Page 107 of Lovely Venom

I don’t like his observation, mostly because it’s true, and I don’t need him to point that out right now.

“Can’t you just be a dick to me and get it over with?” I sigh.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He pushes the fabric of my dress up over my hips.

I draw in a shaky breath as he slips his finger beneath the band of my thong, snapping it against my skin.

“Are you sore, gattina?” His hand dips between my thighs.

“Yes, but I don’t care.”

He hums his approval, slowly guiding my dress up over my head. When he tosses it aside, all that’s left is a thong, heels, and the weight of his heavy gaze.

“No bra?” He eases his body over mine, palming my bare breasts with lazy reverence.

“Cristian.” I heave out a frustrated breath.

I just want him to wreck me already.

“You’ll get fucked when you can admit how much you like this.” He slides his hands up over my arms, pinning my wrists to the bed while he licks my nipple.

“We don’t even like each other,” I moan as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.

“No?” He lifts his head, teasing my other nipple and triggering a full-body shiver. “For someone who hates me, you sure do make a lot of noise when I fuck you.”

“God, you drive me insane,” I groan.

“I know.” He kisses his way down my abdomen and tugs my thong aside. “Just look at how wet you are for me.”

Before I can come up with a retort, he spreads me apart and gives me a long, slow lick.

My back bows, and I drag in a shallow breath, desperate for him to do it again. But someone knocks on the door, interrupting us.

“If you value your beating heart, you’ll get the fuck out of here while you still can,” Cristian grunts, refusing to let his attention waver.

I stare down at him with wide eyes, about to tell him it’s not that serious. Before I can, he grips my thighs tighter and starts to devour me.

An obscene sound falls from my mouth just as Mariella calls out from the other side of the door.

“Is Chantel in there with you?”

“Oh God,” I mumble, not even remotely prepared for anyone else to know about this.

“You have three seconds to answer me before I open this door, Cristian,” Mariella threatens.

Since he can’t be bothered to stop eating me out, it leaves me no choice.

“I’m here,” I choke out, my voice pitching higher as he sucks on my clit.

There’s a brief pause before Mariella answers. “Are you okay? You looked rattled⁠—”

“She’s fine,” Cristian growls. “Go away.”

“Cristian—”

It’s all I manage before he nips at my clit, drawing an audible gasp from me.

“Let me enjoy this.” He soothes the sting with his tongue.