Page 256 of Craving Venom

She hums around my cock.

“I skinned the bastard alive.”

My chest heaves.

“He brought Maya. He thought no one would find out. He thought she was just another number. Just another girl to break. I dragged him to a basement. Tied him to a drainpipe. Used a carpet knife. Hooked it under his skin and peeled back strips of his skin. I made him watch me hold the flesh he wore like it was nothing.”

My hips stutter. My cock throbs at her lips stretched wide around me, at her spit that covers me. I’m soaked in her.

“I poured bleach in the wounds. Just to hear him scream. He tried to crawl away with no legs. So I dragged him back. Nailed his palms to the floor.”

My grip turns brutal. I force her down onto me, deeper, until her knees give out and she loses balance.

“That’s what he deserved, and I’ll do worse to the rest.”

I snap.

My hips slam forward, fucking her throat hard now. Her hand’s a blur at my base. Her moans are muffled but desperate. Her tongue presses flat under my cock, letting me fuck deeper, rougher.

Every thrust rips another breath out of me. I’m unraveling. Coming apart with her mouth wrapped around the worst parts of me.

“Don’t stop,” I snarl, voice hoarse, raw. “Fucking take it.”

Her throat tightens again.

That’s it.

I break.

Pleasure rips through me as my cock jerks hard in her mouth. I come down her throat. Her lips seal around me, drinking every drop.

Thick globs of cum drip from the corners of her mouth, sliding down her chin in messy trails before splattering across her tits. They’re rising fast, struggling for air, and shiny where my release coats her skin. One strand clings to her nipple, catching the light as it pulses with each breath she takes.

She looks so wrecked and yet when she straightens on her knees, it’s not weakness that radiates from her.

It’s determination.

I see the tremble in her arms, the effort it takes just to stay upright. She’s barely holding on. But she doesn’t back down.

And that means something.

It means she’s still got a move left.

“Get on your knees,” she commands.

I stare down at her. She just threw me off-balance. Not because I’m afraid, but because I’m interested. Because something in me likes this, the idea of her wrapping a leash around my neck.

When I don’t obey her command, she leans in and licks the cum off my cock. Her tongue swirls around the tip before she kisses the ink just above the base right over the word carved into my flesh.

“Faith—” I growl.

She drags her teeth across her bottom lip. “Don’t be a baby.”

My cock’s already back to full hardness. I should be ripping her off my cock just to flip her over and fuck her until she begs.

Instead… I drop.

My knees hit the cold floor.

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