Page 50 of Tempting Venom
Everything about Preston Armstrong calls to me in ways that disturb me.
And I want more.
More.
Just…somethingmore.
Wait.
What do we have here…?
Despite the dim light, I catch a glimpse of a thick bulge in Armstrong’s pants.
Did he just get…hard by being beaten?
I mean, my cock is just shy of solid, but I have sadistic tendencies.
My eyes widen the slightest, a rush of something primal and overpowering slithering between my aching bones.
Does this mean he could be what I’m thinking he is?
My gaze flits to his, and I can’t see his expression in the dark. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, what he looks like, what the meaning of this is.
“You—”
“Don’t talk.” He growls deep in his throat. There’s pain, but there’s something my animal side latches on to like an aphrodisiac—lust.
“Shut up and hit me,” he whispers low, so low that I barely hear him.
Footsteps sound behind me, and I curse beneath my breath when I spot two shadows.
Literally Preston’s shadows. Kane and Jude.
Things will get complicated real fast if they catch me and find out how I was able to gain access to the Armstrongs’ private property.
With a low grumble, I shove him against a tree trunk and cast one last look at his face.
Bloody, confused, unhinged, aroused.
But there’s something else.
As he looks up at me, he sinks his teeth into the corner of his lip, biting down so hard, his glassy eyes shift subtly, almost as if…in fear?
I don’t get to study it properly as I pull my hood up and run off, disappearing between the trees.
I don’t go far, though.
Maybe I can’t.
Maybe I don’t want to.
Maybe I want to see that look one more time.
It took everything in me just now not to reach for him and do…what, exactly?
With a muted breath, I hide behind one of the trees, far enough away that I can only see their shadows.
An owl cries in the distance as Preston stands up. I recognize him right away as he blocks Kane’s path, his stance wide, his shoulders squared, no longer like the ghost of himself I left behind.
