Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

“A friend.”
“Someone you’ve been with before?”
“Yes.”
My chest caves, and my stomach knots. Tears burn my eyes. Fuck. I don’t
know what’s worse—Martelle or someone she has a history with.
Definitely someone she has a history with. It’s a reminder that she had a
life before me. That there are other people who can make her happy.
What the hell’s happening? I see Callum talking to girls. Girls looking at
him. I don’t give a shit. In fact, it relieves me a little to see him preoccupied,
his attention off of me.
With Liv, I could stab someone, because there’s nothing I can do to stop
the past. That girl above us has kissed Liv. Touched her. Liv was alone with
her, doing things and tasting and biting and not thinking about me at all.
Ugh…
I grab her waist and yank her in. She shoves me off, growling, but I grab
her again. “I’m sorry I drove past you last weekend,” I whisper over her lips.
I’m sorry, okay?
She stills, her hands paused, about to push me off, but she doesn’t.
“You didn’t deserve that,” I tell her. “I wanted you there more than
anything.”
“Would you have done anything differently?” she asks.
I stare into her eyes, her nose an inch from mine. The lie sits on the tip of
my tongue. Yes. I would’ve told them I’m tired, and I’m going home and to
find their own rides. Then, I’d swing around the corner, risk being seen, and
pick you up. How easy would that have been?
But I know I’d be scared. They were right there, watching me.
She takes my face in her hands, not blinking once. “You know what I
want?” She hardens her voice. “For you to stop lying to me.”
She backs me into the table, and I reach back, gripping it with my hands
to steady myself.
“I don’t need you to be soft,” she says. “And I don’t need to be seduced.
You wanna fuck, because it feels good, right?”
No, I…
But she shakes me. “Right?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, it felt good.”
“Because I get you off.”
“N—”