Page 90 of Venomous Kiss

“You do realize who you’re talking to, right?”

“Yes.”

“Who? And answer correctly, or I’ll spank it out of you.” His words send shivers over me.

“A man,” I say.

His jaw tics, and he shakes his head. “Who?” he asks again, gently grabbing my chin and lifting my face until I’m looking him dead in the eye. “You are talking to your husband… your very rich and powerful husband, who just so happens to have bought you a new car and a new closet full of clothes. Now, move in with me.”

“No,” I categorically state, stepping out of his reach. His touch is magical and will infect me. It will get me to agree to anything Reon wants easily. I have to stay away.

“Who are you talking to?” he asks, advancing on me.

“My fake husband.” I smile. “Or better yet, the man I can make drop to his knees before me.”

“Oh, yes, for you, I’m a begging man. For you, I’m a pleaser. Only for you, Caterpillar,” he croons, then he drops to his knees.

My eyes widen. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not enough to get you out of my fucking head, that’s for sure.”

“Good,” I reply, then turn on my heel, walk straight into my bedroom, and go to bed.

THIRTY-THREE

REON

“Caterpillar,” I say softly as I step down the hallway, shedding my clothes as I walk.

“Shut up, Reon. I need to shower and sleep.”

“I can help with that,” I offer from her doorway, where I stand completely naked. She shakes her head, her hair falling out of the bun as she pulls out the tie.

“No, you’ve already done that,” she replies as she starts for the bathroom. Pausing at the threshold, she glares at me from over her shoulder. And even with the alcohol running through my blood, I know she’s angry at me.

“Um, Lilith, why is a naked man standing in your doorway?” someone asks from behind me.

I turn to see a lady standing at the door with a bag of food. She walks in and places it on the counter.

“Aunt Linda, this is Reon, my supposed husband.” I look back at her with a smirk.

“I like the sound of that,” I say.

“Of what?” she asks. Pulling a towel off the rack, she wraps it around herself, then grabs another one off a shelf.

“The husband part. I like when you call me that. It’s like you’re talking dirty to me.”

“No, it’s not. Now, cover yourself. You’re naked.”

“I don’t think your boyfriend will like that,” I say, waggling my brows.

“My boyfriend?” Lilith asks, confused.

She laughs when I indicate my very hard cock, which is very interested in being inside of her.

“Did you just call your cock my boyfriend?”

“Yep.” I nod.