Page 255 of Craving Venom

She opens her mouth and takes in just the head as her tongue swirls around it slowly. I groan as my head tips back and my grip in her hair tightens. She sinks lower, gliding her lips over the top of that thick vein she traced earlier with her finger. When I give her hair a sharp tug, her mouth stills around me, a soft hiss slipping past her lips, but she doesn’t pull away.

I pull her hair tighter. “You want the truth?” I rasp. “Open wider. I’ll give it to you down your fucking throat.”

Her mouth stretches wide as she takes me in. She can’t fit it all. Not even close. My cock is too fucking thick for that sweet little mouth to handle, but she tries.

She swallows half, maybe less, and wraps her hand around the rest, stroking slow while her tongue works under the head. I hiss through my teeth, bucking my hips forward on instinct. Her throat clenches, and she gags.

She moans around me, and it vibrates all the way through my spine. I grab her hair in a fist, forcing her to stay right there, just like that.

“I didn’t want anyone knowing I was in Veridian yet,” I rasp, rolling my hips, fucking her mouth. “Because D.O.M’s already aware I’m hunting them.”

She chokes on me.

I pull back just enough to let her breathe, then shove back in, making her take it again. Her hand never stops stroking the base, matching the pace of my thrusts.

“They don’t know who’s who,” I groan. “That’s how the cult works. There are no faces. No names. No real identities. Just initials, roles, and rituals. Everything’s compartmentalized onpurpose. One hand never knows what the other is doing. That way, if someone gets caught, no one else burns.”

I thrust a little deeper, her throat tightens around me, but I keep going.

“They recruit people in layers. Outer ring doesn’t know shit except what they’re ordered to do. Middle ring handles the real operations like transport, tech, obedience training. But the core? The Dominion Circle? They’re ghosts. You’ll never see their faces. Never hear their real voices. Every meeting’s masked, coded, encrypted. You think you’re speaking to one man, but it could be three.”

Her hand strokes me faster, and I nearly come undone. I try to ground myself in the feel of her mouth, just to stop myself from hurting her.

“I couldn’t risk them finding out I was in Veridian. One slip. One wrong name. One camera. That’s all it would’ve taken. They’d scatter. They’d hide the girls. Kill the ones who knew too much. That’s why Brian Keller got the easy death.”

Her eyes blink up at me, confused, watering.

“I cut his tongue out first.”

Her hand slows, trying to process it through the haze of spit and cock.

“I didn’t want him screaming, so I cut out his tongue first. With a pair of rusted shears. He thrashed so hard I had to snap his wrist just to keep him still. Blood poured down his chin, bubbling out like he was drowning on it.”

I close my eyes for a second, picturing the way Brian’s legs kicked, the way his eyes bulged when I clamped the pliers around the base of his tongue and yanked until the muscle tore free in a wet snap. Blood sprayed across the floor. He tried to cry out, but it came out as nothing.

“But that wasn’t enough. He still made noise. So I stapled his fucking mouth shut.”

I pull her head back slightly, letting her breathe, then thrust again.

“I slit him from gut to throat. Took my time with it. Let him bleed out after Eleanor crawled out of the cage he kept her in.”

Her hand works around the base, faster now, and her lips seal tighter as she takes as much as she can.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” I groan, tilting my head back, letting the sound of her mouth slurping around my cock echo between the shelves. “Fuck. Just like that.”

I grab her hair and start guiding her faster, rougher, as her tits bounce with every thrust of my hips and her moans vibrate around my cock.

“Good girl,” I hiss, tugging her head back only to shove it forward again. “You look so fucking pretty choking on me.”

“You want more?” I growl.

She nods.

She fucking wants this.

Wants my cock bruising the back of her throat while I tell her about the monsters I carved open. Wants to pretend she’s scared when she’s soaking wet, moaning around me.

“Derick Voss,” I grit out. “You want to know what I did to him?”

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