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What happens in Chapter 85 of "Tempting Venom"? I donât like heavy.Heavy closes my throat and flips that morbid claustrophobia switchâthe one that... Read on to find out!
I donât like heavy.
Heavy closes my throat and flips that morbid claustrophobia switchâthe one that whispers,Youâre being crushed alive, and thereâs nothing you can do about it, sweetheart.
Itâs the entire reason being straight makes senseâsupposedto be straight. The women I fuck are lighter. I can lift them, flip them, and control every inch of the interaction. They canât overpower me. I donât let them.
My eyes widen becauseâŚwait. IâmlettingMarcus.
Iâm choosing to keep my hands braced against the locker when I could reach back and fight.
Hit.
Punch.
Kick.
He isnât that much bigger than me, and I can fightâreallyfight bloody. Iâve taken down so many men bigger than me, slashed them to pieces, and watched their eyes turn vacant.
So why the fuck am I not doing anything right now? Iâm actually choosing toâŚallow this.
Blasphemy.
Try again, brain. Give me literally any other explanation for the clusterfuck you got us into.
Marcus pulls awayâand instead of relief, something weird, restricting, and uncomfortable ignites low in my stomach.
I can still feel his heat on my back, radiating in small, feverish sparks that coil inside me, settling deep in my gut.
The air turns thick. Charged. My body reacts instantlyâtingling, tightening, coming back to life in ways I disapprove of.
What the fuck is happening? Seriously. I want out.
Give me the emergency exit. The fire escape. A trapdoor. Anything?â
Thwack.
My spine jerks as the stickâs shaft connects with my ass.Pain explodes across the muscles as they give out under the strike.
âCount.â The rough edge of his voice fills the locker room like a curse in the form of a command.
âWhat?â I try to snap at him, but really, the feel of that lash was so fucking good, Iâm distracted by how my blood rushes to my cock.
Thwack.
I get on my tiptoes, sinking my teeth into my lower lip as a groan tries to escape, and it does. Partially.
âTwo. Count.â Thereâs atap-tapnoise of the stick hitting his hand. âLet me hear your voice.â
Thwack.
I clamp my teeth on my lip harder, even as my entire body vibrates with the hit, bursting across my spine and rushing all the way to my dick.
Itâs swelling fast, and my head just doesnotunderstand it.
Why?
JustâŚwhy?
A shoulder presses into mine, and I stiffen but soon relax. Itâs just a shoulder. A warm, broad shoulder thatâs coupled with deep, rambling breaths that spread across my back.