Page 29 of Venomous Desires

Her breathing swallowed, eyes flickering up to mine like she wanted to kill me.

“He shoved his knee between her… legs, spreading her… open. Fisting her ha… hair…” She blinked rapidly, shifting on her feet. Her breath hitched. I’ve read that book before. It’s a shitty good for nothing honestly.

If a man needs to read a fucking book to know how to make a woman orgasm, he needed to put it down and let a real man show him how it’s done.

“Something wrong,Ptichka?”

“I think it’s getting late and I should get going.” Her voice was stable now, more courageous. The courage I’d been wanting crushing under my foot ever since she waved that gold brick.

I feigned innocence. “What about the book?”

She swallowed again. “I can’t read it.”

I grinned, loving all shades of red on her soft skin. “Then run me a bath.”

“What?” She stuttered, and oh, was that sound sweet to my ears?

“Prepare a bath for me, little bird. I want to take a bath.” I repeated, not realising I was using Russian until her brows knit together. She almost made me lose control. “Bath,Ptichka.”

She bit her lip, and usually, that would be considered a move women used to seduce a man. On her, however? It ignited something primal within me. I wanted to fucking bite her lips,draw them into my mouth, feast on them with my tongue, and tear the skin with my teeth. The thought of her taste, the texture of her flesh soft under my bite, made my blood surge with a dark, insatiable hunger.

Something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

And it was the first time I had thought of kissing someone rather than fucking them. The former always seemed pointless, anyway. It shouldn’t be surprising if my dick reacted to her instead of my hands, which itched to wrap around her throat as I devoured her mouth. The thought of her struggling for breath, lips bruised and bloodied, sent a shiver of twisted pleasure through me.

She nodded and then rose to her feet. And then looked between the door and me. “Do you need assistance, sir?”

I tilted my head slightly, suddenly wanting to put my mouth back on her throat. “If you’re so inclined to offer yourservices, Ptichka.” I stopped until her neck craned to look at me. Fear and what looked like defiance danced in her eyes, amusing me to the point I desired to play with her, and she hooked her trembling hands under my arm.

She was small, barely reached my chest, and she thought she could assist me.Laughable.

She stiffened when I reached and draped my arm over her shoulder. Her tiny body shivering for a second as she swallowed again. Red tinted the back of her neck, and I looked at her hair. Again, glittery bows decorated her head. Presumably, she hadn’t dressed up for me.

Do I need to kill someone?

She opened the door with her other hand, and I draped my body over hers. She stumbled, then balanced herself to glare at me. Her nose was red; her cheeks burned bright. She wanted to spit fire, but that just amused me more. No woman had ever glared at me. She was the first.

“I’ll run the bath for you, sir.” The spitfire detached herself from my hold and rushed to the bathroom, leaving me standing at the door. I tilted my head and bit my lip, watching as her ass moved. It wasn’t a surprise I wanted to bite on them.

The moment she shut the bathroom door, I let my grin widen and lean against the wall, slowly taking off my robe and letting it fall on the floor.

Would she run away if I give her a glimpse of my cock today too? Or she’d fall on her knees and suck me off? After all, all women want was some cock to fill their holes with. There was no way she was any different. I had seen any like her, feigning innocence, luring men in their webs, and then slurping on their souls, leaving them dry and bleeding dead.

I palmed my semi-erect throbbing cock and stayed on my spot waiting for my little bird to come and get me.

I’d be such a good boy for her.

My little bird opened the door slightly, her eyes roaming the room until they found mine. With a sigh, she timidly walked towards me, her gaze flitting over my chest before quickly averting. I narrowed my eyes, feeling a gush of irritation. I was giving her a view, and she was ignoring me.

I straightened up, taking a step closer to her, my body towering over her small frame. Her reluctance only fuelled my twisted pleasure. She didn’t seem to notice and said, “The bath is ready, sir.”

I raised my brow. “Join me.”

Her brown eyes widened, and she cleared her throat nervously. “What?”

“Help me bath, Ptichka. I’m a vulnerable man.” My voice dripped with false innocence, a dark undertone lurking beneath the words. She hesitated, looking around as if searching for an escape, but finally nodded.

Realizing I hadn’t moved, she reached for my arm. Herfingers settled around my bicep. They barely covered half of it. A flicker of frustration crossed her face as she tried using both hands, only to discover they still weren’t enough.