Page 251 of Craving Venom

And then I kiss him.

Through the fucking mask.

My mouth crashes into hard molded material and it hurts. My lip splits on the edge. I taste blood. But I don’t stop. I drag my lips across it, scraping my teeth down the groove of that jagged, red fracture, wanting to split it wider.

His hand clamps on my ass, dragging me higher against him until I’m grinding against his cock with no space left between us. His other hand leaves my throat and fists my hair, matching my grip with one of his own. He yanks my head back and slams his mask into my mouth again, harder this time.

The mask grinds against my lips, and the crack running through the center presses into my mouth, but I kiss it harder.

Because if I can’t have his mouth, I’ll devour the closest fucking thing.

“You want to be owned?” I snarl between gritted teeth, still clinging to his hair. “Then crawl.”

CHAPTER FORTY

THE MONSTER

She tells me to crawl, and I swear I almost drop.

My knees itch to hit the pavement. My spine bows without thinking. There’s not a command in her voice, but a leash, and I feel it wrap around my neck. I’d kneel. I’d live on my knees. If my legs were taken from me tomorrow, if I could never walk again, I’d drag myself by the elbows through broken glass just to get back to her.

I’d crawl until my skin peeled off and my bones clicked raw against the ground, and still beg for more. She could spit in my face, and I’d mouth “thank you.” Could take a knife to my throat and I’d tilt my head to give her better access.

I tighten my grip around her thighs and drop us both, slamming her back into the ground hard enough that dust kicks up under her hair. My hips grind between hers. Her cunt’s already soaked I can feel it through the layers. My fingers dig under the band of her shorts, grip the curve of her ass, pulling her deeper into the grind.

“Fucking say that again,” I growl, pressing my mask to her mouth, biting at the edge of her lip with it. “Say it while I fuck the floor with you.”

She grips my hoodie again, yanks me down so hard I swear something in my neck pops.

“When you first met me,” she pants, “you cut me a deal.”

My breath stops.

Now she’s the one with the leash.

Her thighs lock around my hips.

“Now I’m giving you one.”

Her hand slides between us, cupping me over my pants. My cock kicks, trying to rip through denim. My moan breaks inside the mask.

“Tell me what happened to the girls,” she breathes, dragging her nails over my lower stomach, down to the waistband, “and I’ll give you a piece of me.”

I could rip the world in half and still never get enough of her.

But right now, I’ll tear myself open just to taste the piece she’s offering.

I slide my fingers under the hem of her shirt, and she shudders from knowing she’s seconds from being ruined in the open.

Her nails dig into my abs when I peel the fabric up, baring inch after inch of that skin I’ve dreamed of licking raw.

“We’re in the fucking open,” she gasps as I drag the shirt over her tits, revealing them to the dark, empty hallway.

“No one’s here but me,” I growl. “And they wouldn’t fucking stop me if they were.”

“Zane…” Her thighs tremble around me. “This wasn’t part of the—”

I tug the mask up to my nose and sink my teeth into the top of her breast. “You gave me a deal. Don’t fucking crawl out of it now.”

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