Sweet Venom by Rina Kent - 25

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M y heart is about to jump out of my throat.

It thumps faster, thudding against the walls of my rib cage, slipping through the bones, and cutting itself on the edges.

Because holy hell.

I knew Jude would come find me. He made it clear this morning after the very public display in front of the entire campus.

The moment he devoured me, I realized he isn’t done with me.

In fact, he never was.

And now, he’s breathing against my neck in the dark, his hot exhales making goosebumps erupt on my skin, rushing beneath the surface and stealing my own breath.

He looms over me, towering behind me taller and broader than the darkness.

And, for a moment, I forget my irrational fear of the dark.

I forget about how I squeezed my eyes shut and slammed both hands to my ears in a fruitless attempt to silence the darkness.

Because right now, I’m plagued by tremors and warmth .

And I can’t chase away this reaction I have whenever Jude touches me. My brutal awareness of him is heightening, lengthening, and becoming so maddening that I find it hard to breathe.

His large hand slides around my spine, his fingers grazing my skin beneath the hoodie as he unbuttons my jeans.

My toes curl in my shoes, and a yelp rips out of me when he shoves the jeans down, a sound of tearing fabric echoing in the air.

“Mm.” He grabs a handful of my ass, and even though it’s over my panties, my heart throbs and so does my aching pussy.

Am I turned on by his manhandling?

How can I be this horny because he actually did ambush me, shove me against the wall, and is touching me this roughly?

Blue.

That’s the word I need to say to stop this.

So why am I pressing my lips together, refusing to even think about it?

Slap.

I go up on my tiptoes as Jude kneads the ass cheek he just spanked, then he does it again. Slapping, then kneading, alternating between my ass cheeks.

And again.

And again.

Mixing pain with sensual pleasure.

I’m trembling all over, unshed tears blurring my vision, but they’re more like pleasure tears, really, because I’ve never been this wet before.

“I want to make your skin red and fill it the fuck up with my bruises,” he whispers in dark words near my ear. “I want to mark you so thoroughly that no one dares to fucking touch what’s mine.”

His words should appall me.

Disturb me.

This man is sick.

But apparently, so am I, because each of his words feels like a lick of heat against my most intimate part.

Jude releases my jaw and glides two fingers over my panties. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re soaking wet for me.”

I drop my forehead on the wall, shame and humiliation ripping through me.

He squeezes my aching ass cheek as he slides his finger beneath the seam of my panties. “Do you like how I touch you, Violet? How I’ll use this tight little cunt to get off?”

“Do you have to talk like that⁠—”

My words end on a moan when he thrusts two fingers inside me. My body tightens and, to my horror, I can feel my pussy clenching around him.

“Yes. That’s it.” He spanks me again, and I whimper, tingles erupting over my skin and all my blood rushing to where he’s touching me. “Your cunt is strangling me, sweetheart. God, you’re so tight… How are you going to take my cock if you’re struggling with my fingers, hmm?”

His thumb rubs my clit as he thrusts deeper, rougher, with a rhythm that commands and demands my entire attention.

“Oh God…” I mumble, the pleasure heightening and heightening until I’m panting, vibrating, completely taken in by the beautiful nightmare that is Jude Callahan.

“Shh…” He slaps my ass again, slowing his thrusts. “Don’t rush into it. I need to stretch you out properly so I can stick my cock into this tiny cunt. You’ll take me, won’t you, sweetheart? ”

He scissors his fingers inside me and flicks my clit at the same time. A spark of pleasure slithers through me, and my fingers curl against the wall, beads of sweat coating my temples.

Just when I’m about to fall apart, he slows down, his breath scorching hot against my cheek. “Answer me, Violet. You will take me like a very good girl, right?”

“Mmm.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yes…please…”

“Fuck. I love it when you beg.” He pounds into me. “Ask me to make you come on my fingers.”

“I…”

“Say it, Violet.”

“Please…”

“Full.” Slap. “Sentence.”

“Please let me come.” I’m panting, my stomach tightening and my heart hammering so loud, I think it’ll somehow combust.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

He shouldn’t be doing this.

We shouldn’t be doing this.

And yet I’m falling with no landing in sight.

“I said.” His hand lands on my ass in three consecutive slaps. “The full sentence.”

“Please let me come on y-your fingers…” I’m sobbing now because the mixture of pleasure and pain is so intense, I can’t see anything past them.

Not the fucked-up situation.

Not the man who’s ripping this part out of me.

Not the fact that I’m begging him to use me.

Not even the darkness.

“That’s a good girl .” His voice drops on the last two words, all but growling in my ear. “Come for me, sweetheart. Show me how much you want to be used.”

I don’t know if it’s that or the way he calls me sweetheart or how he expertly thrusts inside me or even the feel of the sting mixed with pleasure, but I’m falling.

My whole body goes still as the rush of pleasure vibrates through me. I’m trembling against him, my fingers slipping off the wall as the orgasm rips through me.

It’s so intense, my knees buckle, and I would’ve fallen if it weren’t for his grip on my ass holding me upright—and his fingers in my pussy.

“You made a fucking mess, sweetheart.” There’s a dark chuckle to his words as he pulls his fingers out, but before I can die of shame, he flips me around, and the world tilts from beneath my feet.

I gasp as he lifts me up so effortlessly and throws me over his shoulder with my head dangling against his back.

I, a full-grown woman, am on a man’s shoulder.

But it’s not just any man. It’s Jude Callahan.

My stalker. The man who hates me.

The man I tried to avoid but couldn’t.

And in hindsight, I don’t think I ever would’ve.

He pulls down my jeans and panties fully, discarding them somewhere I can’t see, and places a big, rough hand on my sore ass. I rub my thighs together at the sensation because, apparently, my body mistakes this for pleasure.

Because pain comes with blinding pleasure with this man.

It came with an orgasm so powerful, I’m actually a bit dizzy now.

Jude’s steps are wide and controlled, his touch firm and nonnegotiable as he grips me tight .

Almost as if he never wants to let me go.

“W-what are you doing?” I whisper in the dark silence.

“Keeping up with the user manual you wrote.”

“What…?”

I don’t realize we’re in the bedroom until he throws me on the bed and I bounce off the mattress.

“The next step after the ambushing.” He grins, looking devilish. “Devouring.”

There’s a faint light here, and I can see in full detail how Jude lifts his shirt over his head.

I always knew he was muscular, big, and just packed, but actually seeing him half naked is an entirely different beast.

God, he’s beautiful.

Toned and cut, and extremely well-proportioned, as if he’s been sculpted by an artist.

But that’s not what makes me stop and stare. It’s the tattoos.

Many of them.

I’ve seen his full sleeves before, but now, they’re everywhere. His arms, chest, ribs, and abs.

I can’t stop staring at the one on his upper bicep that curls toward his chest. A shadowy black wolf with glowing red eyes, its head slightly tilted downward as if stalking its prey. The wolf’s front paw is stepping over a field of broken skulls.

Or the one in the center of his abs. A detailed black raven in mid-flight, its wings spread as if caught between rising and falling. A dagger pierces its chest, and black ink drips from the wound like poisoned blood. The dagger’s hilt has an intricate design, resembling a twisted crown or a snake curling around it.

They send a shiver through me .

A slight premonition that I shouldn’t be allowing this man to touch me, let alone have this hold over me.

But then I see a different type of tattoo on the left side of his rib cage, stretching slightly toward his back.

There’s a twisted barren tree with jagged, lifeless branches etched in deep black ink. Beneath the tree, a single closed umbrella rests against the roots.

I frown, but before I can study the rest, he pulls his jeans and boxers down his V line, revealing his hard cock. It bobs free, looking a bit purple with angry veins pulsing on the undersides and precum coating the crown.

My mouth waters because I truly love that I can turn him on this much, but a slither of apprehension goes through me.

It’s been a long time since I saw his cock in the alley, but how come it looks bigger? I’ve never had someone as big as him, and I’m kind of losing confidence. What if he doesn’t fit? What if I’m a disappointment again⁠—

“You look so goddamn beautiful when you’re ogling me, sweetheart.”

He’s the one who’s ogling me now. His heated eyes feel like fingers on my naked flesh.

A part of me wants to hide.

The part that shrinks beneath oversized clothes and thick glasses.

The part that still believes I’m as ugly and worthless as Mama said.

The part that feels unsightly, unwanted.

But the way he looks at me forces those thoughts to scatter.

Because right now?

Right now, I feel alive.

I gulp, the sound echoing around us as he kneels between my legs and then grips my hand and wraps it around his length. His cock grows bigger, pulsing like crazy in my palm.

“Mmm. Fuck. You feel what your touch does to me?”

I gape at him, my heart thundering so loudly, I’m sure he can hear it. He can hear how his words are doing the strangest shit to me.

Because I’m stroking him up and down, using his precum as lube, and my core is getting slicker and wetter with each of his grunts.

“You’re making me nice and hard so I can fuck you?”

I bite my lower lip. “Why…do you want to fuck me, Jude?”

“Because you want to be ravaged, and no one but me can fuck you.”

“Shouldn’t you hate me?”

“I should.” His voice is a soft grunt as he grabs my hand that’s around his cock, squeezing slightly.

“Then why don’t you leave me alone?” I’m murmuring low as he guides my hand and his cock to my entrance.

“I can’t.”

I watch with pure fascination as he slowly slides inside me.

He stuffs me full of him, making my heart beat in sync with his pulsing cock.

“God damn.” He grunts, giving a harsh shove of his hips and burying himself deep in my pussy. “God fucking damn it, you’re tight, sweetheart.”

I’m soaking wet, like truly and utterly turned on by this monster of a man, but he’s still huge, like really big, and he stretches me more than I’ve ever been stretched before.

Then he fills me up.

To the brim.

Until he’s everything I can feel .

It hurts a bit, and a part of me believes I’m making a big mistake, but the other part—the part that scribbled and wrote all those fantasies in the journal, the part that had malevolent butterflies slaughtering each other when he kissed me in front of the world—is at peace.

I never thought I’d feel peace or even know the notion of it, but Jude sliding his hand to my throat and staying still, his face tight and his temples glistening with sweat because he’s forcing himself not to move, is somehow…peaceful.

Comforting, too.

Because he’s allowing me to adjust even though he’s struggling with it.

“Fucking hell.” He breathes harshly, squeezing my throat the slightest bit. “God damn…relax for me, beautiful.”

He called me beautiful.

“Breathe, Violet.” He strokes my pulse point back and forth.

“It’s too big…” I strain.

“I know, but you’re talking my cock like a very good girl. Relax…that’s it.” He moves a little. “You feel so good, beautiful.”

“I…do?” I’m grabbing onto his arm because he’s thrusting slowly, making me get used to the rhythm before he slams in.

“Your cunt is the best thing I’ve ever been in.”

I know he probably says that to every girl he fucks, but that doesn’t stop my heart from thudding or the butterflies in my stomach from multiplying.

My legs relax further as his thrusts grow more powerful, his grip on my neck grounding me and his eyes peering into mine.

I look to the side, my body tightening and clenching around him .

He’s fucking me so hard and deep, the headboard slams into the wall with each thrust.

“Look at me,” he orders with a slap to my pussy.

I squeal, my eyes flying to his, and what I see in his deep-brown ones holds me captive.

The lust, possessiveness, and even hatred swirl on his face and rush through me.

“Is this what you imagined when you were writing those fantasies? Your cunt being used so thoroughly you can hardly breathe?”

I can’t focus, because he just thrust against a spot inside me I thought didn’t exist, and my vision lines with stars.

“Answer me.”

“Yes…yes…”

“You’ll never let anyone else but me see you like this, Violet, are we clear?”

“Fuck…right there…please…”

“Tell me you’re only mine.”

“Yours…just…” I don’t know what type of nonsense I’m blabbering as I shatter on his cock.

The orgasm hits me out of nowhere and is so overwhelming that I’m momentarily taken aback.

It doesn’t matter that I just came, because my whole body erupts in spasms as I scream Jude’s name.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He grunts, slapping the side of my ass cheek, and it makes me come a bit more, my stomach tightening, and my hard nipples poking through my hoodie.

Jude thrusts deeper, using me as he promised, but it doesn’t feel like it.

No, not in the least.

As he strokes and squeezes my neck, kneads my ass or sucks on my collarbone, I feel him growing bigger and harder .

Soon after, he grunts, the masculine sound making me wetter even though I just came.

“You going to take my cum deep in this cunt, sweetheart?”

I nod, staring at him.

“That’s my fucking good girl.”

I almost come again when he tenses and growls as his warmth spills inside me.

God, he looks so handsome when he comes. All cut lines and jagged edges.

I lift a hand and touch his forehead tentatively. He tenses, but he seems to be too busy orgasming to focus much on my touch.

That’s when I see it.

Right on the left corner of his forehead, buried beneath the hair, is a long scar. The one Preston mentioned.

And now that he’s so close, I can see all the other scars buried beneath his tattoos, and my chest squeezes.

Just…what type of horror did he have to go through?

When he breathes harshly, I drop my hand, not wanting to kill the mood.

I brace myself for when he’ll fall on top of me like all guys do, crushing me in their post-orgasm halo. Jude is a heavy man, so hopefully, he doesn’t stay like that for long⁠—

Instead, he pulls me up by his hand beneath my back so that I’m sitting on his lap, one of his arms around my waist and the other deep in my hair.

“Stay with me, sweetheart.”

“W-what?”

“We’re not done. I’ve only just gotten started.”