Page 93 of Venomous Kiss
LILITH
He’s beside me when I wake, even though I told him to sleep on the couch. He mumbles something in his sleep, so I lean over and hit him in the ribs. He jolts and sits straight up, his eyes finding mine, and he smiles slowly.
“Morning, wife.”
“Explain,” I demand. “How the hell did you get into my bed?”
“I was cold, and you’re warm, so I fixed the problem,” he says smugly. Well, two can play that game. I reach over and slide my hand over his ribs. He flexes at my touch, and in an instant, he is over the top of me, hovering as he pushes down onto me. I squirm because the weight of him feels good.
But I want answers.
“Soren was here yesterday.”
His back straightens at that as he stays where he is. “When?”
“Just before you arrived, actually,” I inform him as he moves away from me, and instantly, the loss is there. He mumbles something about firing the security, and I watch as he slides out of bed. “Now, take me for a Hunt.”
“I need to find someone to Hunt, my needy wife.” He winks, and I can’t help but admire him. Fuck, he is beautiful to stare at.
Can I hunt someone after all that therapy and trying to work on myself to be a better person?
Yes, the answer is yes. I can, and I will take control back. And I will do it in any manner that I deem fit.
“Well, being in my bed won’t solve that problem.” I wave at him. “So get up and find me someone to hunt before I take my aggression out on you.” I pick up a pillow and throw it at him. “Also, don’t think I forgot about the wife part. Explain it to me now.” He stands, finds his pants, slides them on, then heads toward the door as I follow him. “Reon, if you don’t tell me now, I will withhold my body for a lot longer than you can talk.”
He pauses on the threshold, then turns back to me. “You want to withhold sex from me?” he asks, smirking. I say nothing, realizing what I just did. “That means you’re thinking of having sex with me.”
“I am not.” I keep my expression blank.
“Oh, but you are.” He winks. “I like that my wife thinks of fucking me. It’s hot. Now, I have to find a wedding gift for my wife.”
“How are we married?” I groan with increasing frustration as he opens the door and steps out. But just as the door is almost closed, he opens it enough to pop his head back in.
“Any chance for a goodbye kiss?” he asks, hopeful. I pick up the shoe next to me and lob it at his head, missing. I hear his chuckle as he closes the door. Asshole.
As I return to my bedroom, my cell starts ringing. I run to it and answer without looking at the caller ID.
“You stupid, stupid whore. You run off and get married? You think you can do better than me? Well, ha, joke’s on you, bitch. I’ll make you wish you’d never left me.”
I hang up before I hear anything else. Deven clearly has had way too much to drink. I head into the bathroom to change my bandages. I feel better today. Good even, considering what I went through the other night. I assumed I would be fucked-up for days.
The wound on my leg doesn’t look too bad, but the one on my arm is quite red. After cleaning the wounds and applying fresh bandages, I get dressed. I don’t have any plans for today. Instead, I’m going to lie on my couch until Reon, who thinks he’s my fucking husband for some reason, gets back. I never thought for one second I would want to marry again. Ever. One marriage was enough for me, so why would I choose to do it again?
I wouldn’t.
No.
But it seems I didn’t have a choice.
It seems Reon took that out of my hands and won’t even tell me how he did it.
A loud bang makes me jump. My hand goes to my chest, resting over my heart, as another bang comes. I look around for something, anything, I can use as a weapon. I don’t ever want to be defenseless again.
Reaching for the toilet cleaner brush, I grip it tightly as I open the bathroom door—another loud bang. I jump back as the banging becomes louder.
“Fire!” someone shouts from the hallway, and I hear loud screams before I smell the smoke.
Smoke… in my apartment.
