Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

can track me, and there are four of them. Panic seizes me. Shit.
We race onto the highway, speeding down the dark lane, and Del dips off
to the left suddenly, taking the long, smoothly paved road up to Fox Hill.
The oaks on both sides provide a canopy from the moon and stars, and I
can only make out the sheen in Callum’s eyes as I stare at him and he stares
back at me. Darkness consumes us, and he knows what’s about to happen as
well as I do.
I feel a sting on my neck and know his nail has cut my skin. “You will
never come back from this,” I murmur.
“I’m not worried about me.”
“You should be,” I say. “This is gonna hurt.”
No one is really evil. And not many are crazy or sick.
He’s angry. He won’t always feel like this. Is he sure this is a road he
wants to cross?
His eyes narrow, and I can tell he’s thinking about it. Can he still let me
go? Or has he gone too far and might as well finish?
Reaching behind me slowly, I slip off the gold strappy heels I put Clay in
a month ago. I won’t be able to run in them.
Del slams on the brakes, and the SUV screeches to a halt. I dart my gaze
out of the window, seeing we’re on the golf course, around the back of the
field house. Aracely used to work the beer cart on the course, and I had to
pick her up one time.
The doors open, the scent of wood, grass, and sweat hitting me as
someone grabs me and pulls me out of the cab. Delaney spins me around and
looks down at me as Callum tightens the band around my wrists. A smile
lights up Del’s eyes, and I’m not sure this guy has ever looked me in the eye,
or knew I existed when he was at Marymount, but he sure knows now.
His eyes trail down and then back up my body, and it hits me that I’m in
my underwear. Panties and a little corset, my dress on the floor of the limo.
“What a waste,” he gripes.
And his hands spread over my stomach, sliding to my back, and I fight,
hollering until my throat is raw.
And then, all of a sudden, teeth sink into my ass, and I whip around. I
kick Milo, not giving him time to fight back before I throw myself on top of
him, both of us falling to the ground and my knee slamming into his groin.
“Ah!” he bellows.
I growl, he yanks my hair, pulling my head back, and then someone