Page 58 of Venomous Kiss
I gasp. “Are you saying I’m broke?”
“You are, Caterpillar. You took nothing from that divorce.”
I smile, thinking about all that money my father left me. “It was all his anyway. I hated that house, so why would I fight for it? I kept my piece of shit car. That’s all I went in with, and that’s what I left with…” I pause. “Actually, I’ve been thinking of doing something new.”
“New?”
“Yes, it’s a subscription service where I earn money from subscribers.” I look at him and smile. “Basically, people pay to watch me fuck or play with myself on camera.” I watch as his face morphs from confused to angry, his lips thinning and his brows pinching together. I couldn’t do the waitressing work walking around naked, but I think taking the power and doing it where I feel comfortable will be completely different.
“I’ll pay you not to do that,” he growls. I brush him off. “I’ll pay you whatever they will.”
“I’ve already set it up. I need to work on my first video.”
“You’ve clearly had too much to drink,” he says, standing. “Let’s go.”
“You could be in a video with me. You could wear a mask and fuck me. The people would love watching you fuck,” I say with a smirk, reaching out and laying my hand on his chest. “Do you want to fuck me, Reon?”
“While wearing a mask?” He sounds confused but slightly interested, and his tone is tinged with curiosity.
“Yes, while I record it,” I explain, hoping to pique his interest.
“I’ll think about it…” he responds, his voice trailing off.
I hold out my hand and indicate for him to give me his cell. He raises a brow at me.
“Give me your phone,” I tell him.
He doesn’t question it and hands it to me. I like that he is confident enough to do that. Deven never let me touch his phone. I take his cell and walk into the women’s bathroom. Going into the stall, I lock it in case he decides to come in. Removing my top, I press record and prop it on the toilet paper dispenser. I sit on the toilet and slide my hand down my neck and onto my bare breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples as I throw my head back. I lick my fingers, sucking them into my mouth, and then I do the same thing again, moving one hand down to my nipple and pinching hard while my other hand massages the other breast.
I hear the door open, and footsteps echo off the tiles, but it doesn’t stop me from what I’m doing. Instead, I trail my hand down to my skirt, stopping where the camera cuts off. Smirking, I move closer to the camera so that only my face is in the shot and whisper, “How much would you pay to see the ending?” Then I press end, put my top back on quickly, and open the door to a lady washing her hands. She eyes me but says nothing as I walk back out to find him sitting in his seat at the bar. When I hand him back his cell, he looks at it, confused.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing,” I reply with a sly grin. “Care to take me home?”
He stands and offers me his hand. I don’t take it; instead I grab my bag and slide the strap over my shoulder.
I find his Porsche easily. It’s hard to miss, considering it’s parked next to my old, beat-up, piece-of-shit ride. My car looks sad next to his. I grumble something as he opens the Porsche’s passenger door and ushers me inside. When I’m seated, he leans down, buckles me in, pausing when the lock clicks, and looks directly into my eyes.
“Where is Maya?” I ask.
“Probably with her brother,” he replies, focusing on my lips.
“Why are you here, Reon?”
“For the simple fact that you are, of course.” He moves in to kiss me, but I manage to lift my hand in time to place a finger on his lips.
“I—” He cuts me off by biting my finger, taking it into his mouth before he sucks it. His tongue does lazy circles around it before he pulls back. “I had that finger on my nipples as I rolled them between my fingers and pinched them.” His eyes go hard as he stares at me. “What are you and Maya now?” I question.
“Maya and I are nothing. We have never been anything. I only want you.”
“She seemed to think otherwise,” I say, remembering what she said when she saw me.
“It’s done. It’s ended. Now, your place or mine?” There’s a hint of urgency. He’s eager to move past the conversation stage and onto more important things.
“Mine.” I rattle off my address, my mind focused on what comes next.
He drives fast, and it isn’t long until we reach my new apartment. It’s not as flashy as my house with Deven, but it’s all mine. “Did you already know where I live?” I ask.
