Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

There are people who will never be lucky enough to feel this.
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I probably pull her too roughly, but I’m just too full of energy. We burst
through the front doors, out onto the front walkway just before the circular
drive, and I swing her into my arms.
“Well, that was fun,” she teases.
I paw the back of her dress, pulling the tie to the corset as I breathe in the
balmy air and bite her lips.
“These dresses suck,” I growl in a low voice over her mouth.
“I agree,” she groans. “I feel like meringue.”
I laugh and grab her hand, both of us running to the parking lot and
toward our limo. An hour was long enough, right? We stood our ground,
danced, held hands, and now it’s time to get out of Dodge before I have to
subject her to my grandmother. That will happen eventually.
Tonight, she’s mine. I back her into the car and press myself between her
legs as I yank up her skirt and try to find her skin in all the fabric.
“School’s going to be fun on Monday,” I whisper.
“You scared?”
“No.”
At this moment, not at all. And I don’t think I will be when the time
comes either. I mean, I’m pretty sure most of Marymount knows by now.
Someone in there tweeted and snapped a picture.
Which reminds me…
I pull out my phone as Liv sucks on my neck, sending shivers across my
body. I switch off my phone and tuck it back inside my breast pocket.
I grab her and we both can’t get close enough to each other.
“Get it!” someone calls out, followed by a whistle.
I scowl, looking over my shoulder. Krisjen stands with Aracely by the
back door of the banquet hall, both of them smoking.
I roll my eyes and open the door, shoving Liv inside the limo. “Get in.”
Jumping in after her, the driver snaps to, his snoring cut off as he wakes
up.
“Take me home,” I tell him, pressing the button to close the partition
between us and pulling off my hat.
I see him nod before I lose sight of him. A moment later, the engine