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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“Why don’t you just kill me?” I ask. “You said it would be easier to just get rid of me rather than take care of me. I’m a burden to you. Get it over with already. End it,” I demand through clenched teeth.

“No. That would be way too easy for me and you know it,” he mumbles, and our lips are way too close. He cocks his head to the right. “Don’t say anymore. Go upstairs.”

I look towards the staircase, blinking slowly, but I don’t go. He can’t make me. His nostrils flare and he grips my elbow, shoving me towards the stairs. I try and fight him off by squirming but he’s too strong for me.

He keeps me wrenched by the elbow until we reach the top of the staircase and then he shoves me away. I stumble forward, but catch myself just in time.

“Skirt and panties off!” he barks with his fists clenched.

I frown up at him. I know the routine already, and even though I’m pissed, my hands are shaky as I pull my skirt down. Even shakier when I manage to get my panties off too.

I’m completely naked in this room again.

In front of this damn bed.

I can feel his eyes running all over me, and when he steps in closer and brings a hand up, I flinch.

He pauses, remaining still for a split second. In no time, he continues with what he was about to do. He tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. Chills run down my spine from the gesture. It’s almost too warm.

“Get on the bed, on your knees, and then face me.” I glance up, but his hard brown eyes are already on me.

I climb on top of the bed and then turn around, looking right up at him. With short strides he steps forward. Grabbing my wrist, he pulls my hand up and forces it on his chest. Gradually sliding my palm down his upper body, he lets out a ragged sigh, as if my touch is enough to satisfy him.

I’m confused, but I keep my lips sealed.

When my hands meet the V carved into his waist, he stops me. “Unbuckle my belt.”

With unstable hands, I do as told, gaze plummeting. The buckle jingles as I loosen it.

“Unbutton my pants,” he demands with a low voice.

I unbutton them, and he slides them down to his ankles. He’s wearing a pair of gray briefs, and I see the solid bulge there. He’s so hard, and I honestly don’t know why.

How can such a “disobedient” girl make a strict man like him so hard? If anything, I should be turning him off for going against his word.

His hand comes down to stroke my cheek. His thumb runs over the area where the stitches are and I wince. When he pulls away, he steps out of his pants and then picks them up.

Yanking out the belt from the loops, he folds it in half in one hand and then tosses the slacks aside.

The thick leather hangs in front of him, and the sight of it causes fear to strike me. I begin to panic, fidgeting on my knees.

He grips my shoulder to keep me still.

“Rest on your stomach, but keep your head up.”

He forces me down to my belly. I keep my head up, watching…waiting. My heart can’t take this. It’s pounding so hard. Dangerously hard.

“You’re going to suck my cock, Gianna,” he murmurs when his lips come closer to my ear. “And as I fuck the shit out of that beautiful mouth of yours, I am going to spank you with this belt. And I will continue spanking you with it until I feel myself coming deep down your fucking throat. After the trouble you’ve caused—that I had to clean up—you fucking owe me this.”

Pressing down on my shoulder, he lowers me until his rock hard bulge is directly in front of my face. When he pulls away, he tugs his briefs down and his cock springs free.

And oh my fucking goodness.

He’s enormous.

Thick and veiny, with a bulbous tip that would stretch me wider than ever before. He’s perfectly hung, and for a second I think about Toni, and how he would envy a man with such a beautiful, massive cock, showing it off to me.

Why couldn’t it be small and ugly and pinky-sized?

Why does it have to be so…big?

My breathing accelerates when he moves his hips forward and presses the tip on my mouth. My lips are still sealed, but he grips my face, forcing me to spread them apart.

“Resist,” he growls, lifting the belt in the air, “and this will end up being worse than it needs to be for you.”

I unwillingly open my mouth, and he shoves himself right in. No hesitation whatsoever. I gag from that first thrust, my stomach clenching as I try to claim oxygen.


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