Page 124 of Venomous Desires

“Please.”

His grin didn’t falter, but I instinctively took a step back as he reached for my throat. Oxygen left my lungs as he pulled me harshly to his chest, and my hands instantly went to his hard chest as I panicked. My eyes widened as I looked up at him.

He leaned down, enough so that his lips brushed the corner of my mouth. “Then ride me,” his tongue darted out and flickered across my shut lips. “And I might consider.”

Chapter 48

The Prey

Ride me and I might consider.” His voice dropped to a dangerously low whisper, the kind that crawled under your skin and nestled there, cold and suffocating. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. The hands on my body were invasive and rough.

“Now let’s talk about my rules, alright?” he murmured, his tone soft yet laced with menace.

I could only nod, my breath caught in my throat, every instinct screaming at me to run, but my legs refused to move. Fear rooted me in place, binding me tighter to his will.

“I have some business to take care of. Till then, you’ll stay here, in this suite. Try to run,” he continued, “and I’ll hunt you down.”

His grip on my waist tightened, and I winced.

“Let any man near you,” he whispered, his lips brushed against my ear, “and I’ll fuck you in his blood.”

The pale gaze bored into mine, daring me to challenge him, to resist. I swallowed hard and nodded.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to study my face, searching for any flicker of rebellion. I kept my eyes downcast, my body trembling under his scrutiny, every part of me screaming to get away, but there was nowhere to go. He’d trapped me, body and soul, and he was enjoying it.

“Good girl,” he bit his lips. “You’re learning.”

The fingers trailed down my arm, and then he released my wrist, though his eyes never left mine. “Now, make sure you remember your place, hmm?”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry and aching, as I nodded, my voice long gone. All I could do was follow his lead, trapped in the nightmare he’d created for me. And as the reality of my situation settled in, I knew with terrifying clarity that this was only the beginning.

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I barely made it back to the room before I heard the front door click shut. The unmistakable sound of the lock sliding into place echoed in the silence. I didn’t need to check. He’d locked me in.

The bastard.

I stood there, frozen, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on me like a lead blanket. My pulse hammered in my ears, drowning out the silence. There was no escape. No way to contact anyone. Just me, trapped in this gilded cage.

I stumbled to the bed, collapsing onto it face-first, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Kicking my feet against the mattress like a petulant child, but it didn’t help. The anger and frustration boiled inside me like a cauldron of emotions I couldn’t control. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

I turned onto my back, staring blankly at the ceiling. There was no way out of this. He’d made sure of that. No phone, no contact, no way to reach anyone. Just the cold realization that I was completely, utterly alone.

My fingers twisted the sheets, gripping them so hard my knuckles turned white. It was all I could do to keep from screaming. But what would be the point? He’d already won. The moment that door clicked shut, I was his.

A tear slid down my cheek, and I let it. There was nothing else to do. No fight left in me, just the sickening truth that this was my life now. Trapped. Helpless. His.

And for the first time, I knew—I’d never escape him.

I lay there, every inch of my body aching, the pain in my foot a dull throb that refused to be ignored. The towel barely clung to my skin like a flimsy barrier against the cold air of the room, but I was too drained to care.

My eyes fluttered shut, the weight of everything pressing down on me like a heavy blanket, suffocating in its intensity. The ceiling blurred above me, and my thoughts grew fuzzy, edges softening as exhaustion crept in, taking hold.

I didn’t mean to sleep. I didn’t want to. But the darkness was too inviting, too peaceful compared to the storm raging inside me. My body, defeated by the events of the day, began to shut down, each breath coming slower, deeper.

The tension slipped from my limbs as if it had never been there. My grip on the sheets loosened, fingers uncurling as the last of my fight ebbed away. I was floating now, drifting further into the quiet, into the dark.

And just like that, I was gone, slipping into unconsciousness still wrapped in nothing but him and the remnants of his touch clinging to my skin like a curse.