Page 59 of Sweet Venom

And she stuck to her act for a bit, refusing to move her hands and biting her lip so no sound would come out.

But then I called her a good girl, and she detonated in my mouth, shaking and screaming.

Violet wasscreaming.

And, fuck me, my cock twitches at the memory.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’ve had screamers and theatrical moaners. I’ve had dirty talkers and silent girls, and they all felt so good. But none of them made me as rock fucking hard as when I was eating Violet’s pussy.

I was turned on at the knowledge that I could trigger those reactions from the most silent little lamb who still can’t look at me sometimes.

And I shouldn’t have beenthatturned on.

Because I despise Violet Winters just as much as I despise all the other people who couldn’t help Mom.

Maybe I despise her more because she’s clearly able to save others—like she did with Mario.

Fucking girl slammed into him as if she were bulletproof.

Which brings me to my point that someone wants my prey killed. Probably Julian.

However, when I confronted him about it yesterday, he had the most impressive poker face. Besides, he doesn’t usually intervene in my games.

But he does love meddling, so I don’t know what the fuck he’s planning. I did tell him I’d mess with his plans within the Callahan company if he dares to put his nose where it doesn’t belong, though.

I don’t give a fuck who has a vendetta against Violet. I’m the only one who’ll slice her delicate neck open—but that doesn’t mean I won’t toy with her in the meantime.

Last night, she was in a daze after she came all over mymouth, messing up my lips with her sweet fucking taste that I couldn’t stop licking. Her cheeks were flushed the deepest shade of red, making the freckles stand out against her porcelain skin.

The ding of the oven was the only thing that snapped her out of her reverie, because she jumped from the counter, gathering the pieces of her shirt around her and grabbing another apron to hide her nakedness.

“Can you go?” There wasn’t her usualpleasein the question as she pulled a plate of lasagna from the oven. “Dahlia will be here any minute.”

I was in the mood to make her choke on my rock-hard cock that she was avoiding looking at—or maybe she was avoiding looking at me—but I got a text from Mario’s replacement, Larson, informing me that her sister was indeed approaching the apartment. Before I left, however, I made Violet give me a slice of lasagna in exchange for my leaving.

She looked at me as if I was weird, but she did give me a slice in a plastic container, then practically shoved me out of the apartment.

It was the best lasagna I’ve ever had.

Which is why I texted her a few hours later.

Me

You’re not a bad cook.

Violet

Who’s this?

Who else has the capacity to have your phone number?

Right. Thanks for the backhanded compliment. I guess.

It wasn’t backhanded.Your lasagna is the second-best thing I’ve ever tasted. The first is your cunt.

You’re honestly crazy.

Only just realizing that now? I thought the stalking and murder would’ve given me away.