CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Connor
W ith Raina’s wrists bound, eyes spitting fire, I should feel in control. But I don’t. I feel fucking feral.
Every inch of her bare skin is a sin I never thought I’d get to touch again, and now she’s here. Tied down. Helpless. Mine.
Not just to punish.
To worship. To break.
This is what madness looks like. She’s a curse I’ll never stop aching or bleeding for.
I climb up on the table and get behind Raina. I wish I could paint or draw. Raina spread for me with her perfect ass, plump and glistening cunt, drenched slit, and that puckered hole is a vision I need to see every day for the rest of my life.
I squeeze my dick, hardening by the second. I slide my grip along the shaft and let the tip soak my hand.
“Hold on, baby.” I lick my thumb and press on her knot of forbidden nerves.
“Oh God, Connor. Fuck me.”
My cock thumps hearing those words while I have her tied down.
“Soon, Venom.” I slide into her tight cunt. “This first. Fuck, you’re soaked and tight.”
My hips pivot as I fuck her at a relentless pace. The friction is making me nuts. “Baby, you’re dripping on my thighs. I’ll be smelling your arousal in the air here for months.”
“I love this, Connor.” She manages to get on her forearms, and with just a little effort on her knees, she presses back into me. “I want to be here when you kill your next victim.”
“You’re taking me so good, baby,” I groan, loving that I’m not fucking her against her will.
I slip my thumb out of her ass and drop a wad of spit into the hole.
Raina hisses.
“Yeah, baby. I’ll be fucking this ass soon. That means you’re mine forever. I’m claiming you this way.”
My finger slides back in, but she’ll need lube to take my thick length comfortably. “Are you ready for me, baby?”
“God, yes. Do it. Fuck my ass.”
Those words make my head spin.
I pull out and grab the lube bottle I kept close and liberally coat my cock. I’m so sensitive, my slick hand has me ready to blow.
“Fuck, baby. Here we go.” I line up with her hole, the taut, wrinkled muscle contracting to take me deep.
Inch by inch, I slide into her channel. “Christ, I wish you could see this. See your ass taking my cock.”
“Those damn veins. I feel every single one,” she moans.
“Baby, I won’t last. I need to be brutal. I need to take you the way I want.” I move my right thigh under her cunt. “Use my leg for friction and come with me.”
We go at it and lose ourselves. Heat crawls up my spine, and my cock grows in width and length.
“I’m gonna come, baby.” I pull her waist closer to me.
“There. Right there.” She cries out and her sopping wet cunt spasms against my balls.
I empty into her ass but pull out to catch the last few drops spilling out onto her throbbing entrance. I lurch back and lick her hole to soothe her. The salty taste of my release shocks me as I lap up the cum that drips out of her.
“Christ, this is so dirty,” Raina groans, still dripping for me.
“Filthy.” I take one last breath.
Raina’s entire body trembles beneath my hands. Not from fear. Never fear. From what I just gave her. What I took from her. What she gave back tenfold with every gasp, every bite of her lips, and every passionate curse she threw at me.
She’s pure hellfire on my table. And the way she takes my cock in her ass might as well be a weapon to level me out.
I want to fuck her again. I’m already throbbing and aching for more of her. But she needs aftercare and rest.
I unclip the restraints with deliberate slowness and wince as my fingertips ghost over the red marks circling her wrists. Not because I regret it. Because I fucking loved every second of having her bound and taking all I had to give her.
“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.”
Sighing, she says with her head turned, “I’m not.”
When she tries to move, I murmur, “Easy.” I brush clumps of her beautiful blonde hair from her sweaty temple. “You’ll bruise.”
She scoffs under her breath, hazy green eyes defiant as ever. “I’m not made of glass.”
“No,” I whisper, trailing my mouth up her back until I reach her neck. “You’re made of bullets and blades.”
“And poison, don’t forget.” She turns her head so I can see her eyes and capture her with a kiss that will be my undoing.
But she doesn’t close her eyes, and neither do I. We don’t get lost in the moment. We’re eating every second alive.
Raina is perfect. She’s chaos. She’s the villain who broke into my home, my life, and now my heart is involved. I don’t care if she ever tells me the truth about who sent her. This is not about who wants me dead anymore.
When she looks at me and shows me how she’s torn open and sated, I see right through her mask. I see the piece of her that only I can touch.
I hop off the table and press a kiss to the inside of her wrist. Another to her shoulder. I don’t rush. I want her to feel how much I care about her. She deserves the softness I bury beneath the violence.
She won’t let anyone touch her like this. But she lets me. That has to mean something.
“Sit up.” I help her to her knees and then swing her legs around. “Are you sore?”
“Of course, I am,” she scoffs and stretches. “Good sore.”
I reach for a bottle of water on the nearby counter. “Drink,” I say gently. “You might still be lightheaded from the drugs.”
“Oh, the irony. Drugging a DEA agent.” She drinks, watching me with that dark storm behind her eyes.
I freeze. “You still consider yourself an agent?”
She stops drinking. Wiping her mouth, she says, “Did I say that?”
I smile. “See? Lightheaded.”
She finishes the water, and we just stare at each other. We’re both naked, her breasts heaving and red from me fucking her into the velvet covering. My cock hangs thick between my legs, wet and satisfied.
Then her eyes shift, and I think she’s going to take off, even though I have her clothes. Instead, she drinks and keeps silent. But I know those eyes.
I’ve killed men for less than what she’s done. And yet, I’m so hooked and gone for this woman.
“More?” I ask, taking the empty bottle from her.
“Please. ”
I turn to grab another one, and that’s when I feel it.
The sting.
My gaze snaps up, and I spin around to see her pointing the dart gun at me. She must’ve palmed it from the counter the moment I let my guard down.
“Fuck—” I stumble back, clutching my neck as the sedative hits. My vision blurs, the world tilting.
“I’m sorry.” She slides off the table, slow and steady like a goddamn angel with blood on her wings. “You shot me with this thing so you wouldn’t hurt me to tie me up. I appreciate that. I’m returning the favor so I don’t hurt you when I try to leave.”
My knees hit the floor, but I’m not angry. Not really. I should be. But all I can do is laugh .
“You’re right,” I choke up at what I’m about to say. “Go. The front entrance isn’t guarded.”
Her eyes flare at that.
“Thank you.” She bends down and kisses me. “Let’s call this one a draw.”
“I will win eventually, Venom,” I scrape out of my throat, my voice already fading. “I’ll just chase you again.”
“I know,” she says, sobs clogging her throat.
The last thing I see is her naked body standing over me as she eases me down so I don’t collapse and break my fucking teeth.
“You can kill me, Venom.”
“I know.” She brushes her lips across my face. “But I won’t.”
“Will someone kill you?”
She wipes tears from her eyes. “I don’t know. I guess I have to find out.”
As the sedative drags me under, the only thing rushing through my brain is that she’s the only woman who could bring me to my knees. Literally and figuratively. And I want her to do it again.
And again.