Page 22 of Venom (St. Sebastian’s at Cravenmoor Academy #1)

Venetia

T he silence that follows my declaration is thick enough to choke on.

It’s a silence filled with the scent of sweat, blood, and shattered male ego.

Rafferty is the first to break it, a low, appreciative laugh rumbling in his chest. He wipes a smear of blood from his lip with the back of his hand, his eyes alight with a feral, impressed glee. “I don’t mind sharing, trouble.”

“I’ll give you trouble,” Viper growls, looking like he wants to commit murder. His entire body is a rigid line of disbelief and pure, undiluted fury. He looks from me to Rafferty and back again, his mind clearly struggling to process that I just claimed them both.

But I’m done sitting on the sidelines. I reach out, my fingers tracing the angry red mark on Viper’s jaw where Rafferty’s fist connected.

He doesn’t even flinch. “You fight for me,” I murmur.

Then, I turn my hand and brush my thumb over Rafferty’s split lip.

He grins, a flash of white teeth against the blood. “Not over me.”

I drop my hands, my point made. But Rafferty isn’t letting this go just yet. He swoops down on me, picking me up by my waist. He is a mountain of a man, like Viper, and I shiver in his arms. I wrap my legs around him as his arms tighten, and I grind my pussy against him.

“Fuck, trouble,” he murmurs. “You’ve just raised the stakes.”

He strides off with me in his arms towards the locker rooms with Viper snarling behind us. I giggle and clasp my hands around the back of his neck. This is exactly what I need right now. I need to fuck away all of this anxiety and pent-up frustration, but not with Viper.

Oh no, that will come, but for now, he can watch if he insists on staying.

Rafferty slams me up against the lockers. I unwrap my legs from him, and he works quickly to unbutton my jeans as my feet hit the floor. “You sure about this?” he asks, without pausing.

“We’re fucking right now, and I don’t give a shit who walks in or sees us.”

He grins savagely. “Then let’s give them a fucking show.”

His hands are rough as he yanks down my jeans, enough for his cock to enter me, not enough for me to open my legs any wider than the denim allows.

He pushes my shirt up to grope my tits through my bra, and I love it.

Feral, violent. The first thrust is brutal, filling me completely and forcing a choked gasp from my lips.

He’s big, stretching me to my limit, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of slowing down.

Viper stands in the doorway watching us. His eyes are pure black ice, a storm of fury and something darker and more possessive than I’ve ever seen before. He watches Rafferty fuck me like he wants to murder him and claim me all at once.

But he doesn’t interfere.

“You like that?” Rafferty growls in my ear, his hips slamming against mine with a force that rattles the lockers.

“You like being fucked in front of him? Knowing he can see every dirty, filthy thing I do to you?” His grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging in with bruising force.

He fucks me harder, each thrust designed to push me over the edge, to make me scream.

I can feel the tension coiling in my gut, the tightening of my pussy as it clenches around his cock.

I’m close, so fucking close. “He can see you,” Rafferty murmurs, his voice a low growl in my ear.

“See how wet you are for me. How much you want this.”

I can feel Viper’s gaze burning into me, a scorching heat that only intensifies the sensation of Rafferty’s cock pounding into me.

It’s a twisted, thrilling dynamic—the raw, primal fucking from Rafferty and the searing, possessive stare from Viper.

I feel like a goddess being worshipped by two different kinds of devotion.

Rafferty’s hand moves from my breast to wrap around my throat, not squeezing but holding, claiming. “Look at him,” he commands, his voice a low growl in my ear. “Look at him while I fuck you.”

I turn my head to meet Viper’s eyes. They are a storm of emotions. Fury, lust, and a dark promise of retribution. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just stands there like a statue carved from rage and desire.

I moan, a sound of pure pleasure and defiance. “Yes,” I gasp out, clinging to his shoulders as he hammers into me. “Make me come for him.”

Rafferty lets out a low, dangerous chuckle.

His teeth graze my neck before biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

“You’re going to regret saying that, trouble.

” His grip on my throat tightens just enough for my breath to catch, and he uses his other hand to dip between my legs, his fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy.

He rubs in quick, tight circles, and the combination of his ruthless fucking and skilled touch sends me spiralling over the edge.

My orgasm rips through me, a brutal, shattering wave of pleasure that leaves me gasping and clinging to him as my pussy convulses around his cock.

My eyes close as Viper growls low and frightening.

Rafferty lets out a feral groan, his body tensing as he comes hard inside me, his hips jerking against mine in sharp, powerful thrusts. The aftershocks of my orgasm pulse through me, leaving me limp and panting.

“Get out,” Viper snarls, and there is a commotion at the doorway.

My eyes snap open, and I see him wrestling with three guys, first years, by the looks of them, eyes wide as they take in Rafferty fucking me. I laugh wickedly, more thrilled with Viper trying to maintain my dignity than with Rafferty’s cock still pulsing inside me.

Rafferty withdraws from me with a slick, satisfying sound, his cock thick and heavy with his cum.

He grins down at me, a conqueror’s smile, before stepping back to stash his dick.

His gaze flicks to Viper, who shoves the three gawking boys out into the gym with a final, snarled threat that has them scrambling away like startled rats.

Viper turns, his eyes pure thunder. If looks could kill, Rafferty and I would both be six feet under. He stalks towards us, every line of his body screaming murder.

I push myself off the lockers, my legs shaky, but my will forged in steel. Viper stops in front of me and reaches down to calmly pull up my jeans and button them. I feel fucking powerful. “Did Daddy enjoy watching his little girl be naughty?”

That catches Rafferty's attention, but I don’t look at him. My gaze never leaves Viper’s.

His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking violently in his cheek.

The fury in his eyes is a cold, dead thing now, a black hole that threatens to swallow me whole.

He moves so fast, I barely have time to register it.

One second, he’s a statue of rage; the next, his hand is clamped around my throat, slamming my back against the cold metal of the lockers. The impact jars my teeth.

His focus is a laser beam, burning into me.

“You think you can use him to get a rise out of me,” he whispers, his voice dropping to a lethal softness that is far more frightening than his rage.

“You think that makes you in control.” His free hand comes up, fisting in my hair at the nape of my neck and tilting my head back.

“But know this. When I fuck you, wildcat, it won’t be some grunting five-minute pump against a locker.

It will be an exorcism. I will fuck his memory right out of you, and you will scream my name until it’s the only fucking word you have left. ”

A shiver of pure, unadulterated want snakes down my spine. “Is that a promise?” I breathe, my voice a stranger to my ears.

His lips curve into a cruel, humourless smile. “Daddy is disappointed in you. You haven’t been a naughty girl, you’ve been trying to take control where you have none. It’s predictable.”

“Ah!” I gasp, as that is the biggest insult he could’ve handed to me. Bitch, slut, cum dumpster, none of those compare to being predictable. Another word for fucking boring. “How dare you?” I hiss.

“How dare I?” he asks, his voice one of cool control, but he lets go of my hair and slips his hand between my legs, squeezing gently.

“You’re filthy, Venetia. Let’s go and clean you up.

” He hauls me out of the locker room with Rafferty staring after us with an expression that is a cross between aroused and amused.

His words are a brand, searing into the frantic pulse at the base of my throat. He drags me through the gym, a conquering brute dragging his spoils from the battlefield.

Predictable. The insult is a shard of ice in my gut. He didn’t just dismiss my power play; he belittled it. He reduced my rebellion to a cliché, and the humiliation is a far more potent fuel than the lingering thrill of Rafferty’s touch.

“Get your fucking hands off me,” I snarl, twisting in his grip, but it’s useless. He’s a wall of unyielding muscle and cold fury.

He doesn’t even look at me. He just keeps moving, his stride long and purposeful, his destination clear. He drags me up the grand staircase and shoves me through the door to our room, slamming it shut with a resounding crack of finality that echoes the snapping of my control.

He spins me around, his eyes black pits of ice. The quiet, deadly calm is my undoing. I stare at him, my defiance warring with a cold dread. I opened Pandora’s Box, and now the monster is standing right in front of me, wearing a mask of absolute control. And he’s beautiful.