Page 85 of Tempting Venom
I don’t like heavy.
Heavy closes my throat and flips that morbid claustrophobia switch—the one that whispers,You’re being crushed alive, and there’s nothing you can do about it, sweetheart.
It’s the entire reason being straight makes sense—supposedto be straight. The women I fuck are lighter. I can lift them, flip them, and control every inch of the interaction. They can’t overpower me. I don’t let them.
My eyes widen because…wait. I’mlettingMarcus.
I’m choosing to keep my hands braced against the locker when I could reach back and fight.
Hit.
Punch.
Kick.
He isn’t that much bigger than me, and I can fight—reallyfight bloody. I’ve taken down so many men bigger than me, slashed them to pieces, and watched their eyes turn vacant.
So why the fuck am I not doing anything right now? I’m actually choosing to…allow this.
Blasphemy.
Try again, brain. Give me literally any other explanation for the clusterfuck you got us into.
Marcus pulls away—and instead of relief, something weird, restricting, and uncomfortable ignites low in my stomach.
I can still feel his heat on my back, radiating in small, feverish sparks that coil inside me, settling deep in my gut.
The air turns thick. Charged. My body reacts instantly—tingling, tightening, coming back to life in ways I disapprove of.
What the fuck is happening? Seriously. I want out.
Give me the emergency exit. The fire escape. A trapdoor. Anything?—
Thwack.
My spine jerks as the stick’s shaft connects with my ass.Pain explodes across the muscles as they give out under the strike.
“Count.” The rough edge of his voice fills the locker room like a curse in the form of a command.
“What?” I try to snap at him, but really, the feel of that lash was so fucking good, I’m distracted by how my blood rushes to my cock.
Thwack.
I get on my tiptoes, sinking my teeth into my lower lip as a groan tries to escape, and it does. Partially.
“Two. Count.” There’s atap-tapnoise of the stick hitting his hand. “Let me hear your voice.”
Thwack.
I clamp my teeth on my lip harder, even as my entire body vibrates with the hit, bursting across my spine and rushing all the way to my dick.
It’s swelling fast, and my head just doesnotunderstand it.
Why?
Just…why?
A shoulder presses into mine, and I stiffen but soon relax. It’s just a shoulder. A warm, broad shoulder that’s coupled with deep, rambling breaths that spread across my back.
