Page 70 of Tempting Venom
Eventually, we stopped asking and just offered silent support.
But that’s not why I’m watching him while chewing my food as if it owes me money.
Objectively speaking, Kane is attractive—handsome in the “neighbor who ruins the curve” kind of way. Not ethereal like me,obviously,but still easy on the eyes. Hot body. Massive dick. A certified panty-dropper with the ladies.
Andyet…my cock doesn’t even twitch. Not a salute. Not a hiccup. Absolutely dormant.
Unlike what happened five days ago.
I shift uncomfortably because, apparently, just rememberingthatunorthodox incident is enough to make my traitorous dick stretch and make its presence known.
I tear my gaze from Kane and study Jude, who’s stuffing his face with rice. Jude’s rugged, the opposite of my pretty-boy aesthetic. We’re like a duo from a punchline—Prince Charming and the Resident Bad Boy.
And, okay, Jude is similar to Marcus in build, but not the face.
Marcus has that angular, predatory businessman look. Jude’s more “I hate everyone. Don’t talk to me.”
Yet still…nothing.
I even checked—purely scientific research—while Jude was showering after practice. Somewhat creepy, yes, but I needed data.
If I were into men, wouldn’t my dick choose one of my besties? They know my shit. I’d die for them. They’d die for me. Together, we’d be the most powerful threesome humanity has ever seen.
But nope.
My dick has friend-zoned Jude, Kane, and every other guy in existence into the next millennium.
Trust me, I also checked out the team during my creepy session, and nope. Not even a pity pulse.
But at least the “Am I broken?” crisis was lessened, because I remain the most beautiful specimen of the Vipers.
Thank God for small mercies.
Another part of me was relieved it wasn’t Jude or Kane, because that would mean I’m only now discovering I like men.
Which would add to my list of personal catastrophes.
Not to mention Vencor’s delightful tradition of killing gay members. Not metaphorically. Actually killing them.
Kane’s uncle, Kayden, barely escaped execution after being caught in a tryst with his student. He was excommunicated, not murdered, because being a Founding member and owning half of the Davenports’ shares buys you a second chance at breathing.
Still, Kane has to meet him outside the borders like he’s visiting a banned wizard.
I really don’t need to add “gay tendencies” to my rap sheet when Vencor already thinks I’m unfit to lead.
Too reckless.
Too impulsive.
Too mentally unsound.
Too…broken.
Honestly, I’m not sure why Dad keeps backing me in the race to inheritance, going against everyone—Grandpa, Grandma, and all the other leaders. He should just disown me or let Uncle Atlas have the leadership. I sincerely don’t give a fuck about inheriting an empire built on blood where I was only born to fit a role.
But yeah, adding “occasionally horny for a man” to my curriculum of misbehavior might actually be the thing that finally bumps me out of Dad’s protective bubble and gets me killed.
That inflexible man certainly would disapprove.
