Page 89 of Venomous Desires

I’d seen hypocrites, but not one like him.

But I kept my mouth shut. There was no reasoning with him.

“You’re not thinking clearly,” he murmured. “I’ll make sure your family stays safe and financially stable. Isn’t that what you want?”

“You act like I’m the enemy here,” he continued. “But I’m the one offering you a way out. Don’t you see? I’m trying to help you.”

He was twisting everything, making it seem like I was the unreasonable one.

“You’re holding onto so much tension, Ptichka,” he murmured, his gaze tracing the frantic line of my jaw. “You’re really just fighting against your own pleasure. You’re trying to hold back a tide that’s already reached your heart.”

He reached out, his large hand cupping my cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of my lip, which made my breath hitch. I hated how his gentle touch made my chest flutter, and he noticed.

“Stop trying to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my temple. “Imagine what it would feel like to just...let go.To stop pretending you don’t crave the way a man’s hands feel on your skin. To stop fighting the pull of me.”

He pulled back just enough to lock his eyes onto mine.

“Give in, and I will spend the rest of our lives proving to you that being mine is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever done.”

He leaned in, his forehead resting against mine, “Just let the waves take you. Let me be the one to catch you.”

I gave in years ago when my father died.

I gave in when our family went bankrupt.

I gave in even when I could do nothing but watch my mother cry herself to sleep.

I’d have given in so many times that it felt like I was already broken beyond repair.

“Fuck. You.”

The warmth vanished, and he pulled away, eyes cold. His faced slipped.

“You’re so stubborn,” His face blurred through my tears, and I realized I was about to cry again. His words pierced a part of me I thought was invincible. I always believed I was strong, but in this moment, I felt utterly pathetic and heartbreakingly vulnerable.

I felt small, defeated, and incredibly alone.

It was as if all my efforts, all my silent battles, were suddenly exposed, raw and aching.

I thought I had to be strong. I had to be strong for everyone. But right now, I felt so weak, so... lost.

I shut my eyes. Stop. Stop. Stop.

“Think about how much better their lives will be,” he whispered taking my ear lobe between his teeth. “Isn’t that worth a little sacrifice on your part?”

Emotions wavered, a sharp sting where my heart was supposed to be. I could feel myself crumbling, piece by piece.

Hands moved underneath my sweater, and large and rough palms smouldered my skin. “Every time you take my cock in your tight little cunt,” he whispered, his voice low and sultry, fingers pulled the strap of my bra. “I can give you whatever amount you want.”

My breath hitched as his hand found the underside of my bust, pulling me closer. His touch was electric, igniting a fire deep within me. I hated myself for the way my body responded to him, the way my pulse quickened and my skin tingled with anticipation.

He leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Just consider,” he breathed, “of all the things I could do for you... for them.” His other hand slid up my thigh with a demanding touch. I could feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, his desire evident in every movement. And I knew he’d stop at nothing toruin me.

I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the confusion and the pain that was consuming me. His lips found my neck, planting searing kisses along the sensitive skin. I whimpered softly, unable to suppress the sound as his mouth moved lower, his hands exploring every inch of me. I felt exposed. Naked.

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze dark and hungry. “You want this,” he said, his voice a seductive growl. “Youneedthis.”

I knew he was right.