Passion & Venom Read Online Shanora Williams (Venom #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Thriller Tags Authors: Series: Venom Series by Shanora Williams
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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“You’re a pig,” I spit. “We aren’t your fucking toys.”

He frowns, taking the final step it takes to be pressed against me. He reaches down and grabs my forearm, yanking my hand up to grope the rock in his pants.

“Who do you think I’m hard for right now?” His voice comes out deep and husky.

“Her.”

“You know damn well it isn’t her. If it was, I would have told you to leave.” He watches my reactions carefully. “I saw how you looked at my cock. I felt how you shuddered when I kissed you. You want to hate me, but I know you want my cock just as badly as I want your pussy, Gianna.” He leans forward and his lips press on the bend of my neck.

My veins flood with fire, but I try to stay content.

“I’m leaking like a motherfucker after watching you cum all over her mouth like that.”

I swallow hard.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, wrenching my legs apart. I whimper as he brings his hand between my thighs and runs a thick finger deep inside me. I helplessly sigh as he begins to play with me.

He watches me—how my head tips back and my mouth parts. I can’t believe I’m letting him do this to me. I can’t believe I’m even feeling this way—wanting this after what he’s done to me.

This man has ruined my entire life and yet I’m craving parts of him that shouldn’t.

Bringing his hand up, he sticks his finger through my parted lips. “Suck.”

I suck it away, tasting my deceit.

“I bet it’s sweet,” he murmurs. “Feels tight, too. So tight I may need to break you in.”

He pulls back, releasing a sigh. “But the sad thing is disobedient little girls don’t get a taste of my cock. You’ll ache for me,” he murmurs, gripping my thigh lightly. “And then you’ll beg some more. And then you’ll learn. You’ll learn that obedience and submission gets you rewarded in so many ways—ways you could never imagine. But disobedience will leave you desperate and hungry…and you don’t want that, niñita.”

His face goes rock solid as he gradually pulls his finger out of my mouth and stands up. His cock is still hard, the bulge massive above me. With a swift shake of his head, he walks towards the stairs.

“Be at dinner on time tonight.” He peers over his shoulder. “I think you’ve learned your lesson by now, haven’t you?”

I nod.

He turns to face me with a frown. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes, I learned my lesson, sir.”

A smirk plays on the edges of his lips. Walking down the steps, he says, “That’s a good niñita.”

When he’s down the stairs, I hear the bottoms of his shoes clicking as he walks to the door. As soon as I hear that door shut, relief swims through me. I gather my dress from the floor and put it on quickly.

I hate that my legs feel so wobbly and my body is so relaxed. I need those pent-up frustrations back.

I hate that he made her do that to me.

Now it will be awkward when I see her. Perhaps those were his intentions. He wanted us to distance ourselves. He didn’t like that we were getting along…and I wonder why.

What’s so bad about making a friend…or at least having someone with the same problems to talk to?

The last time I’ve felt this way down there was when Toni would take care of me. I can’t believe myself. I’m so ashamed.

I feel like I’ve betrayed my husband by letting Draco touch me that way. Tears instantly blind me and I sink back down on the bed.

The tears are hot and heavy, and they don’t hesitate to fall. I crouch forward and cup my face, swiping roughly at the unwanted tears, trying my hardest not to sniffle just in case he returns and hears me.

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

When I got married to Toni, I made a sacred vow to him that I would never hurt, betray, or cheat on him. But I feel like I just have…even though he isn’t here.

I don’t understand Draco.

He knows I was married to the enemy, so why wouldn’t he treat me as such?

He shouldn’t trust me.

I would do dangerous things just to get out of here, including murder.

When I’ve pulled my shit together, I roughly swipe the tears away and then hurry towards the door.

I walk up the stairs to get to the corridor. I spot the white-haired man coming in my direction and I freeze. His strides continue, his sneer grating my nerves.

“Remind me to ask Francesca how your pussy tastes,” he chuckles as he walks by. “Listening to you moan like that makes me want to fuck that juicy cunt even more now.”

I hurry past but I feel him looking back at me. I don’t bother. He’s a filthy animal and I wish he would disappear already. He’s an asshole and a snitch. He told on Francesca for helping me and he got nothing out of it? What was the point?


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