Page 87 of Poison Touch

“Want to try me?” She lightly chuckles. I push strands of her hair away from her face. She leans into the light touch. “So I was right,” I say.

“About what?”

“You being fucking drenched.” I wrap her hair around my hand, then pull her mouth to mine. I brush my lips against hers. “Someday soon, I will fuck you in that dress,” I promise again, not wanting her to forget. Her eyes look deep in thought. “What’s wrong?”

“The song you played,Under Your Scars. Why?”

We all have scars. Some are deeper and more jagged than others. Without her scars of anguish and loss, I wouldn’t be with her right now. From the moment I saw her, I wanted her. I claimed her as mine. I don’t know how long I’ll get to keep her, so all I want to do is sink into this moment and live under her scars.

“It fits us,” I say, then bite her lower lip, dragging it between my teeth until it slips free. “It just fits us.”

26

KINSLEY

“Where did you go last night?”Eden asks.

Hmm… let’s see. I kicked a rapist’s ass, then I got off by the leader of Venom—who may or may not be a killer.

After Edge and I went our separate ways Saturday night, I called Luca to pick me up and take me home. I wasn’t sure where I stood with Edge—if anywhere. It’s not like we have anything else except this crazy strong attraction to each other. He wanted to drive me home, but that would have been a very bad idea. The trust issue I’m developing with myself is becoming unhealthy. Which, by the way, I had to tell myself over and over that I deserved that mind-blowing orgasm after kicking the shit out of a rapist. Then I screamed into my pillow for half an hour, telling myself how stupid and weak I was for wanting it so bad.

Aside from the not-so-regretful mind-blowing orgasm, I found out Kade did not kill my dad. I’m not sure how obvious my perusal of his torso was, but I wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass without catching a glimpse of his shirtless body. Hence, the only one left of Venom, who I’m not sure is a killer or not, is the one who masterfully summoned the otherworldly epic orgasm out of me.

What if they’re all innocent? The idea never occurred to me. What if I’ve had this whole thing wrong from the beginning? No, there are too many coincidences, too many tells… right?

Eden and Bryce came by the dojo to check it out. Luca showed up a little after they did. He began showing Bryce a few entry positions and moves. By the looks and laughs from each of them, both seem pretty happy to be dom and sub—I mean, the teacher and student. I catch Luca’s expression a couple of times, and he has a huge smile each time. His eyes also have a glint that may or may not be naughty.

“Want to walk across the street and get a couple of subs?” I pull Eden to her feet from the mat.

“Sure.” She’s not nearly as invested or excited about learning martial arts as Bryce. But if I had to guess, I bet Luca has a lot to do with that.

“We’ll be back. Going to Val’s,” I call over to Luca. “You want the usual?”

“Yeah,” he grunts as he holds Bryce in a submissive position and proceeds to teach him how to maneuver his way out of it.

As we walk out, a guy with dark hair and a toned fighter’s build comes in. “I’m looking for Trey Mitchell.”

“Yeah, he’s in the back. I’ll get him,” I say.

My uncle is sitting at his desk doing paperwork.

“Hey, there’s some guy here to see you. He looks very MMA-like.”

He sets down his pen and removes his glasses. There’s a long sigh as he gets up and goes out into the main room of the dojo. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, I want you to train me.”

My uncle slips his hands into the pockets of his joggers. “I’m sorry. I can’t help you.”

He turns away and goes to walk back into his office when the guy grabs his arm. Uncle Trey’s eyes light with disbelief and fire as they intersect the stranger’s.

The guy instantly drops his arm. “Sorry, man. Listen, I heard you’re the best around here and?—”

“I don’t train fighters who fight for money,” my uncle interrupts.

The steroid juice or whatever he’s taken has him reaching his next level of anger fast. I want to ask him where he’s fought, but I don’t want to give anything away to any of the other company in the room.

“It’s not for?—”