Page 162 of Lovely Venom

“I’m not,” she sniffs.

“You have tears streaming down your face.”

“Allergies.” She hitches a shoulder.

“Okay, then tell me why your allergies are so upset.”

“I don’t know,” she sobs.

I lift her into my arms and carry her to our bathroom. After I set her on her feet, I strip us both down and guide her into the shower.

“I’m sorry.” She looks up at me with glassy eyes as I wipe her tears away. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” I assure her.

“I just wanted to make you breakfast.” She blows out a breath. “You’ve been working so hard and not getting enough sleep, and I wanted to do something nice for you.”

“I appreciate your effort.” I brush away the batter on her face. “But I don’t care if you can make pancakes. Believe it or not, I was already in too deep before I learned about your abominable cooking skills.”

She laughs, and some of her stress dissolves as she searches my eyes. “Were you really?”

“You have no idea.” My thumb ghosts along her jaw, and she shivers.

“And here I thought you hated me,” she teases. “Did all of that arguing make you hard?”

“So fucking hard.” I drag her closer, gripping her ass roughly. “If you only knew what was going through my mind.”

“I liked fighting with you too,” she confesses.

“I know.”

“Of course you do.” She rolls her eyes. “I figured you knew exactly what you were doing when you took that tone with me.”

“What tone?” My voice darkens as I bite at her throat. “The one where I tell you to take my cock like a good girl?”

“Yes,” she moans.

“It wasn’t a rhetorical question, dea.” I smack her ass and spin her around as she gasps. “Put your hands on the wall, and bend over.”

She does exactly that, and I let out a low groan of satisfaction as my gaze drifts over her.

“I like it when you do what you’re told.” I slide my palm up the curve of her spine and grip her hair, pulling her head back until she meets my gaze.

“Okay, but let’s be real. You also like it when I’m a brat.”

I lean over her and capture her mouth, appreciating that her flexibility allows me to bend and fuck her however I want.

When I let her come up for air, she’s breathless, dazed, and completely unprepared for the sting of my palm against her ass. She lets out a little yelp that goes straight to my cock, and I keep going until she’s covered in my handprints.

I make her come twice before I bury my cock inside her and unload. Now when our guests arrive, she should be too well-fucked to stress about it.

After I clean her up, I give her some space to get ready for the day. While she’s in the bathroom drying her hair, Romeo calls out to me from down the hall.

“You decent?”

I step out and join him at the end of the corridor.

“It’s weird I have to ask you that now,” he says.