Page 75 of Venomous Desires

The police station was behind me, but he held power over me, at least his demonic boss did.

I clenched my jaw as he asked me to follow him. My legs felt heavy, but I moved, my heart pounding in my ears. Like apuppet, I followed him to the black car. He stopped and opened the back door, motioning for me to enter.

I hesitated; my feet rooted to the spot as he stood beside me. I knew if I made a run for it, he’d catch me instantly. With a deep breath, I bent down to get into the car, my heart pounding.

And I wish I hadn’t.

I gasped, my eyes widening in shock.

Every emotion I had been feeling intensified tenfold. Fear, anger, suffocation—everything surged through me with a force that left me trembling. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the man sitting casually inside. His head was tilted to the side curiously, and though he wore shades, I felt his gaze piercing through me, cold and devious.

Fear gripped me like an iron vice, squeezing the air from my lungs. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst from my chest. My hands trembled uncontrollably, a cold sweat breaking out across my skin. It was like being caught in a nightmare I couldn’t escape.

The urge to run, to scream, to fight back was there, but my body refused to obey. I was paralyzed until I felt a slight push from behind, and my lack of balance had me tumbling into the car. I didn’t get to process or fight as I landed on my hands and knees on the car floor. Shiny leather boots blocked my vision, and I heard a faint click.

A finger hovered over the back of my nape, sending a shiver down my spine. I flinched, clenching my jaw, and more tears fell down.

I should’ve known.

“What… do you want?” I stammered, feeling his finger brushing the hair to the side.

I looked down at his feet and realised I was between his legs.

His hand slid from the back of my neck down to my chin, tilted my head up, forcing me to meet his eyes through the darklenses of his shades. The sinister smile that played on his lips made my blood run cold.

He held me there in his clutches.

“Haven’t I made it clear already?” he menaced. His other hand trailed down my arm. He leaned forward, his breath hot against my ear, making my skin crawl. “Your mouth,” he chuckled, “around my cock.”

Chapter 26

The Prey

Ichoked back a sob as he finally let go of my chin, my skin throbbing where his fingers had enthralled. His sinister smile never faltered as he widened his legs, the air between us thick with dread. He casually patted the seat next to him, a silent command that sent waves of nausea through me.

I could feel the car moving, and the realisation that Kyle was witnessing this, being degraded by this satanic man, was humiliating to the edge of driving me insane.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” His eyes, still hidden behind those dark lenses, seemed to pierce right through me as if he could look right through me. “It’s not every day I extend such an invitation.”

The realization twisted in my stomach nauseatingly. I struggled to keep my calm. I lost the moment I met him, my hands trembling as I scrambled up into the seat beside him.

The cold leather felt like ice against my shivering skin, and I could feel my pulse quicken, the bile rising in my throat. I swallowed hard, trying to suppress the urge to vomit. The carkept spinning as his sinister smile widened.

He was suffocating, and worse, his dark aura wrapped around and squeezed the remaining air from my lungs.

Not realising I was fidgeting with my hands, and my knees were bouncing up and down. What do I do?

Now that I think of everything, it felt like a trap I knowingly walked into. The advertisement, the job offer, the money I couldn’t refuse, and I let him trap me into his web once again when I accepted his second offer. I should’ve stayed away from him; I shouldn’t have walked into a snake’s lair knowing how deadly he was.

But wasn’t it too late for regrets?

I had dug a grave for myself, and now he was pushing me down and down.

I couldn’t go back to the dorms; I couldn’t go back to my home. The police were after me for a murder I didn’t commit. I was practically hanging by the threads like a puppet, and he was my master.

And it all happened because I was…desperate.

I swallowed another sob, desperate for an escape. I glanced down at the car door, but they were locked, and his throttling presence felt like a cage.