Page 161 of Hexed
“I need to talk to Gio,” I tell her.
She presses a kiss on the inside of my neck. “Everything can wait until the morning.”
I shake my head. “I knew my pops wasn’t well, that he’d been growing more unhinged, but I never thought he’d actually be the one trying to take me out.”
“Family’s fucked,” Venesa replies. “He wasn’t successful, that’s what matters.” She slips her hand down to my chest, pressing her palm against my heart. “You’re here. Your heart’s beating. You have a woman at your service, ready and willing to doanythingyou need.”
I give her a look and then spin around until I’m facing her on the bed, my fingers sliding up her thighs and gripping the soft curves of her waist. “Oh yeah? And what do Ineed, piccola sirena?”
She moves forward, sliding her legs around me until the heat of her cunt is pressed against my hardening cock, and she wraps her arms around my neck, leaning in to press a kiss to my lips. “You need to take it out on me. All that frustration…” She glides her hips back and forth, creating a delicious friction that has a fever spiraling through me. “That anger, that hurt…you can use me, Lover Boy.”
She moves her lips, ghosting them across my cheek and along my jaw until she slides farther down, nibbling on my neck. Goose bumps spring up everywhere she touches, and I grip hertighter as I thrust upward, rubbing against her fabric-covered pussy.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean, Venesa. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she replies. “I trust you.”
I push her back slowly until she’s lying on the bed, her hair splayed around her like she’s a goddess, and I’m so fucking hard, dripping with the need to sink inside her, to lose myself in her so I don’t have to face the reality of my world.
Of how everything is upending. Changing.
“Hurting you doesn’t interest me,” I murmur, my fingers moving up her body and slipping beneath her shirt until it slips over her head. “I don’t want to bring you pain, only pleasure. But we should have a safe word just in case anything we do becomes too much.”
Her breasts pop free, and my mouth is there instantly, sucking and biting, the taste of her flesh like ambrosia in my mouth.
“Seashell,” she says.
“Perfect.”
She pauses, reaching down and pulling my face up until I can look her in the eyes. “You won’t hurt me; I can take whatever you want to give, whenever you want to give it.”
My eyes volley between her gaze and her mouth, and I’m so overcome with how much I need her that I dive down, tangling our tongues together, kissing the fuck out of her like I’m afraid I won’t ever get the chance again.
Hazy brown eyes. A murmuring voice. “What did they do to you?”
“Don’t die. Don’t let them win.”
I wake with a start, that deep sultry voice echoing in my ears and sending chills down my spine. I look over at Venesa, but she’s not there, and I hear the distinct sound of a shower running.
I’m tempted to go in, find her, and spread her out in front of me to feast before I start my day, but my dream has me frozen in place, pieces of a fucked-up puzzle finally clicking together in my head.
Because I remember now, when I didn’t before.
I don’t know how I got on that shoreline or what saved me, but I could swear I dreamed I sawVenesaleaning over me, pressing something against me that caused pain to shoot up my side.
The shower turns off, and I sit up in bed, running a hand through my hair.
Venesa walks out a few minutes later in a small white towel, steam billowing around her, and goddamn, she’s a fucking vision. But it’s tainted right now because I’m wondering if she was part of my attempted murder and just how much she knows that sheisn’ttelling me.
Was anything real?
I don’t want to think the worst, and my body refuses to let my mind even go there fully, convincing me that I’m just on edge because of the revelation of my pops’s betrayal and how fucked up everyone is in both our worlds.
“Morning.” She smiles at me, rubbing a towel on her hair.
“I can’t get this dream out of my head,” I start, the words spilling out of me because I can’t hold them back. “Of the night I almost died.”
She freezes in place, her movements slowing as she walks to the edge of the bed and sits down. “Enzo,” she says, sucking on her lips.
