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Chapter 209 of "Tempting Venom" starts unfolding: And he gave me a fucking ultimatumāknowing the meaning of my tattoo first. Something Iāll... Discover more!
And he gave me a fucking ultimatumāknowing the meaning of my tattoo first. Something Iāll take to the grave, but honestly, Iām considering lying just so heāll tell me.
Because I asked his ex-girlfriend Dallasāaway from Kane, because heās already suspecting something is up lately, and I donāt want to end up being questioned.
Anyway, I asked Destinyās Child if she knows whether or not Marcus had a girlfriend he adored so dearly who couldhave loved daisies. I told her the reason I wanted to know is so that I can use her against him, of course. Defra said sheād never put the girl in danger even if she knew.
āHave you met Marcus?ā She looked at me incredulously in class. āThat guy is not capable of love.ā
āDidnāt stop you from dating him.ā
āA mistake I will never recover from. Do you know why I dumped him after only two weeks?ā
āYou came to your senses?ā
āThat and he tried to share me with his teammates.ā Her lips snarled.
āOh?ā
āYeah. He said it was something about how he enjoys watching his fuck buddies being railed by others.ā
I wonder if he shared the girl he got the fucking daisy tattoo for.
My fingers twitch and I picture a knife in my hands as I slash and stab and erase the fuck out of that tattoo until itās all bloody and messy and unrecognizable?ā
Jesus Christ.
Why the hell am I letting those gory thoughts loose? And what is thisā¦feeling? The damning need for possession, to chain him to me so heāll never have a way out.
Iām the one who said this is just sex, but who the fuck was I kidding?
Thereās no way in hell Iād allow myself to be used like a greedy, little slut if it were just sex. I also wouldnāt have let him touch me so intimately, hug meā¦
FuckāI let himhugme.
It still feels odd, and my skin prickles, and sometimes itreallyhurts worse than any of his lashes, but he doesnāt like it when I keep a distance.
I think if I continue to do that, if I keep running away, heāll just abandon me.
LikeMom.
I squirm, and the bruises on my ass and thighs burn like hell. Marcus did lather them with some ointment earlier, but theyāre still deliciously painful.
With a muffled moan, I shift a bit so I can watch him closer. The slope of his nose, the hard line of his jawāthey all look so proportionate.
A wild strand of hair falls on his forehead, and I gently push it away, leaving my hand there. It burns a bit, like every time I touch him, my body recoiling against the notion of being so close, but I canāt stay away.
Canāt stop.
Even if I feel like Iām being split open by my demons from the inside.
And despite their groaning and moaning and slashes of pain, I just donāt move, letting my fingers linger on his warm skin.
Have I ever been this fascinated with a girl I fucked?
The answer is hell no. Never laid in bed with them or touched them.
Now that I think about it, sex used to be a mindless release. A way for me to let go of tension, holding the same importance as killing and slashing.
But it was all temporary, something that lasted for the moment, then quietly vanished.