Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

watching you.”
We keep the lights off, and I forget to even to look around to see if my
predictions of either a white or pink color scheme are correct.
“I know someday everyone will be watching you,” she says, biting my
ear. “As you play…” She pauses, thinking. “Mad Max surrendering to the
animal inside you as you navigate the barren wasteland of Earth to avenge the
death of your wife and child.”
I laugh, but she’s kissing and biting everything—my ear, my neck—and
my head drops back, my eyes closing.
“Or maybe, you’ll be her love interest,” Clay teases. “A damsel in
distress?”
Never. I’m always in charge.
But then I hear a click and feel something cold and sharp between my
legs.
I go still, a jolt of surprise hitting me. Maybe I’m not always in charge,
after all. “Clay?”
And just then, I register my blade missing from where it was hooked onto
my skirt.
She holds it drawn, between my legs, as she glides her mouth up my neck
and paws my breast with her other hand.
“You’re so pretty, Liv,” she breathes out. “You know you’re never
getting away from me, right?”
Clay Collins presses her body into mine, kneading me—squeezing what’s
hers—and inhaling my scent as she nibbles my neck.
“Say ‘yes, I know’,” she orders me.
“Yes.”
Holding the knife, she peels down my underwear. “You know you’re
mine. Say yes.”
“Yes.”
My knees quiver, and I’m turned on but a little scared too, because her
voice is more of a warning than a comfort. Like no matter how much I think
I’ll stand up for myself and fight back, she’ll always have power over me.
Like she knows that she’ll be Mrs. Ames someday, and I’ll be working
for her, part of my job taking place in her bed when her husband’s not
around.
“Clay…”
But she releases my breast and grips my neck, instead. I gasp. “You’re