Page 35 of Gravehouse

She jerks her hand away.

I plant my fists beside her head and hold her there, my hips braced against hers. Blood drips onto her collarbone, tracing the curve of her shoulder.

I tilt my head. “Did you fuck them?” Pause. “In my house.”

She laughs, sarcasm dying in her throat. “Would you rather I fuck them in your office?”

I tense.

“Over the same desk you did Camille?” She adds.

Oh, we can play that game…

“Would you rather it was you?” I say, tossing her words back at her likeIdidn’t wish it was.

She doesn’t answer.

I lean in until my lips brush her ear. “Should I get one of your toys back in here?” I drag a knuckle down her cheek, leaving a red smudge.

My fingers close around her throat. “Maybe get him to finish you off.Clearlyhe didn’t fuck you hard enough to knock the attitude out of you.”

She glares up at me like the little venomous monster she is. “You fucked her.”

My mouth snaps closed.

Her lashes fan out over her cheeks when she blinks, but there’s no real fight in her. “In front of me.”

“Get naked and make it look real.”

Camille groans, dragging a finger down my chest. “Why can’t we fuck for real? It’s not like you haven’t hit it already.”

I slap her hand away and haul her in by the throat. “Because I don’t fucking want to, that’s why. Because fucking you is about as fun as doing it myself.”

My knee drives between her thighs, forcing them apart as my hand stays firm around her throat. I shift my weight until she has no choice but to feel me.

I grind against her, trying to swallow how fucking good it feels. A low growl rolls from my chest. “You want to talk about fucking, Venom?”

Her body bends into mine, the movement so small I know she’s fighting it.

“You put on this little show.” I roll my hips, dragging her over my cock. “You invite strangers into my house.” I roll again.

Her nipples harden against my chest as she presses closer.

“…And you think I don’t know exactly what you’re doing?”

Her hands fly back to my wrist. “Enlighten me.”

She’s so fucking close, her attention shifting between my lips and my eyes.

“You’re jealous.” I slide my free hand down her side and hook two fingers into the sheer waistband of her underwear. “Furiousthat I fucked Camille.”

My mouth hovers over her pulse as I try to block out all the things that made me obsessed with her in the first place.

Her nails bite into my wrists. “I don’t care who you fuck.”

I lift my head, my eyes widening. “Liar.”

“Bet you’re fucking wet.” I push my hips down, pinning her there. “All this rage. All this hatred.”