Page 153 of Hexed
And I fucking explode without another touch, my cock jerking wildly in the air. One of my hands slams against the glass, and I grip my length quickly with the other, aiming it as I spray, painting her gorgeous features with my cum.
It’s a beautiful sight.
She’s dirty and depraved, and so fucking mine.
It takes minutes for me to catch my breath after, my chest heaving and my cock still twitching as I come back down.
Venesa grins at me, takes a finger, dips it into the mess on her cheek, and then slips it inside her mouth, her eyes fluttering closed as she moans at the taste.
My heart pitches off a cliff.
I lean down, wrap my hand around the base of her neck, and pull her to me so I can kiss the fuck out of her.
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” I say. “I’m so happy you’re here.”
She grins against my lips. “I’m happy too.”
I help her stand after and tell her to go get cleaned up in the en suite.
It’s about thirty minutes later when we’re all put back together, clothes on, satiated, and well fucked.
She’s sitting on the couch near the entrance to my office, and I plop down next to her, reaching out to twirl a strand of her hair.
“Okay, now we can talk.” I grin. “How long are you in town for?” I grab her fingers with my other hand and press a kiss to her knuckles.
She hesitates before responding. “Well…that depends.”
“Does Trent know you’re here?” I ask. “How did things play out with him?”
She shakes her head. “No, and he can’t find out.”
“Why not?” I know he was probably pissed at her for what happened between us and for the dissolution of my engagement with Aria, but Venesa’s his right hand. His family. That’s what I kept telling myself because that’s what Ihadto make myself believe, or I never would have been able to walk away, even knowing it was temporary.
Thinking about that possiblynotbeing the case makes me rage.
“He kicked me out,” she says.
I sit up straight, dropping the strand of her hair. “What do you mean, hekickedyou out?”
She shrugs, and betrayal sits heavy in her eyes. “He said he had Momma killed, and then he kicked me out, told me to leave and never come back to South Carolina. He tookeverythingfrom me.”
“Whoa, whoa, back up a minute. I thought your piece-of-shit dad killed your mom.” She’s dropping some bombs here, and I’m having trouble wrapping my head around them.
“He was telling the truth in the end, I guess. I never actually saw my dad that night. It was all based on what Momma told me before she made me promise to stay hidden. It was Uncle T the whole time. Well…” She chews on the corner of her mouth. “He hired out to the Atlantis MC.” She spits out the name like they’re dirt beneath her shoe.
But I’m stuck on her other words.He hired out.
“Enzo.” She reaches out and grips my forearm. I move until my hand tangles with hers, our fingers intertwined, and then I bring it up to my mouth and press soft, chaste kisses to the back.
“I need your help,” she says.
“Anything you want, piccola sirena, and it’s yours.” I press another kiss to her hand. “Want me to burn his kingdom to the ground?”
“No,” she whispers, her eyes flicking up to lock on mine. “I want to burnhimto the ground and take his kingdom for myself.”
Anticipation lights up my insides, and I cup her cheek, ghosting my thumb across the planes of her face. “Then let’s make you queen of the ashes.”
FORTY-TWO
