Page 123 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
“Look at you. I walked in this door less than three minutes ago, you’ve already had one orgasm, and now you’re squirting for me. Who the fuck else could you possibly belong to Violette?”
A familiar magic whispers over my skin, making small hairs rise. A sensation that conflicts, or perhaps complements, in some strange, unspeakable way, the descent of my climax.
A throat clears from behind Levi.
“Potentially,me.”
Perhaps I’m too desensitized from all my years working at the brothel, but I feel zero shame as fluid continues to trickle to the floor from between my bared pussy.
Levi goes still.
With unsettling calmness, he sets me back down before tugging my robe closed and turns to face Azrael.
To Levi’s credit, or perhaps his insanity, he doesn’t appear cowed in the least. He might not realize who Azrael is exactly, but it’s more than obvious he is immensely powerful and very muchnothuman.
Azrael’s enormous wings are on display, and he’s some inches taller than Levi.
“Salvatore Amato.”
Who?
Levi’s brows knit together, and for some reason, he looks less surprised to see him than I’d anticipated.
Azrael grins. “Though that’s not what you go buy these days, is it?”
Levi’s—orSalvatore’s—expression sharpens with an evil grin.
I’m not sure what I expected from Levi, but it certainly wasn’tdelight.
Breath held and in such shock, I don’t even see Levi drawing the gun from the rear waistband of his trousers. Like me, the action is unexpected and swift, Azrael doesn’t realize until it’s too late.
My yelp goes unheard over the loudbangthat explodes through the air at the same moment a gaping,gushinghole appears in Azrael’s throat.
Surprise widens his eyes as Levi proceeds to unload his gun into Azrael’s face and chest, who stumbles backwards with each fired shot.
I’m cowering in a ball against the wall, covering my screaming, and momentarily deafened ears.
Azrael drops to his knees, swaying slightly before face-planting on the tile of my foyer.
The look on Levi’s face is void of emotion as he proceeds to calmly reload his gun, approaching Azrael’s motionless body.
What in all the sacred, heavenly fucks just happened?
I can scarcely breathe.
As if trying to ground myself, my fingertips dig into the cold grooves between tiles of my floor as I land on all fours, trying to fit gasping breaths down my too-tight throat.
Levi shoves Azrael’s enormous body onto his winged back. An entire quarter of his head has been blown off. The sight of his brain matter and gore causes my stomach to heave.
Myformer soulboundpays me no mind as the sound of vomit splattering against the blessedly cool tiles fills the room.
Instead, the entirety of his focus is on Azrael’s indisposed body as he withdraws a curved, jagged blade from a holster strapped to his side, hidden beneath his shirt.
Levi grabs a fistful of Azrael’s hair as he presses the blade to what’s left of Azrael’s neck.
Akash-all-fucking-mighty.
This male is a savage.
