Page 63 of Venomous Desires

I handed the box back to her and rushed out of the dorms, hoping the mysterious package wasn’t another complication. I had enough to worry about with the walking-talking demon.

It took me another forty minutes to reach the mansion. I paid the fare and walked toward the gate. As always, it was snow-covered. The small snowflakes fell from the sky, and the sky was already turning a light shade of grey. Such a beautiful man, but the owner was a special breed who had absolutely no brakes. He probably had no limits.

From my perspective, he was unhinged—wild eyes that never seemed to rest, like a caffeine addict at an all-you-can-drink espresso bar.

He had this unsettling energy, buzzing around like a hyperactive squirrel on a sugar rush.

It was as if he thrived on chaos, drawing power from the disorder he sowed, like a kid who had just discovered glitter and glue.

His charm was dangerous, like the lethal blend of allure and unpredictability, making him both irresistible and as terrifying as a clown at midnight.

Yes, a clown. That’s what he was.

To be honest, after the humiliation he made me go through three nights ago, I didn’t even want to see his face. His handsome features didn’t excuse his gory personality.

I noticed a car parked in the driveway, a luxurious whiteLamborghini; curiosity got the better of me. I had never seen Judas having any guests over. There were no employees either—no guards, no chef, no worker. It was like the mansion was running on ghost power or something.

I sighed, whatever, it only meant he’d spare me today and not bother me. I walked to the door and knocked. As always, it was Kyle who greeted me. I couldn’t help but wonder, were there no employees besides me and Kyle? I hadn’t ever given it a thought since it was not my place to ask.

Kyle gave me his default expression. Gloomy, dark. He was again wearing dark clothes, skull rings I grew tired of, and a gold chain. I nodded to him.

“Where is he?”

“His office.”

I nodded, determined to get today’s work done as soon as possible. I had bags to pack. And stuff to sort. Oh, that made me wonder. I had to submit the leave application to the hostel and the university. It was a hassle, but anything for Mama’s hug and kisses. Maybe I could convince her that this out-of-country life wasn’t for me. I sighed.

And then watch her smile fade?

I was lost in my own thoughts as I walked to his office. Suddenly, I halted in my steps, startled by a grunt. Where did that come from? I couldn’t see anyone in the hallway. My heart pounded in my chest as I glanced around nervously. Was someone there?

I looked around, finding no one, and as I was about to turn, I heard the grunt again, but this time it sounded a little weird. I couldn’t pinpoint in what way, but it left me a little surprised. Gulping down the nervousness and anxiousness, I took light steps towards the left, where I thought the voices were coming from. And somehow I found myself in front of the office. Contemplating if I should open it or not, I finally decidedotherwise.

Maybe someone was in pain.

Did Judas tripped over his arrogance and bonk his head finally?

Just as I was ready to see him on the ground, I slowly opened the door of his office.

And like my heart, my hands froze the moment I opened the door. Regret surged through me instantly, an icy wave crashing over my very soul.

Judas had fallen.

Not to the ground, but from the heavens, like a forsaken angel cast down.

Cause there was simply no word to explain it.

His midnight-dark hair swept across his sweaty forehead, his sharp, pale blue eyes hooded and half-open, reflecting a primal, almost savage pleasure.

I watched in terrorising reluctance.

His hand wrapped tightly around the woman’s throat from behind, her mouth open to draw in breath. But he gave her no scope for escape, no mercy.

I could see the tension in her body, the urgent breaths she tried to gulp down, and the way her naked chest heaved with each futile attempt. What truly unsettled me, though, was how she relished the violence. Her eyes were covered with white lace underwear, and I forgot how to breathe.

Her body arched into him, meeting his brutal thrusts with an eagerness that bordered on madness.

The sounds of their skin slapping together, the occasional guttural moans, and the ragged breathing pulled me out of my haze. And I stumbled back on my unsteady legs.