Page 82 of Venomous Desires

She tried to pull away. My free hand trailed down her arm, feeling the goosebumps rise under my touch. I gripped her waist, pulling her to my chest.

She fucking bit her lips again, and I lost against all odds. Fisting her hair, I pulled her mouth to mine.

She froze. So did the better part of me. The darker half was far too pleased. The line blurred beneath my own hands. I hated myself for crossing it. The darker part didn’t care.

Everything about wanting her was wrong, but it felt more right than anything else.

I backed off just enough to breathe, staring at the raw, swollen crimson I’d forced onto her lips. That same old, holy defiance burned in her stare—and God help me, it only made mewant to ruin her more.

Not enough. I want more.

I fisted my hand in her hair, dragging her back into a collision of teeth and breath. It wasn’t even a fraction of what I needed, so I broke her open, pushed my tongue into her mouth, feeling everything all at once.

Her brief shock gave me absolute possession, right before the storm in her broke loose. Her frantic fists were a pathetic, beautiful joke against my chest, but the tear of her teeth in my flesh turned my amusement into something dark and entirely starved.

I drank my own blood from her teeth, then pinned her neck to bite her back.

I drank down her gasp, invading the space she lost, thriving on the exact moment her terror tasted like surrender on my fucking tongue.

This was sickness. I didn’t just want her body; I wanted to hollow out her soul until she was nothing but a monument to my ruin.

Just when I thought I had her, she stomped on my foot. It took me off-guard, and she drove her knee between my legs. I doubled over, grunting and grinned as she scrambled out of my hold and pushed me back. I hardly budged, but it was enough for her to run to the door.

Before Kyle could run after her, I stopped him.

“Leave her,” I chuckled, wiping the smudge of my own blood across my chin. “The hunt is the best part.”

She wanted a hunt, forgetting that the only thing waiting at the end of her flight was the beast she’d unchained.

Chapter 28

The Prey

Iran.

As far as my feet could take me.

My chest burned. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I hammered the elevator button.

What terrified me most wasn’t seeing him; it wasnotseeing him. Like he already knew I’d run and was patient enough to let me. Because we’d both end up in the same place anyway.

The doors shut behind me. I slid down the cold metal wall, shaking so hard my sobs barely sounded human.

Why me?

Of all the people in the world... why did he chooseme?

I buried my face in my hands. My lips still throbbed. Few hours were all it taken for him to turn my life inside out.

Even I shut my eyes, I see him.

Cold eyes. Cruel smile.

I had to keep running. I just feared I was already too late.

For him, this was just a game. And he enjoyed every second of it.

There was no reasoning with men like him. They liked to hunt. To make their prey feel helpless. I told myself I was imagining it. But my heartbeat called me a liar. I’d seen the promise in his eyes. He wasn’t finished with me.