Page 170 of Lovely Venom

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CHANTEL

A soft knock on the bathroom door startles me, and when I hear Cristian’s voice on the other side, I turn into a jittery mess of nerves.

“You okay, gattina?”

“I’m good,” I squeak. “I’m just doing my hair. I’ll be out in a little while.”

There’s a pause before he replies. “I’ll be in my office.”

I let out a relieved breath as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I actually finished getting ready about ten minutes ago, but I’ll probably need another ten minutes at least to calm myself.

Just rip it off like a Band-Aid.

I touch up my lipstick to give my hands something to do, and then I give myself a once-over. I went all out on the hair and makeup just like I would if I was preparing for a show. I opted for vintage waves, winged eyeliner, and a cherry red lip.

The outfit is a little simpler, consisting of a black bustier, opera gloves, a thong, garter belt, and stockings. I know Abella said to prepare for a mauling afterward, but I really think getting railed within an inch of my life will help settle my nerves before I tell him.

When I finally feel like I’m ready, I step into my heels and steel myself with one last breath.

My heels echo down the corridor as I approach Cristian’s office. The door is open, and when I step into the frame, he glances up from his desk and drinks me in with a smoldering gaze.

Before he can say anything, I approach him, and he turns his chair to face me.

I step between his legs and brush my gloved fingers along his jaw as I stare down at the most handsome face I’ve ever seen.

“I knew you were a hot math nerd.” My lips quirk as I take in the black-framed glasses I didn’t know he had.

“Does that please you, Mrs. Vitale?” His voice dips as he reaches out and slides his palms up the back of my thighs.

A shiver rolls down my spine as pleasure sparks inside me. I never could have known when I started this game how much I’d come to enjoy it. But every time he refers to me as his wife, something in me melts.

His hands continue to wander, groping my ass while he eye-fucks me. I know he’s about to throw me on the desk and have his way if I don’t take control soon.

I lift my knee and press it between his legs, settling it on the edge of the chair. Using his tie for leverage, I pull him closer and clutch his jaw, my lips a breath from his.

“Don’t forget your manners, baby.”

Amusement flickers in his dark gaze, and I don’t doubt he’s recalling the first time he said that to me.

“I’m sorry, cara. Were you expecting a gentleman?”

“Do I ever?” I muse.

Working my fingers up his tie, I loosen the knot and pull it from his collar. After I toss that onto his desk, I move on to his shirt, slipping the buttons free and slowly peeling apart the fabric.

I let out a little hum of pleasure as I uncover the solid expanse of his upper body and that perfect landscape of olive skin.

Sinking to my knees on the floor, I lean over the hard length of his erection and kiss my way down his abdomen, leaving lipstick prints as I go.

A visible shudder runs through him, and when I look up at him, the fire in his eyes heats my blood.

I glide my hands up the length of his muscular calves and over his solid thighs, widening them as I dip my head closer.

He lets out a broken breath as I kiss a path along the heavy swell of his cock through the material of his trousers. When I reach his belt buckle, I hold his gaze while I unfasten his pants.

“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” he rasps. “If you only knew how many times I thought about you doing this.”