Page 95 of Lovely Venom

His dark laughter melts over me like honey, and my lips tilt into a half-smile, gratified that my humor amuses him. But before I can be too pleased with myself, I feel the bed shift as he moves, and a moment later, he lifts me into his arms.

Carrying me to the edge of the bed, he sets me onto my knees so I’m facing the mirror.

Standing behind me, he presses a palm between my shoulder blades and guides my upper body down to rest on my forearms.

“Are you a good girl, dea?” He trails his fingers down my spine, his touch far too gentle for the dark promise in his voice.

I already know where this is going. We’ve reached the punishment part of the program.

A shiver moves through me as he strokes the curves of my bare ass, gripping both cheeks and spreading me apart.

“Did you like making me watch you with him?”

The question hangs in the air, a single word reverberating through my mind.

“You were watching⁠—”

The sharp, hot crack of his palm collides with my ass, cutting off whatever I was trying to say. Before I can circle back to that thought or even string together a sentence, he delivers another blow.

My throat ejects a broken sound, and he responds by smacking me harder.

“Three years, Chantel.”

Hearing my name on his lips splinters something inside me. It’s a reminder that this is so much more personal than it was ever meant to be.

“I know,” I force out.

He slaps me right between the thighs, and I jolt, squirming as he soothes the sting with his fingers.

A soft whimper pulls from my chest, and he grabs my jaw, tilting my head back until our gazes meet. It’s an intense amount of eye contact, and we maintain it as he rains down hell on my ass.

He doesn’t hold back, and it’s making me wetter than anything else we’ve ever done. When he stops to sink his fingers inside me, there’s no denying it.

“You love it when it’s like this.” He leans into me, teeth scraping against my ear. “Don’t you, baby?”

Something inside me melts when he calls me that, and I nod along, letting out a shallow breath.

Slowly, he pushes his fingers in and out of me as he bites his way down my back. The combination of rough and gentle overwhelms my senses, and I don’t know what to expect next.

I know better than to believe he’ll let me come so easily, but I chase after it anyway as pressure builds. Right before I get there, he stops.

When I whine about it, he withdraws his fingers and slaps my pussy.

“Oh God⁠—”

I choke on the words as he does it four more times, leaving me tender and overstimulated.

I’m so distracted by my own woes, I’m not expecting it when he grabs me by the hips and thrusts into me.

A strangled cry wrenches from my lungs as he goes straight to fucking me rough and deep.

Fisting a handful of my hair, he pulls my head back until I’m staring at our reflections in the mirror.

“Watch me fuck you,” he commands.

It would be impossible not to. Once my gaze fixates on us, it won’t let go.

There’s something so hot about watching this beast of a man absolutely destroy me. He was built to claim, and I already know I’m going to feel him for days.