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Chapter 79 of "Tempting Venom" opens revealing intense scenes: Iām not sure if heās curious or just confused, but heās attracted to me.He opened... Keep reading!
Iām not sure if heās curious or just confused, but heās attracted to me.
He opened his mouth for me like averygood boy that day when he was drunk. After that, he came so hard when I spanked his ass only a little.
And while that falls well within my plan, my reaction to him doesnot.
Itās justā¦I didnāt expect how viscerally Iād feel for him.
I like my fuck buddies silent and obedient. Preston is neither. Heās such a disrespectful loudmouth, and so far from my type, it should be a turn-off.
And yet heās the first person my dick has come alive to without himhavingto touch it.
As I said. Acomplication.
One I wonāt allow to ruin my course of action.
I throw my duffle bag over my shoulder, grab my stick, and head through the entrance.
Itās been over five minutes. That should be enough time to give him space.
The moment I walk into the locker room, I pause, my fingers tightening on the sling of my duffle bag.
Preston is standing in front of his locker, naked except for tight black boxer briefs that barely fit him, rummaging around inside.
Taut legs that go for miles, all defined and sculpted from years of conditioning training. It doesnāt show in hockeyclothes, but heās actually quite muscularābig, proportionate, and with the most beautiful, lean, sculpted waist.
But the thing that stops me in my tracks is the snake.
A creepily detailed serpent thatās inked across his entire right half, its tail coiling around his arm near the wrist, winding up his bicep and shoulder, wrapping across his back in multiple loops before reappearing along his ribs and abs. Its head rests low on his hips, snarling from just above the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Itāsā¦riveting. Just like the man wearing it.
Beautiful. Dangerous. Pretending to be whole.
I wonder if the snake means somethingāespecially paired with the yin and yang behind his earāor if these were symbols he collected because he thought they looked cool when he chose his tattoos.
There are scars, too. Pale lines scattered across his back, old and fresh, like heās a walking target.
How the hell do they raise their children in this hellish town?
I tap my thumb against my middle finger while I take him in. Heāsā¦unusually unguarded right now. He left the door open behind him, so he must have known Iād followāyet nothing about him is tense.
Heās simply standing there, unaware of how much the sight of him provokes my inner demon.
Certainly, he didnāt think Iād run away just because he was a little violent.
A little freaked out.
Nearly choked himself with his stick.
I suppose someone else would have left. Lucky for him, Iāmnotsomeone else.
He retrieves his compression shirt and pauses but doesnātlook at me. āTell anyone about what you just saw, and Iāll pluck your eyes out and use them as earrings.ā
āAw, you want to keep me on you forever?ā
He releases a tsking sound as he tilts his head in my direction and glares at me. Preston probably doesnāt realize how adorable he is when spouting his homicidal gibberish.
He also doesnāt know that he lets me into his head so easily. I know exactly the right buttons to push to provoke such a reaction in him toward me.