Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

Letting my eyes drift around the room, I flash my gaze here and there—
feeling her—but before I can find her, I spot Krisjen. I pause, watching her
dance with Trace Jaeger, half-hidden behind the stairs with her back into his
body.
He glides his hands all over her, and my first thought isn’t her boyfriend
who’s here and about to catch them. It’s how lucky she is that she can let her
Jaeger paw her in public, but she still won’t suffer half as much as I would if
mine were doing that.
I roll my hips, moving my arms and bouncing on my feet, and as I twist
my head side to side with the beat, I see her.
I think I see her.
I keep going, back and forth, blood rushing to my head as I take more of
her in every time I turn right. It’s her. Sitting on a pile of crates and leaning
against the wall, her head tipped back, one arm hanging over her bent knee,
and the other leg dangling over the side.
Dressed in black jeans with holes in the knees and a white tank top, a
flannel tied around her waist.
She watches me. Her eyes are shrouded, but under the cover of shadow, I
know she’s watching me.
And immediately I know that I can’t even fool myself. I’m not in control.
She has my heart in her fist.
I dance for her, my hand grazing between my legs and across the sliver of
visible bare skin between my shirt and my skirt. Reminding her of what I felt
like. Of who loves her good.
Arms slide around me, lazy but invasive, his finger slipping under the
waist of my skirt and touching my skin. Callum presses himself into my back,
and I watch Liv, knowing she’s watching me. Watching us. Under the
shadow of the speaker above her. Under her black lashes and dark eyes that
could’ve been closed, but I know they’re open. I know she’s watching. Her
hand hangs over her knee, her thumb calmly and steadily grinding back and
forth in her fist.
And I don’t stop him.
Callum moves, bringing me with him as his hand creeps up my torso. His
lips graze a line up my neck, and Liv still doesn’t move, digging her thumb
into her fist back and forth, over and over, her gaze still hidden under the
cover of darkness.
Krisjen spills out of the crowd, laughing with her drink sloshing and