Page 212 of Tempting Venom
His lips curl in a smile and I frown. “Why are you smiling now?”
“You just look so adorable.”
“Stop smiling.”
“You’re the one who told me I should smile all the time, though.”
“When the fuck did I say that?”
“A long time ago. You said I look pretty when I smile.”
“I mean you do—” I cut myself off, and he grins wider.Can I fucking die, right this moment, please and thank you?
I can’t believe I consciously called him pretty.
Seriously, kill me.
I clear my throat, trying to dispel the situation. “Hey, Marcus?”
“Hmm?” His voice is husky and he sounds obviously tired. I feel bad for keeping him up when he clearly wants tosleep. Maybe I should pretend to doze off so he doesn’t feel the need to share my stupid insomnia?
I have to ask this first, though.
“Would you want to share me with others?”
He sits taller, the lazy expression that used to cover his face gone in a second, replaced by narrowed eyes. “Where did this come from?”
“I’m just asking.”
“You want that?” he asks slowly. “Me, sharing you? Watching you get railed by some other fucking cock?—”
“Fuck no. Told you no other man will touch me.” My skin prickles and I kind of regret asking the stupid question, because Marcus’s face is unreadable now, strapped tight behind a veil of mocking, simmering rage.
“Then what? You want me to watch you fuck a woman?”
I lift a shoulder even if that prospect doesn’t move anything in me. “I thought you might want to. I heard you share your fuck buddies.”
“I suppose I did.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“Would you share me?”
“Would you, Preston?”
“What?”
“You heard me.” He tilts his head to the side, speaking so calmly, yet his words still stab me deep. “Would you sit there and watch me pump my cock into an ass or a pussy as they moan and groan and?—”
“I’ll fucking kill them,” I snap, breathing harshly. “Put your cock in any other hole, and I’ll slice their goddamn throats open. Don’t test me.”
“There’s your answer.” He smiles, stroking my cheektwice before letting his hand drop. “No sharing, are we clear?”
“But you’re used to that.”
“Not with you. I refuse the notion of anyone else touching you. It makes me see red.”
