Page 34 of Venomous Kiss

She doesn’t know that we were matched by the Society, mainly by her brother. If members aren’t married by the age of thirty, the Society picks for us to limit our chances of being taken advantage of.

It’s usually a perfect match.

And Maya is the perfect woman, I have no doubt.

But she just isn’t my perfect woman.

I hate that the most.

If I hadn’t spoken to my caterpillar that day, she may very well be my woman. But the minute I approached her, instead of watching Lilith from afar, I was fucked.

No matter how much I want to kill her, I want to keep her for myself more.

“You’re tense.” Maya’s hands land on my chest, rubbing them up and down my black button-up shirt. My hand slides into my pocket, clasping the box that sits in there, a box that doesn’t belong to the woman touching me right now. I let her touch me because to push her away would be wrong.

Though, who the fuck am I to say anything is wrong?

My entire life is defined by corruption and immorality.

“I’m tired,” I say as I capture her hand to stop it from roaming over my body. She interprets it as an invitation to step closer so that our bodies are almost touching. Her tongue darts out and licks her lips as she stares at my mouth. Should I kiss her? I’ve kissed her a handful of times, and that’s as far as we’ve gone. Because kissing her felt wrong, especially when I was enamored by a woman whose lips I haven’t kissed, though I fear if I did kiss her, it would have ended me entirely.

Maybe I should fuck her senseless. She may soak her way into my veins, and maybe I’ll become addicted to the black-haired beauty before me who clearly wants me.

“Is that you, Reon? Oh, I’m such a huge fan.” I freeze at that voice. Maya smiles at the words coming from the woman behind her.

Looking over Maya’s shoulder, I see her—her hair is now a vibrant red. Her smile alone could drop a man to his knees. Her hand rests on her chest, just above her heart, as Maya turns to face her.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ve been fascinated with planes since a year ago when the pilot made me come as he was flying. Really, it was out of this world. And ever since then,”—her eyes widen as she makes a hand gesture—“obsessed.”

“It’s quite all right.” Maya sputters a laugh at her words. “Reon is a master of the sky. I’m sure he would be willing to take a photo with you,” Maya says, her hand still on my chest.

Lilith’s gaze zeroes in on the spot before she looks Maya dead in the eye. “Bless you. Aren’t you just the sweetest thing ever created.” Her emotionless chocolate eyes lock onto mine. “Would you be a gentleman and do so, please? It would make my day.” She fights a smug smile.

Color me impressed.

Since when did my little caterpillar become a fucking actress? Here she is, standing there, a vision of pure darkness, conniving and everything I fucking want. Her darkness always wants to play with mine, and I revel in it.

I lost track of her after the party a few weeks ago and haven’t seen her since. Trust me when I say I’ve tried. Her alias hasn’t shown any activity. It’s as if she vanished into thin air.

So, it’s been a dead end.

But here she stands, in a blue dress cut low between her breasts, which I’ve had the pleasure of tasting, and giving me a look that could make me crawl…

FOURTEEN

LILITH

Dear Diary,

I can’t stay away.

Believe me when I say I’ve tried.

Like a caterpillar trying to turn into a butterfly, it’s impossible to stop it unless you die.

And if I die, I’m taking him with me.

Deadly smile and all.