Page 55 of Craving Venom (The Venomous Beauty Trilogy #1)

I crouch just enough to get close, so close she can feel my breath graze her lips. A smile curves across my face. “Baby, I didn’t want to do that. Just know I came here to watch you tonight. But I’m convinced you like it rough.”

Faith’s glare sharpens. That look? It screams, Fuck off, asshole.

I drag the zipper down all the way.

“Let me tell you, I’ve been told before that I’m an embarrassment when it comes to sucking a dick. I tend to use my teeth more, and with you, I’ll do just that.”

My cock twitches.

“If anyone’s embarrassing themselves here, it’d be me. So, shut your mouth, unless I ask you to work it around my cock.”

Fuck. The image alone has me close to blowing. Just imagining her mouth on me makes it hard to breathe. I’ve dreamed about face-fucking her until I break her voice.

“Well, Zane, you’re in for one hell of a surprise. I hope you can handle it.”

I pull my cock free, thick and already leaking, and drag it across her bloodstained lips. She flinches before swallowing hard, and all I can think about is how good that throat is going to feel clenching around me.

“Think you can handle this, baby?” I taunt, tapping my cock against her lips.

Before she can spit another word, I tangle my fingers in her hair and yank her head forward. I shove myself into her mouth, burying deep down her throat. Her hands fly to my hips, leaving angry crescent moons.

Her eyes shoot wide. I see the war inside her, but she holds on, even as I press harder.

I close my eyes and savor the grip of her throat around my cock.

Her mouth is fire and wet heat, and the second her lips close around me, I let out a raw, guttural groan.

When I finally open my eyes, hers are already brimming.

Tears spill down her cheeks, streaming in twin rivers that drip from her chin and splatter onto the floor between us.

Her mouth is stretched wide around my cock. Drool leaks from the corners, trailing down her throat and pooling on her cleavage.

“Tell me, good girl,” I rasp, dragging my hips slower for a heartbeat, letting her snatch half a breath before I yank my cock free with a wet pop.

“How do you like the feel of my cock around your throat?”

She glares up at me with her glassy and bloodshot eyes. Her jaw shifts just enough for her to rasp out one word between coughs and spit.

“Disappointing.”

That little lie? It barely gets past her ruined throat.

My hand tightens in her hair and I slam into her hard, forcing my cock so deep her head jerks back. Her nails claw at my hips, dragging down, and I feel the sting as she gets skin under every fingertip.

“Good girls,” I murmur, dragging out the words as I roll my hips, grinding deep inside her mouth, “don’t fucking lie.”

With each thrust, I push her further, burying myself so deep her throat tightens around me. She gags, sputters, fights for air, but I can’t stop.

“When I pull out, I want the name of every guy you’ve ever been with.” I grip her jaw and yank her head to the side. “You’re going to remember every single one of them, Faith. And you’re going to choke on their names with my cock deep down your throat.”

I bury myself brutally into her, hard enough to make her sputter and seize up, and the sight of her struggling to take it wrecks something inside me beyond repair.

“Rodney...” she gasps out when I ease back.

I growl and thrust forward again, cutting her off mid-breath, shoving myself so far down her throat I feel her whole body seize.

“Tyler...”

Drool bubbles at the corners of her mouth the second I give her a fraction of space. I don’t even let her breathe before I fuck her mouth open again.

“Jason...”

And that’s it. That’s the last one.

I know, because I took the eyes of every single tool she’d ever been with. Every man who’d touched her before me, all of them ended up screaming in the dark with nothing but sockets left.

Now Faith chokes out their names with her throat wrapped around my cock. It’s the closest they’ll ever get to her again.

I pull out with a sharp snap of my hips. Her head lolls back as spit and pre-cum stretch from her lips to my cock in long, wet strands. She coughs, sucking in a broken breath.

I kneel in front of her, and the second my weight shifts toward her, she shrinks away. Her back hits the floor and she tries to scramble, but I don’t let her get far. I press one palm flat beside her head, caging her in.

“Hands above your head.”

She doesn’t move. Just gives me a defiant look that screams the last thing she’ll do is give in to me.

“One more look like that, and I’m going to throw you down and fuck your tight little ass like an animal.”

Her eyes snap wide. Terror paints itself across her face, the kind I love. The one that says she knows I’ll do it .

“Zane… please.”

I grind my cock against her pussy, making sure she feels how hard I still am, how fucking ravenous.

“I won’t repeat myself,” I growl, dragging my teeth along her throat, “unless you’re begging for pain.”

Her arms shoot above her head with her wrists crossing automatically as if she already knows exactly how I want her.

“Good girl.”

I grab the neckline of her camisole and bra and rip straight through the fabric in one motion, letting her tits bounce free, round and full with just the right amount of give, soft enough to mold beneath my hands but firm enough to hold their shape.

Faint blue veins crawl across the pale skin, leading to tight rose-pink nipples that stand peaked and ready, begging for my mouth.

I bury my face between them and groan, biting down hard enough to make her arch off the ground.

She yelps and her arms twitch, but she doesn’t pull them down and I can’t tell if she’s brave or just stupid.

I drag my tongue across one nipple, then the other, soaking her in spit before sucking one into my mouth hard, while my hand closes over the other, squeezing until she lets out a soft whimper.

“You’ve got the prettiest fucking tits I’ve ever seen,” I grunt, slapping one, watching it jiggle. “But they’ll look better bruised.”

Oh, and I will bruise them, just not tonight. I have other plans.

Her skin sears against my palms, her stomach quaking with every ragged breath, but her thighs stay wide open, the humid heat rising off her pussy is so heavy that it clings to the back of my throat.

I drag her shorts and panties down past her knees, the drenched cloth clinging stubbornly to her cunt before finally peeling off with a sticky sound. I toss them aside without a second glance and fix my eyes on that perfect pussy glistening between her thighs.

I shift lower, but the jeans bunched around my knees pull tight, resisting every move and dragging a frustrated grunt from my throat.

All I can think about is how good it would feel to tear them off, to press bare skin against hers with nothing in the way.

But I don’t dare waste the moment, not when giving her even a second could mean letting her think.

I slide one knee between her legs, pressing it firm against her inner thigh. She jolts and tries to clamp her legs shut.

No fucking chance.

I grip her thigh, digging my fingers hard enough to leave marks, and when she squirms beneath me, I slap the same spot, letting the sting bloom under my palm as I watch her face crumple with the bite of it.

Before she can catch her breath, I shove two unforgiving fingers deep into her pussy, and her walls clamp down around me. I curl them upward and start fucking her without a hint of warning, giving her no chance to brace.

“Fuck, your pussy’s choking my fingers,” I grit out, watching her unravel. “I can barely move, you’re so fucking tight I can feel your heartbeat pulsing around my fingers.”

Her head thrashes from side to side, hair sticking to her sweat-slick face as her lips part around ragged, broken gasps.

“Z-Zane—”

I drive my fingers in harder, grinding my wrist as I pound into her until the wet smack of my palm against her cunt drowns out the sound of her cries.

Her hands wobble, shifting slightly off the floor.

“Keep them there,” I snarl, curling my fingers inside her. “Or I’ll strap your wrists down.”

“I…I can’t—”

“I said keep them there.”

Her hands snap back into place. She’s delirious as she moans and begs without words while her pussy tightens around my fingers, clenching so hard I can feel her on the verge of breaking, so I rip my fingers out.

“No—Zane—!”

Her cry’s half rage, half broken need.

I smear her juices all over my cock, stroking slow and steady as her cum coats every inch of me.

It glistens along my shaft, clinging to my skin, catching on the swollen veins that throb harder with every pass, begging for more.

I swirl my thumb over the tip, spreading her wetness across the slit, and a low, guttural growl tears from my chest because fuck, nothing’s ever felt this good.

I feel the faintest pull of her body, and I look down just in time to catch her dragging herself closer, grinding her pussy against my knee.

I grab her chin, forcing her to look up at me.

“Did I tell you to move?”

She blinks but there’s no innocence left in her eyes and even as her breath stutters, she doesn’t stop. Her hips grind forward again, dragging her pussy across my knee without a single care for what I’ll do to her or how I’ll punish her.

I slam my palm down beside her head, hard enough to rattle her bones.

“I said stay still.”

“Zane.” Her body fights it, but her greedy little cunt keeps grinding against me. “I...I can’t stop.”

She grinds down harder, the rough seam of my jeans catching her clit just right, and her eyes flutter as her lips part in a soundless moan. Her whole body trembles, her thighs clamping tight around my leg, desperate to keep me there, to stop me from pulling away.

But it only makes me want to ruin her more.

“You’re trying to come like that? By humping my leg?”