Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

starts.
“Undo me,” Liv pants, giving me her back as she turns her head and
kisses me.
“God, I love you so much,” I tell her, yanking the thread of the corset,
loosening her gown, but unable to keep my mouth off her neck, shoulders,
and lips.
Reaching back, she wraps her hand around the back of my neck. “Let’s
go to my house, instead,” she says, kissing me. “I want you loud tonight.”
Fine, okay. God, I don’t care where we go. I just need her.
“You let that girl wear your jacket,” I grit out, finally pulling her bodice
down.
She scoots the dress off and shoves it to the floor. “Oh, calm down. You
can’t kill her.”
I wrap one arm around her stomach, her tight corset keeping me from her
skin. I stick my other hand down her panties. “Can I stick my tongue down
your throat in front of her?”
She breathes out a laugh between kisses. “I like you jealous.”
Reaching up, I press the intercom. “Take us to 2743 Devon Road,
instead.”
“Yes, Miss Collins,” the driver replies.
“Yes, Miss Collins,” Liv mimics.
I release the button, take her in my arms, and eat up her mouth so fast I
don’t know if I can wait.
“God, drive faster,” I beg the driver, too softly for him to hear.
I kiss her forehead and every inch of her face, learning her body like it’s
my home. Every curve. Every bone. Every patch of skin.
This is my girl. And I know I was made for her.
A screech hits my ears moments before the limo halts, and I grab onto Liv
with one hand and the back of the seat with the other, keeping us steady.
What the hell?
The limo stops, and I don’t have time to remove the partition to talk to the
driver before the glass on the door shatters, and an arm reaches inside the car
and unlocks it.
I gasp, every muscle hard as I pull Liv back. But I’m not fast enough.
The door whips open, and Callum is there in jeans and a hoodie, dark
figures looming behind him.
He sticks his head inside, his eyes gleaming with delight when he sees her