Page 257 of Craving Venom

I’m not even all the way down before she presses both palms to my shoulders and forces me back. We’re on the goddamn library floor. There’s barely enough room to stretch out with shelves boxing us in. I can’t even lay flat. My spine’s curved up slightly as my elbows strain to prop myself.

Her bare thighs bracket my hips, and her pussy is soaked to the point where I can feel it dripping on my cock before she even lines us up.

“What are you doing?” I rasp.

“You said I had to earn the truth.” She rakes her nails down the snakes inked across my chest. “So I’m not done yet.”

Her mouth finds my neck and she sucks hard. Leaves a red blotch right beneath my jaw. Then another. And another. Down to my collarbone. Her teeth scrape the flesh that’s already raw from her tongue.

I stare up at that wild, terrified glint in her eyes. They’ve turned into a shade of blue like a storm-darkened sky, rimmed with the pale fire of lightning at dusk. They’re too bright. Tooalive. Those eyes were made to ruin men. And right now, they’re ruining me. And if she doesn’t sit down on my cock right this second, I’ll lose whatever humanity’s left in me. Because she’s the only thing keeping me tethered right now.

“Faith,” I growl. “Sit down on my cock.”

She doesn’t.

She licks a stripe along my throat, then sinks her teeth into the skin just beneath my ear. I hiss, grabbing her hips hard enough to bruise.

“Now.”

She leans down, and flicks her tongue over my lower lip. “Tell me about Corrine.”

My cock throbs so hard it hurts.

“Tomorrow night,” I bite out. “She’s being auctioned.”

Faith goes still.

Her pussy brushes the tip, and I jerk up into her with a groan, but she lifts her hips just enough to keep me out.

She’s not giving in. Not until I break.

And I know it.

She won’t let me inside her until she knows everything. Until I hand her the truth, not just the pieces I’ve bled out between thrusts and threats.

“They holdThe Quadrennialevent every four years. It’s not just a gathering; it’s a fucking ritual. The Dominion Circle treats it like sacred tradition. Every seat at that auction is reserved for high-tier members only. Attendance isn’t optional, it’s required. Even the ones who’ve gone deep underground crawl out for it. It’s the one night they all come together in one place. Because for them, it’s more than just trade, it’s worship. They believe the auction renews their power, strengthens their hold.”

I feel her pulse thudding through her thighs.

“That’s why I have to go. That’s why I’ve been quiet. You think I give a shit about being caught? No. I care about getting themallin one room.”

And when I do?

I’m burning that fucking altar to the ground.

“You’re going?”

I nod once.

Her hips shift involuntarily. Her pussy grinds against me, soaking me, and I can feel the tremble in her thighs.

Faith’s eyes narrow. “You’re going to kill them?”

“Not kill.” I meet her gaze as my cock is raging under her. “I’m going to erase them. One by one. I am going to make sure no one even remembers what their names used to be.”

Her pussy slips along the head of my cock again, making me moan.

“Faith.”

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