Page 69 of Tempting Venom
Logically, I should hate this position, but the powerful orgasm I just had completely negates that assumption.
His long fingers sweep my hair from my eyes, and he presses a kiss to my forehead as he murmurs rough words. “You were such a good boy, baby.”
Nausea surges up my throat, the static roaring back with full force until my ears ring. My breaths turn sharp as the pleasure haze evaporates, and I know I’m seconds away from an epic meltdown.
But instead of allowing Marcus to see that fucked-up side of me in full HD, I punch him and do the one thing I’m good at.
Run thehell away.
10
PRESTON
“What’s wrong with that dude?” I whisper to Jude as we sit on the counter in Kane’s downtown penthouse.
“I told you. He’s fighting with Dahlia.” Jude slides my meds over with a bottle of water.
My mother, everyone.
Always making sure I take my pills—even when she’s disguised as a six-foot-five serial killer.
He’s probably Julian’s spy, the devil’s advocate part of my brain whispers.
Zip it, demon. Don’t you dare talk about my bro Jude like that.
Seriously, Jude hates Julian more than anyone and barely gets along with him. Different strokes for different dysfunctional families, I guess.
“But that’s something to celebrate, not mope about.” I grin and swallow the meds. “Yo, Kane! I can find you someonewaybetter than Destiny!”
He shoots me a death glare over his shoulder. “Shut it, Pres.”
“Come on, you can’t possibly be a grumpy little shit because ofher. She screams double agent. I have sources. I’ll have proof of her espionage any day now.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He dumps stir-fried rice on our plates with so much tension in his shoulders, it’s almost impressive that he doesn’t snap.
“Hey, what’s with the sad-orphanage presentation?” I point my fork at him. “Why arewebeing punished for the emotional damage inflicted by Dior?”
“Shut your mouth and eat.” He turns to the stove.
I make a face at his back. Jude quietly shakes his head at me like I’m a toddler holding a grenade.
I honestly don’t get why Kane is sulking. So Dinah is gone? Good riddance, for all I care. I never vibed with that girl.
Because she slept with Marcus,my inner demon whispers, cackling maniacally.
Nooo.
It’s because she’s untrustworthy and sketchy as fuck. And Kane knows it but refuses to see it because he’ssmittenlike a Disney princess.
It has absolutelynothingto do with that degenerate Marcus I refuse to think about.
We on the same page, demon? Good.
Kane fusses with whatever’s sizzling on the stove, half naked, with just joggers hanging low on his hips.
Kane actually hates getting naked. He’s always the first or last to shower and dresses faster than the speed of light. That’s because he doesn’t like people seeing the scars tangled with his serpent tattoos.
Around Jude and me, though, he doesn’t care. We’ve seen each other’s scars since we were kids. We were there when some of them happened—like Kane’s fresh lashes, courtesy of his dad’s punishments.
