Page 10 of Venomous Kiss
I stop and turn to him.
His jaw is sharp, and his eyes see more than they should. I feel as though, like mine, they may be a little dead inside. His crisp black suit and tie exude an air of class—one that makes me second-guess this, but then I see the ink peeking out. I notice a few tattoos on his fingers and a ring on his index finger. He has a light stubble, but the perfect kind that blends into his hair. Nothing about him appears out of place.
Deven has sandy-blond hair, a body that most would deem a dad bod—although we did plan on having children—and a contagious smile. I never liked men who were cut and chiseled. Most of the time, their arrogance overshadowed their ability to fuck, and I grew bored too quickly. It was Deven’s smile that won me over. That, and his personality. Both were attractive and gave me an inkling of normalcy. Something that told me I wasn’t completely dead on the inside.
“I mean, I thought about it,” I muse aloud. “You never know who you might meet in a bar. For all you know, I could be a black widow, picking up poor, unsuspecting men in bars. I could fuck you within an inch of your life and finish the job straight after. But these are two-thousand-dollar shoes, and I refuse to ruin them with your blood.” I glance down at my heels, then back up to him to see his gaze stuck on my shoes. And then it travels up my legs.
I turn and start walking again, and he follows.
He could kill me at any moment, and a part of me is excited at that thought, while another part wants him to wait until I get home.
When we reach my street, I stop and turn back to him. “Is this the first time you’ve done something like this?” I ask, and he nods. Then I wonder why, so I ask him, “Why?”
He doesn’t respond.
I bite my lip to keep from saying more and possibly scaring him away. Instead, I walk up to my house, unlock the door, and push it open. I’m careful not to make too much noise. He steps in behind me and shuts the door. Not turning on any lights, I reach for his hand—it’s hard and calloused—and pull him with me to the living room. Letting go of his hand, I undo the buttons of my shirt and drop it to the floor, leaving me in a red lacy bra. After shimmying my skirt down my thighs, I go to take off the high heels and think better of it. I’ll keep them on.
Deven hates me wearing shoes inside.
Reon watches me, not moving, simply appreciating everything he sees. I know he is by the sweep of his gaze as he takes me in. It is dark, with the moon shining through the wide bay windows, providing the only light.
“You are very striking,” Reon says.
“And you still have on clothes.”
He smirks and sheds his jacket, then starts to unknot his tie. I step forward and reach for his belt while his gaze tracks my movements.
“I could kill you now, you know. You’re so vulnerable, letting a stranger into your house,” he whispers, sending a shiver of excitement through me.
“How would you do it?” I ask as I pull his belt free and let it drop to the floor. Next, I go for his fly, unbuttoning it and lowering the zipper. His tie falls to the floor, and then he undoes his shirt buttons one by one until I can see muscle and ink.
My mouth waters at the sight of him.
He is beautiful.
His pants drop, and soon he is naked. He has muscular, thick thighs, and his cock is large and manicured perfectly. I clench my thighs at the sight of it. He has a delicious trail of hair leading down. He is stunning in his pinstripe suits but naked… He’s a work of sensual art.
Pure perfection.
He reaches for me, his hand sliding around my waist.
“You need to have protection,” I tell him.
His other hand goes to my chin and lifts it up, so I have to look at him. Even with me wearing heels, he’s taller than I am. I’m the same height as Deven when I am wearing my heels.
“In my pants, which you took off.”
I kneel down and reach into his pocket. Finding the condom, I pull it out and then tear it open with my teeth, remaining on my knees. Looking up at him, I put the condom in my mouth and suck it back, holding the edges, before I reach out and grab his cock. He tsks at me, but I don’t stop as I lean forward and wrap my lips around his cock, and put the condom on him with my mouth. Using my hands, I slide it all the way down and then take him in deep, just once, before I release him and stand.
His cock was hard the minute his pants dropped.
And it’s a lot bigger than Deven’s.
I wonder if he can break me when he fucks me.
I look forward to finding out.
I step back as he steps forward, but he reaches for me, entrapping me with an arm around my waist, pulling me to him slowly. I feel his hardness, and my pussy pulses with need. His other hand comes between us, and he slips it into my G-string until he finds my pussy and slides his fingers through my slit and smirks.
