Chapter 23 – VENOM
Chapter
Twenty-Three
VENOM
By the time I catch up with Caroline, she’s making her way up a mahogany sprawling staircase in the back part of the mansion, a twin to the grand staircase located in the front of the home.
Wide at the base and curving into two different directions with the banister wrapped in black garland, crimson ribbon and perfectly placed red roses.
When she looks back and spots me following her up the wide steps, she smirks.
Over the years, I could have found her and killed her, but I saved her for last. Knowing she was still out there, living simply because I deemed it so, was satisfying enough. Until the time came that I was ready to end her existence.
And that time is now.
Caroline enters a room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Before I follow in after her, I check a couple other rooms, finding a bathroom first and preparing what I need for this moment.
I push open the door she disappeared behind and close it behind me. The room is dimly lit by a lamp on a bedside table.
Of course she brought us to a bedroom. Even with a house full of people and her husband somewhere downstairs, her cravings have always overpowered anything else.
She takes a seat on the bed and lifts her leg through the slit of her crimson dress, pointing it at me.
“Help a dear friend out. These damn heels are killing me.”
Those gold stilettos won’t be her demise tonight.
I step closer, taking her ankle in my hand and begin to unlace her heels.
“You know, I never forgot our time together either, Caroline. I might have been a toy to you, but now it’s my turn to play.”
“I’ve always loved playing with you, Marcus. I never stopped thinking about you.”
“Aren't I a little old for your liking nowadays?” I drop her bare foot, and she lifts her other one up.
“Don't be silly. We have history. I remember what a sweet one you were.”
“I’m certainly still sweet.” Just laced with poison now.
“I paid extra to be your first. Did you know that?” She gives me a full smile, filled with sickening pride.
“I did not,” I say, trying to hold back my disgust.
When her other foot is free, she pushes herself onto the bed and motions to the spot next to her.
“Come lie with me. Like we used to.” I remove my suit jacket, then place a knee onto the king-size bed and prowl over to her, lying on my back beside her.
“Do you ever think about our first night together?” she asks as she begins to run her fingers over my chest. My body stiffens at her touch, my stomach turning.
“Often.” Memories of that first night begin to flash through my mind. The images, the feelings. After all these years, I still seem to be able to feel affected by them.
Surprisingly after sharing my story with Ivy, the nightmares I would experience did occur less. I suppose she was right about letting it out and letting it go. Although, I couldn’t let it completely go with Caroline still being out there.
But now, she’s here. She might think she’s still the predator amongst us, but she has no idea the kind of creature she helped create.
The prey has become the predator and I’m as venomous as they come.
“I’m so curious what your body looks like now underneath these clothes.
My goodness, you feel so strong,” she says as she squeezes my arm.
She sits up a bit, leaning toward me, and begins to unbutton my shirt.
“Let's have a proper look at you, shall we?” When my shirt falls open, her eyes light up at the sight. She doesn't know it yet but she’s hungry for poison. “Oh my, you’ve truly grown so much. And you got a tattoo? Is this your only one?”
“It is.”
“A snake. That’s… nice. I do wish you left your skin flawless and pure.”
Ain’t nothing pure about me anymore.
“Sorry to disappoint.”
“Oh no, no. You’re perfect. Let me show you how perfect I think you are.” She drags her nails down my torso until she reaches my belt, and I clench my jaw.
I’m not even hard yet. Her touch is having the opposite effect on me. Unlike how it was back then. But I need her to think I’m into this. I need her to believe I want her.
I picture Ivy.
My sweet beast.
My feisty little viper.
I replay the moment she asked me to kiss her. I replay feasting on her sweet pussy on my dining table.
My cock hardens just as Caroline pulls it free.
“Oh, Marcus. I have missed you.”
I swallow the bile in my throat and focus on the woman with fire for hair, who slithered her way into my life and into my h—
“I wonder if you taste the same,” Caroline says, interrupting my thoughts.
But before her mouth descends upon me, I move to stand at the edge of the bed, my pants falling to my ankles. I harshly grab her blonde hair to hide my trembling hand.
Am I really ready to feel another woman’s mouth on me after all these years? I’ve avoided it ever since leaving my mother’s prison, never wanting another touch to drag me back into those memories. Control was the only way to survive.
So I kept it simple. Quick fucks. Quick exits. Enough to take the edge off, to quiet the craving for release, but never more than that. Never anything that could strip me bare.
I stare into her eyes—empty and cruel—the ones that haunted me for so many years. I curl my lip in disgust but just as quickly switch back to a neutral expression.
She created this monster. Now I’m ready for her to finally suffer those consequences.
I pull her toward me. “I’m not a boy any longer, Caroline. Give me a taste and see for yourself.”
“Oh my, I do like this feistier side of you,” she says, looking at me with excitement.
I fist her hair tighter and she groans. Then I pull her toward my cock as she opens her mouth wide.
My length sinks into her and I push her further, making her take all of me until she’s gagging at my intrusion at the back of her throat. I release her just enough so she begins moving her mouth over me, sliding her tongue all around, savoring my taste.
I do hope it’s sweet enough.
I tip my head back and imagine Ivy instead of this wretched woman whose mouth I never wanted to feel again. But in a sense, this is poetic justice.
Breaking away from my cock she says, “Marcus, you taste absolutely delicious.”
“Do I now?” My satisfying grin is more for me than her.
Her mouth dives back around me.
The air in the room suddenly shifts and my attention snaps to the slightly open door, where Ivy stands in a state of shock staring at Caroline sucking my cock.
Fuck…
Caroline stiffens and begins to choke as I push her away from me and run after Ivy.