Page 15 of Venomous Kiss
I’m bringing her to fuck her.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
So, then, why do I hear the faint whisper of liar in my head?
SIX
LILITH
I don’t watch the runway; I watch him.
I stare as he works all those flashy buttons so effortlessly.
I’ve never seen someone so relaxed or confident in something they do. I watch as our plane goes down the runway, staring out of the cockpit window as we start to lift off the ground. My ears begin to pop as we climb, and it feels exhilarating.
“Get comfortable. It’s a two-hour flight,” he says, his eyes scanning me from top to bottom while his hands remain on the controls, a slight smirk on his lips. When I don’t reply, he goes back to whatever it is you do to fly a plane, I guess. I watch as his toned hands, with tattoos skating on his fingers, keep on working.
I wonder if this is what it was like for my husband and his co-worker. Did they stare at each other every day like the way Reon is currently staring at me? I see him glance at me throughout the flight, but he doesn’t interrupt my thoughts as if he knows not to.
Makes me want to fuck him even more.
I know Deven can’t look at a woman the same way Reon can. Reon holds authority, and Deven does the opposite. But maybe there was something else. I mean, I married the asshole, after all.
“I didn’t know he was cheating on me.” I blurt the words out after I have sat in silence for almost an hour, glancing out the window, mesmerized by the blackness. He turns his head, his dark eyes boring into me, and for some reason, I feel like I need to tell him things. Things I sense he won’t brush off as easily as my husband did. I was never a one-night-stand kind of girl. But this is turning out to be a weekend fling, and I’ve never really let my freak flag fly, for fear that someone would judge me or hate that about me the way my husband clearly did. I feel free with Reon.
“How does that make you feel?”
I bring up my leg and tuck it under my ass.
“Honestly, I feel fine. I’m not sad or broken. I got payback, and now I’m done.”
His jaw twitches.
“Happy that I got to help serve that payback,” he says as I gaze out the window.
I glance over at him, finding his attention is fixed again on the dark sky.
“What work do you have in Nashville?”
“Cargo delivery. I have an apartment there and planned to stay the night.” He glances at me, then proclaims, “You’re staying with me.”
“Oh, am I?” I reply, raising a brow.
“Yes.” His gaze goes to my chest. “You can unbuckle now and come over here.” He taps his lap. I stare at him for a moment, feeling a mixture of confusion and raw energy before releasing the seat belt—you only live once—and moving toward him.
“Do you plan for me to do all the work again, or can you get your own cock out?” I ask as I rise to slide over to him. He smirks as he lowers his zipper, then pulls his cock out, which, I might add, is already hard, and slides a condom on that he pulls from his pocket.
“I prefer it when you do it.”
I give him an eye roll before I move closer to him. The tightness of the cabin makes it difficult for me to stand to my full height as I reach him. He presses a few buttons, and the plane goes into autopilot. His hands reach for me and pull me closer. My hands fall to his shoulders. I don’t make a move to sit on him, but he leans in and lifts my skirt before pulling my undies down my legs. I step out of them before he leans in and kisses my bare pussy where the slit begins as I lean in. Then he slides his tongue inside me and pulls back. “Best kiss,” he says, pulling me so I have to sit on him.
I maneuver myself so I don’t accidentally press any buttons or touch any instruments, and hike one leg over him before I lower myself onto his lap. I undo the buttons on my shirt and pull it open, showing him I’m wearing no bra. Gripping his head, I pull it forward and straight to my nipple.
The light from inside is the only illumination. We are surrounded by nothingness outside the plane—the pitch-black sky with barely a star to be seen. His hand finds my ass, and he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks. As he does, I lower myself little by little until I feel him at my entrance. He bites hard on my nipple, and I sink all the way down at the flash of pain. He grunts, and it’s like music to my ears.
I’ve been with men before.
