Page 104 of Venomous Desires

Her lips quivered as she tried to speak, but I silenced her with a thumb pressed against her mouth. “Hush, Ptichka,” I murmured. “Save that sweet little mouth for later.”

Her breath hitched, and I could see the flicker of doubt in her eyes, the realization that she was losing this fight. I let out a low chuckle.

My hand trailed down her neck, feeling the pulse race under my fingertips. She was alive, so very alive, and I was going to consume every last bit of her. My cock hardened at the thought of her crying out, of her submitting to me completely, body and soul.

She’ll be mine. Every last part of her.

I watched as the last bit of fire in her eyes dimmed, replaced by cold fear. Perfect. I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers, loving the way she stiffened under my touch.

“Tomorrow night,” I promised, pulling back and watching her struggle to regain her composure. “I’ll have you screaming my name. And you’ll love every second of it.”

She didn’t respond, just kept those defiant eyes on me, but I could see it now. The cracks. The fear. The submission waiting to be pulled from her. I smiled, dark and wicked.

Her submission went straight to my cock. She was holding back, trying to play the obedient little girl, but I could see it—the war in her eyes, the rebellion simmering just beneath the surface. It was intoxicating, and fuck, did I say I wanted to fuck her?

She fisted her hands around the loose fabric of my trousers. My name would be the only word on those pretty lips when I was done with her.

“Kyle will drop you at the dorm,” I said, forcing myself tostep back, even though every fibre of my being screamed to stay, to pin her down and take what was mine. “Have this night to yourself, ’cause tomorrow it’ll belong to me.”

Her lips parted, and I watched, entranced, as she drew in a shaky breath. She was so close to talking back, so close to that final act of defiance. But then she clamped her lips shut, swallowing whatever words were on the tip of her tongue. I smiled, the darkness in me relishing her restraint. Good girl.

She lowered her head, nodding, accepting her fate. My cock throbbed at the sight.

I imagined her beneath me, her body trembling as I spread her legs, her sweet cunt wet and ready for me. I’d tease her, make her beg, make her plead until she was nothing but a quivering mess, dripping with need. My fingers would sink into her tight little pussy, feeling her clench around me as I fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes, savouring every gasp, every moan.

And then I’d devour her, my tongue lapping at her soaked folds, tasting her, claiming her. I’d keep going until she shattered until she screamed my name and came so hard she’d see stars. And even then, it wouldn’t be enough. I’d watch her cum drip down my elbows, and the sight alone would be enough to drive me wild.

Tomorrow, she wouldn’t just be mine. She’d be ruined for anyone else. And fuck, I couldn’t wait.

I motioned to Kyle, who was already at the door, and he quickly understood. He was good at that—picking up on my silent commands, knowing exactly what I wanted without a word. My little bird stumbled, her bare feet dragging as she walked to the couch where her bag was. Her hands trembled as she grabbed it. Then, without looking back, she ran to the door.

My eyes narrowed as I watched her. Where the fuck did she think she was going barefoot? A part of me flared with irritation, but another part—darker, more primal—didn’t care. What did itmatter where she went or how she left?

She could walk naked in the snow for all I cared, as long as no one else was watching. The thought of anyone else seeing her like that made my blood boil. That perfect body, those soft curves—they belonged to me. No one else could look, touch, to even think about her.

And fuck, I wanted to corrupt her.

I wanted to strip away that defiance, that fire, until she was nothing but a trembling, obedient little thing, begging for my touch, craving the darkness I could offer her. The world outside didn’t matter. All that mattered was what I would do to her, how I would mold her, break her, and put her back together the way I wanted.

She reached the door; her back still to me, and I felt a twisted satisfaction knowing she was running—but there was no escape. Tomorrow, she’d come back to me, and I’d make sure she never wanted to leave again.

Kyle opened the door for her, and she darted out, her bag clutched tightly against her chest. I watched her go, my cock still hard.

Soon, she wouldn’t just walk out the door. She’d crawl, her body aching, her soul shattered, every last bit of that fire extinguished.

And I’d fucking love every second.

I frowned, walking back to where the scattered photos were, and picked up the one I had been staring at for hours.

It was her family. Her father, mother, and a miniature version of herself. Her brother.

My little bird looked young in that photo, with a wide smile on her lips and her arms wrapped around her father.

When did this all start? Was it when she waved that gold brick in front of me? Or was it the time she caught me fucking Veronica? I knew what I was thinking then, the wild thoughtsthat raced through my mind. It took every ounce of self-control, every shred of patience I could muster, and, fuck, it was so hard. The single touch of her skin had been maddening, the way her body had reacted, just a taste, just a tease.

But it wasn’t enough. The pussy I wanted to just fuck—God, it was more than that. I was tempted to do things I’d never done before, things I’d only imagined in the darkest corners of my mind. I wanted to bury my face between her legs, taste her, devour her until she was screaming my name.

I wanted to feel her walls clenching around my fingers, to watch her cum drip down my elbows.