Page 106 of Venomous Kiss

All she has to do is ask.

Last week, I tied her to the bed, and she giggled like a schoolgirl.

I could have killed her.

Instead, I fucked her until she was screaming, then I ate her pussy and made her come on my mouth multiple times.

It was a great day.

“I’ll always catch you, caterpillar,” I call out as I see her dart behind a tree. I move to the other side of the trunk and reach for her. Grabbing her roughly, I pull the mask off and thread my fingers through her hair before I lean down and pinch her nipple hard. “Now, do you want it in your mouth or pussy first?”

“Mouth,” she replies without hesitation.

Turning her around, I bend her over and, without even a word of warning, slam into her. She’s already wet; I knew she would be. She was playing with herself the minute she got here.

“I said mouth,” she pants.

“And I don’t care. You aren’t in charge.”

She chuckles and lifts her hand to mine, which is wrapped around her hair. She grips my hand and holds on as I slam into her.

“Tell me, Reon.” I know what she wants to hear—she always wants the same thing lately. I slap her ass with my other hand before I spread her cheeks and slip my finger between them as my cock slides in and out of her.

“You are mine, wife.”

“Yes,” she breathes.

No lies, no hesitations.

She is mine, and I am hers.

Lilith

Dear Diary,

All my broken pieces are not as bad as I thought they were.

Actually, they fit perfectly with his.

This will be my last entry because now I don’t need to tell you all about my life or how fucked-up my head is anymore.

I tell my husband, and he revels in it.

Just as a good husband should do.

xox