Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

can have problems.”
I never thought Clay’s life was gold just because she’s rich and beautiful.
Happy people don’t act how she did.
She kept up the façade for a long time, though. Resisting me.
“Why did you finally let it happen?” I ask, nearly brushing her nose and
gazing at her mouth that I want so badly.
She kisses me softly. “Because for four years, if I wasn’t sleeping, I was
thinking of you,” she murmurs. “And even then sometimes, in my dreams.”
Her mouth lingers on my cheek, and I know now what the tattoo means.
The one on the inside of her finger and what she meant at the theater earlier
when she didn’t think I heard her. Within this inch, I’m free.
It’s a paraphrase of a quote from V for Vendetta. A part of us that we’ll
never sell—a small piece we keep to ourselves and covet and hold tightly for
dear life, because it’s the only place inside of us we truly live.
Just an inch. But it’s ours.
“I wanted to be alone with you and touch you and smell you and talk to
you with every part of my body, except my voice,” she says.
My eyelids flutter closed, and I understand. After years of her treatment,
my pride is dented, because I should’ve told her to go to hell, but… There
was always more. Almost as if I knew we’d be here eventually.
She bites my jaw gently, the heat and wet of her mouth sending tingles
spiraling down to my stomach.
“Do you hear that?” she asks. And then kisses me where she bit. “And
that?”
I nod. I hear you.
“Take me to your room,” I tell her.
“You should call home.” She continues to peck on my jaw. “Tell them
you won’t be home tonight.”
“Later.”
Macon tracks my phone, so he never really worries.
She pulls me, backing up toward her bedroom as I pull the door closed
behind me and follow. Her mouth covers mine, her moans sinking down my
throat as we nearly trip over our feet.
I work my ponytail out, my long locks falling down around me, and Clay
pushes me up against her desk, closing her door and locking it.
“You’re so beautiful.” She kisses me again and again, lifting my shirt
over my head. “Especially on stage. God, you blew my mind tonight. I loved