Chapter 7
Venom
I sigh as I lean against Raya’s apartment door, keeping my eyes on the elevators as I begin to get angsty, the patience I’ve had since being here slowly dispersing. I know I’m about to fucking blow if she doesn’t get here soon.
She doesn’t have a job for fucks sake, so where in the fuck is she?
My jaw tightens with frustration. I’ve been here for about an hour and she’s yet to show up, and despite the several messages from Blade asking where the fuck I am when I’m supposed to be at Dark Angel’s Nights interviewing new employees, watching them dance, I still won’t move.
Even knowing I’m in the shit with my Prez, not until I’ve got eyes on her.
Does she have a boyfriend? Is that why she’s not home at eight in the evening?
Shit, why did my heart skip at the thought?
I don’t really know why I am here, okay, that’s a lie, I’m here because I know deep down I’m in love with her.
I need to know she’s alright. I need to understand why she doesn’t celebrate her birthday when I believed her family threw her a big party every year, my sister sneaking out each time.
I need to know everything I’ve decided to ignore about her.
I sigh as I lean my head back against the wood and close my eyes, suddenly feeling like a stalker.
After finding her yesterday morning at Rose Meadows where Ivy said she’d be after demanding I find her because she was hiding from her birthday.
That shocked the living shit outta me, Raya spent an hour watching the town slowly wake up with her head on my shoulder, quietness surrounding us, peace even, before she decided to ruin my fucking peace and got up then climbed into her small fiat without another word.
I just, fuck, I felt like I was missing a piece of me, my body suddenly cold and the need to follow her had nearly wrecked me.
I swallow hard as I look at the elevator doors again. I need to know why she doesn’t celebrate her birthday. I need to know she’s fucking okay.
It’s not normal, right? Someone not wanting to celebrate?
The elevator dings, gaining my attention, and my heart races as my palms sweat, nerves, something I never feel, hit me, but I try to squash them, refusing to focus on them.
I quickly stand straight and watch as the doors open before a vision I've always seemed to look for when I knew she was around comes into view.
Hair up, a baggy sweater, and leggings.
Fuck me, she is gorgeous.
How did I not notice her over the years?
How could I have been so blind to my emotions?
Raya sighs without looking up. Instead, she drops her chin to her chest, and I tilt my head as I try not to smirk with triumph.
Of course, she knows I’m here.
She’s just confirmed she feels me just like I feel her whenever we’re in each other’s orbit. She doesn’t know it, but she has just made my day, no fuck that, she’s just made my year.
“Come to kick me out?” she asks, finally looking up after taking a deep breath.
We lock eyes, her gorgeous, icy blue ones looking guarded, and I half smile, asking, “Now why would I do that?”
She scoffs, “Oh, I don’t know, probably because you got me kicked out of my last apartment, and the club letting me rent this place was most likely your way of trying to keep me from your sister!”
I slowly grin, the blood pouring out of her old landlord's nose coming back to me after I punched the fucker in the face, before my grin turns into a scowl, realizing what she just insinuated.
Surely she doesn’t think I’m still trying to break their friendship, not after everything she’s done for my little sister and nephew?
Fuck, I’m in awe of her.
“Okay, one, I would never kick you out of here to try and break your friendship with Ivy. You are the loyalist friend she has ever had, and I’m sorry I ever thought differently,” I say softly, causing her eyes to soften a little as her mouth parts with my admission.
I finish, “And two, maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to go on a date to piss me off with that fucker. ”
The fucker was a sleaze, and she knows it, fuck, even Ivy admitted he asked Raya out every chance he got, and she knows I know that, yet decided to accept after years of declining because she felt me behind her.
She wanted a reaction from me, and she fucking got it.
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have wound me up,” she retorts, ignoring my apology regarding my sister, which doesn’t surprise me.
She sees me as the big bad wolf in her world, and I don’t know how I can change that, but I know I’ll die trying.
“Kitten,” I begin as she shoves me to the side so she can get to her door, and I chuckle a little because I barely move, which just makes her huff, and I step a little bit out of her way. If she thinks she’ll slam that door in my face, she has another thing coming.
Shaking her head, she puts her key in her lock, the same key I have on mine – not that she knows that – and opens her door before stepping into the doorway and turns to face me, to most likely tell me to fuck off, which is not going to happen.
“All I said was that you couldn’t find a date, kitten,” I chuckle and she looks at me firmly, her eyes glaring hard, so hard, if looks could kill, I’d be dead, and I admit, “I wanted a rise out of you and I got one.”
Raya narrows her eyes and growls, “You are a jackass, Venom!” and I shrug because yeah, I am, or well I have been, but a guy has got to do what a guy has got to do to get a reaction from the girl who hates him.
Growling, she demands, “Get lost, Venom!”
I grin and deny, “Nope,” adding a pop to my ‘p’ knowing it will piss her off.
Her face reddens as she grips her door before her arm moves, ready to slam it in my face, but I act on instinct.
I don’t think about the repercussions, or the fact I want to woo her into dating me, instead, the only thought I can think of is not wanting our banter to end and I slam my right hand against the wood to stop her from slamming it which only pisses her off more.
She moves to shove me out of the way but just as her hand makes contact with my pecs, I grip her wrist and yank her forward making her gasp before I cup the back of her head and slam my lips against hers and fuck me…
I melt as sparks, fireworks, tingles, fucking everything rushes through me, and everything settles deep inside as I yank her clip out of her hair, then grip it before I wrap my right arm around her waist and hold her close to me, shoving my tongue through her lips before tangling it with hers.
Her shock wears off, and instead of hitting me like I thought she would, she melts into me, her body leaning against mine as she kisses me back.
Fuck yes!
Without a second thought, not looking a gift horse in the mouth so to speak, I lift her and walk forward before slamming the door shut with my foot, then I spin and push her up against it, our kiss heating up.
All rational thinking has gone. The feel of her against me, her lips molding against mine, is all I can focus on.
Home, I’m fucking home.
As if my hands have a mind of their own, they move down between us and grip the edge of her leggings and panties and I shove them down.
I break the kiss and move my lips to her chin then neck, sucking hard, marking her as mine as her breathing picks up, her hands gripping my hair in a delicious way.
I kiss down her body until I get her leggings off, and I throw them across the room as I look up, Raya’s icy blue eyes locking with mine.
Lust shines back at me, but so does apprehension, and I move quickly without tasting her like I want before she can change her mind, my dick wanting his tight heat.
I stand straight and slam my lips against hers again. My tongue instantly enters her mouth as I grip her ass and lift. Raya wraps her legs around my waist, and I push her up against the door as our kiss continues to heat up and her grip in my hair tightens.
I need her, I need her so fucking badly…
Keeping one hand on her delicious ass, I move my other and quickly unzip my fly and pull my extremely hard and uncomfortable cock out and without breaking the kiss, I blindly find her entrance before thrusting hard, bottoming out.
Mine!
I pause as the thought hits me like a fucking train, and she breaks the kiss, throwing her head back, squeezing her eyes tight, and I place my head into the crook of her neck, breathing hard as I realize I’ve gone in bare as well.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I don’t have a condom on, yet the thought of removing myself feels like a non-option.
I gently bite her neck before sucking, and I know I can’t do this to her, not when we’re not even together yet, married even.
“I don’t have a condom on, kitten,” I admit as I breathe hard.
I feel her swallow before she admits, “I’m on the pill,” and that is all it takes.
She didn’t say remove my cock from her, she didn’t tell me to fuck off, instead she admitted she was protected and I don’t take that for granted.
I move my head and slam my lips against hers, and she kisses me back just as fiercely as she grips my hair with both her hands, and our tongues tangle as I move my hips back, then thrust forward hard and fast.
I can’t go slow, I can’t try and prolong this, my body is wound up tight, the need to come already high from just being inside her.
I heat up the kiss as my spine tingles really fucking early, and I quickly tilt my hips, needing her to come with me.
I adjust down a bit and find her magic spot deep inside, causing her walls to suck me in as they flutter, the tightness feeling as fucking amazing as her arousal dripping between us.
Her breathing picks up as I swallow her moans and knowing she’s close but not as close as me, I quickly move my hand between our bodies, finding her clit almost instantly and strumming it fast while pressing down hard. Her walls contract and squeeze my cock tightly and fuck…