Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Sinead steps forward with a hand up. “Asher. Maybe we should—”
“—Get out.”
They glance at the glass. “The guy on the patio...”
Without breaking eye contact from Ivy, I repeat, “Get. Out.”
Movement stirs to my side before the door clicks shut and then it’s just me and her and my rage.
Silence.
“You’re bleeding on your sheets.” Her head tilts as she follows each drop.
My lip twitches into a sneer. “Not my bed.”
But my fucking woman.
My hands close around her ankles, dragging her down the bed until she hangs over the edge. I snatch the burned-out joint from her fingers, flicking it into the corner. When she catches my wrists to steady herself, I see the bandage wrapped around her hand.
“What—”
She jerks her hand away.
I plant my fists beside her head and hold her there, my hips braced against hers. Blood drips onto her collarbone, tracing the curve of her shoulder.
I tilt my head. “Did you fuck them?” Pause. “In my house.”
She laughs, sarcasm dying in her throat. “Would you rather I fuck them in your office?”
I tense.
“Over the same desk you did Camille?” She adds.
Oh, we can play that game…
“Would you rather it was you?” I say, tossing her words back at her like I didn’t wish it was.
She doesn’t answer.
I lean in until my lips brush her ear. “Should I get one of your toys back in here?” I drag a knuckle down her cheek, leaving a red smudge.
My fingers close around her throat. “Maybe get him to finish you off. Clearly he didn’t fuck you hard enough to knock the attitude out of you.”
She glares up at me like the little venomous monster she is. “You fucked her.”
My mouth snaps closed.
Her lashes fan out over her cheeks when she blinks, but there’s no real fight in her. “In front of me.”
“Get naked and make it look real.”
Camille groans, dragging a finger down my chest. “Why can’t we fuck for real? It’s not like you haven’t hit it already.”
I slap her hand away and haul her in by the throat. “Because I don’t fucking want to, that’s why. Because fucking you is about as fun as doing it myself.”
My knee drives between her thighs, forcing them apart as my hand stays firm around her throat. I shift my weight until she has no choice but to feel me.
I grind against her, trying to swallow how fucking good it feels. A low growl rolls from my chest. “You want to talk about fucking, Venom?”
Her body bends into mine, the movement so small I know she’s fighting it.
“You put on this little show.” I roll my hips, dragging her over my cock. “You invite strangers into my house.” I roll again.
Her nipples harden against my chest as she presses closer.
“…And you think I don’t know exactly what you’re doing?”
Her hands fly back to my wrist. “Enlighten me.”
She’s so fucking close, her attention shifting between my lips and my eyes.
“You’re jealous.” I slide my free hand down her side and hook two fingers into the sheer waistband of her underwear. “Furious that I fucked Camille.”
My mouth hovers over her pulse as I try to block out all the things that made me obsessed with her in the first place.
Her nails bite into my wrists. “I don’t care who you fuck.”
I lift my head, my eyes widening. “Liar.”
“Bet you’re fucking wet.” I push my hips down, pinning her there. “All this rage. All this hatred.”
Dragging my tongue up her throat, I regret it the instant her taste hits me, and I ain’t talking about just her skin.
“And your body’s begging for me anyway.”
She writhes beneath me, though I can’t tell if she’s fighting my hold or grinding into it, so I shift an inch anyway, forcing her to chase it.
“It’s fucking foreplay to you,” I murmur against her jaw.
She starts to sit up, drawing two deep breaths as though weighing her next move. Before she can do some crazy shit like kiss me, I press my thumb into the hollow of her throat, holding her there.
“Say it.” I keep my gaze fixed on hers. “Tell me you want me.”
Her eyelids droop, her mouth twisting. “Fuck you.”
I laugh, releasing her throat and pushing off the bed, leaving her flushed and panting.
Backing up, I tilt my head. “Camille screamed my name when she came.”
My lip twitches. “Three times.”
I don’t look back. If I do, I’ll fucking drown in her.
“Sweet dreams, Venom.”
I make my way down the hall, ignoring every fucking idiot that’s doing a mad dash for the front door. She wanted my attention? She fucking got it. Now I want nothing more than to rip hers from her too.
As soon as I’m locked in my office, I let out a deep breath. Fuck. I probably deserved it. No, I definitely deserved it. The Camille show was uncalled for and not exactly my style, but I know it’s what she expects of me. It’s what she’d expect someone my age to do after being hurt by the one person he never expected to hurt him. So I gave it to her on a silver platter. But her retaliation wasn’t expected. Ivy’s always been too unbothered to be messy.