough to make her arch off the ground.

She yelps and her arms twitch, but she doesn’t pull them down and I can’t tell if she’s brave or just stupid.

I drag my tongue across one nipple, then the other, soaking her in spit before sucking one into my mouth hard, while my hand closes over the other, squeezing until she lets out a soft whimper.

“You’ve got the prettiest fucking tits I’ve ever seen,” I grunt, slapping one, watching it jiggle. “But they’ll look better bruised.”

Oh, and I will bruise them, just not tonight. I have other plans.

Her skin sears against my palms, her stomach quaking with every ragged breath, but her thighs stay wide open, the humidheat rising off her pussy is so heavy that it clings to the back of my throat.

I drag her shorts and panties down past her knees, the drenched cloth clinging stubbornly to her cunt before finally peeling off with a sticky sound. I toss them aside without a second glance and fix my eyes on that perfect pussy glistening between her thighs.

I shift lower, but the jeans bunched around my knees pull tight, resisting every move and dragging a frustrated grunt from my throat. All I can think about is how good it would feel to tear them off, to press bare skin against hers with nothing in the way. But I don’t dare waste the moment, not when giving her even a second could mean letting her think.

I slide one knee between her legs, pressing it firm against her inner thigh. She jolts and tries to clamp her legs shut.

No fucking chance.

I grip her thigh, digging my fingers hard enough to leave marks, and when she squirms beneath me, I slap the same spot, letting the sting bloom under my palm as I watch her face crumple with the bite of it.

Before she can catch her breath, I shove two unforgiving fingers deep into her pussy, and her walls clamp down around me. I curl them upward and start fucking her without a hint of warning, giving her no chance to brace.

“Fuck, your pussy’s choking my fingers,” I grit out, watching her unravel. “I can barely move, you’re so fucking tight I can feel your heartbeat pulsing around my fingers.”

Her head thrashes from side to side, hair sticking to her sweat-slick face as her lips part around ragged, broken gasps.

“Z-Zane—”

I drive my fingers in harder, grinding my wrist as I pound into her until the wet smack of my palm against her cunt drowns out the sound of her cries.

Her hands wobble, shifting slightly off the floor.

“Keep them there,” I snarl, curling my fingers inside her. “Or I’ll strap your wrists down.”

“I…I can’t—”

“I saidkeepthem there.”

Her hands snap back into place. She’s delirious as she moans and begs without words while her pussy tightens around my fingers, clenching so hard I can feel her on the verge of breaking, so I rip my fingers out.

“No—Zane—!”

Her cry’s half rage, half broken need.

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