Sweet Touch of Venom (Lethal Love #1)

33. Venom

Chapter 33

Venom

Location:

Still here, unfortunately.

Operation: This was a trap.

R onan’s blood has settled on my taste buds, sparking this twisted spark of desire between my thighs, showing how sick I truly am.

“Suck it,” he croaks through a low pants.

Alarm bells ring in my head as my body heats from what he’s asking me to do. My brow deepen.

He glares down at me, spreading his long fingers that are back around my neck and giving it a tighter squeeze. “I said. Suck. It.”

My breath comes out choppy, and I can just bite his thumb off and spit it back in his face, but instead my tongue sticks out further, tasting more of his salt and I suck. He watches with pure intensity, the fire streaming off us of both as I tilt my head and swirl my tongue, flicking over where the blood dripped off his finger. Then I close my lips, applying a little more pressure, bobbing my head only slightly. And it all only increases the pressure between my thighs.

He releases a low groan mixed with a growl, becoming greedier and stuffing his thumb deeper. “That’s it, little snake. Suck it all. Then I want you to swallow.”

His stupid praise sends a shock wave to my pussy, and I yank my head away, appalled by myself. I still don’t hock up the spit. He makes sure of it by grabbing my chin and twisting me back to see his heavy gaze.

“Swallow,” he demands.

I glower at him and swallow the saliva and blood mixture, actually enjoying how warm and gooey it feels going down my throat, how metallic it tastes on my palette. His grins vilely as I lick over my lips. It’s permanently plastered on my tongue. I’ll forever taste that part of him. I look him in the eye with disgust; his stare is intense. And he only looks more enraptured. “You’re sick.”

He grins again. “I am.” Leaning forward, his hot mouth grazing over the shell of my ear, his hand goes to my nape, tugging me closer. “But is it me that’s sick, or the one that enjoys the taste of my blood?”

Goddammit.

I purse my lips, wanting to push him off to show him how much I hate him, but my body won’t move.

He leans back, brushing his thumb under my chin, leering at my mouth with the hunger I’ve never seen from any man. I already know what’s coming now. He lowers, but I cut him off, turning my face. “Only a peck.”

He swiftly brings his hand up, mushing my cheeks like a fish and whipping my face back to him. He clenches his jaw; the rows poking from his jaw, his eyes wild.

“Do. Not,” he grits dangerously. “Tell me how to kiss you.” He smashes his thumb to my lower lip, pushing it down to widen my mouth. “Do you understand?”

I only nod, my teeth grind against the sides of my mouth. The banter at the tip of my tongue. Who am I anymore?

“Good. Now open your fucking mouth, so I can taste you.”

Hot flames implode on my cheeks. “And if I don’t?”

He cracks a devilish smile. “You love to challenge me, little snake.” I wince as he squeezes just a little harder, stoking the ache on the inside of my mouth. “But you’ll find every single time that you do, the consequences will only get worse,” he responds in his native tongue.

Is that a threat?

Before I can respond that I know exactly what he said, he lowers his hand from my jaws finally, tilts his head and dips his lips to mine, and I immediately catch my breath. I pin my eyes on him, and he returns my gaze. That could be awkward for anyone, but it’s his way of watching to make sure I don’t falter in the deal, and it’s my way to ensure it’s a simple thing. Nothing more.

At first, it’s the softest touch, not too hard, not too soft where it’s unnoticeable, but with his full lips, warm and gentle. Lips that you dream to kiss. It’s nice.

My heart picks up a ruthless pace; we both bring our heads back, examining deeper into each other’s eyes. Searching for the ends to the out. A reason to stop right here, right now. No more.

His breath is low as it fans over my bangs, our decision set and stone through energy that’s unspoken.

We should stop. Stop. Stop.

The chants die when we move in slowly, my head tilting, the stache above his lip brushing against the rim under my nose. He kisses me again, this time a little firmer. Another spark shoots down my stomach, invading my cunt. I catch his lush lips, my back arching into him, my hands rise clinging to his wrist.

I pull away again, his fingers thread in the back of my hair with a grip, but I don’t care. I bite my lip and glance at the scar; my tongue swipes out, licking softly and tracing the mark. He lets out a low growl, diving his hand deeper into my hair while the other cups my jaw, holding me. He crushes his mouth on mine, pinning me against the wall. I open my mouth up for him to taste all of me. To get all of him. His tongue enters, licking and swirling. I melt into his body, my eyes shuttering close. He works his mouth on me like a man possessed, a man who knows exactly what he’s doing. I lick his tongue, a moan escaping my throat, and he catches it. The kiss becomes harsh and intoxicating. Our mouths work against each other, nipping, biting, and licking—the story is telling itself, exploring all the nooks and crannies like we’re searching for gold. It’s abundantly clear that this is exactly what we both wanted.

My hands claw to his back, grabbing at it to crush him against me, to have his strong muscles flexing under my touch. I need more, so I stand on my tiptoes, reaching my arms up and grabbing onto his hair mid-kiss. My face tilts to get a better entrance. He releases my neck, lowering himself slightly and circling an arm under my ass, to press me tighter to him. Wanting more, he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock beneath the thin slacks.

Banana my ass.

His large hand stretches along my ass, squeezing hard enough to cause pain. I moan again, grinding against him, visioning him deep in me and not hiding behind such a frail fabric. I pull his hair harder, his deep grunt filling my mouth from the grip. My pussy is heating with molten liquid soaking through my panties. She throbs so badly it hurts. Painfully.

Oh, fuck.

Ronan reciprocates, pushing slowly up into me and using his strength to lift me up and down on his cock. He starts dry fucking me against the wall, letting the hard tip of him tap on my swollen clit. Over and over until I’m squeezing him tighter, the muscles in his ass flexing. I could burst into stars right now from the friction alone.

I squeeze my eyes with parted lips as I let out a slur of tiny moans. My mind is fuzzy, no coherent thoughts or words can process besides, “Keep doing that. Please.” I pant as my hips rock with his strong hands.

“Shhh, amor. The students may hear you getting casually dry fucked by their headmaster. Is that what you want?” Worry almost hits me, but not for long. It quickly vanishes as he goes faster, knocking his dick right on my bud repeatedly, causing my body to jerk up each thrust, and I’m nearly convulsing.

“You’re evil,” I whimper as he devours my lips again. They are the softest ones I’ve ever encountered and possessive.

“Hmm, tell me something I don’t know,” he groans through our salacious kiss. He presses up while thrusting me down to grind harder. Sensational flutters swing like ropes, wrapping around my senses. Our tongues twisting to match our rhythm; every lick, I lick back, every twist he responds. We’re so in sync it’s dizzying my mind. The kisses are so deep it’s scratching to the surface of my lost soul.

He captures my lip between his teeth in a lofty groan. I wince with a shudder, tingles course down my legs.

His tongue sweeps out, licking the infliction. “Do you want me to make you come?” He breathes heavy against my mouth, continuing his delirious dick torture.

My body twinkles in response. Submission at its finest. “Yes. Please, yes.”

He smirks, roaming his mouth along my jaw and to my ear. He plants a feathery kiss right under the lobe of the sensitive part of the neck. “You want to come on my tongue like a dirty little snake, or on my fingers?”

Please both. My eyes shutter closed from the velvety kisses along my neckline. I glide my fingers down his suit, finding the zipper. I unlatch it, aching to get a touch of his skin, to feel something besides cotton and polyester.

I want to fuck him. I want nothing more than that. “Whichever one will give you a better taste, Poison .” My hand finds a home through the inches of the collar. It’ll have to work for now. My fingers slip inside his and underneath, my fingers seer into his smooth chest, even some welted grooves rolling over my pads. His chest tenses up and he stops. As if reality slams down on us, he pulls away, resting his forehead on mine, my heart thumping painfully against my ribs, my lips screaming to continue, to get that shot of his poison again.

But he only wraps his hands around my wrist and lowers them from the connection on his skin. Heat blazes on my forehead, disappointment swimming up my stomach, catching a hook into my throat and yanking the ache.

He tosses my wrist down as if they caught on fire. That only makes me even more nausea, the burn in me extinguishes. I catch my breath from that earth-shattering kiss and I gaze at him with confusion. His eyes close; he lowers me down and then backs up several inches from me. Once his eyes open, all I witness are black glimmers. The man I kissed is no longer present.

Before I can open my mouth to question, he cuts me off.

“The deals done.” He doesn’t even bother avoiding contact. His jaw is so rock solid it could break a wall. His attitude changed from a man ready to eat me alive to a cold and hard exterior. “And it won’t happen again.”

I ignore the stab in my chest. I don’t indulge. I don’t bother to question what happened. Why the switch?

And what did I do?

I leave it alone because I shouldn’t be feeling the pain of rejection. I shouldn’t be experiencing anything besides meeting the end of a deal to earn a spot. I lost, and that’s all. Time to move on.

I nod, lifting from the wall and fixing my hair from the ruffling of him digging into it. “I agree.” Avoiding his hard thickness as he readjusts himself and the wet smear rubbing between my thighs.

I peer up at the clouds. I can’t look at him and get a flush to my cheeks from embarrassment. He clears his throat and heads out, busting out the doors hard enough to break them.

My chest sinks as I avert my gaze to the floor where he stood. “Fuck, I’m so stupid.” I kneel, shielding my face with my arm.

You’re not like them, Anita. You don’t get to have a normal life anymore. You are a killer now. There is no happily ever after. Revenge is your purpose.

General words circulate in my head. Pain stabs in my heart, the thickness expanding in my throat. I close my eyes, inhaling then releasing. That was supposed to make me feel at ease. Only it does the complete opposite.

What the hell happened?