Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

“Come on, Milo!” someone shouts, but his brow is etched in anger, and I
can see his face flush with strain.
“So, is this it?” I laugh. “Is it happening now? Is this what I’ve been
missing?”
A laugh bubbles up from my stomach so deep there’s no sound as I shake.
“He can’t fucking get it up,” I taunt.
He shoves me down and grips my throat, digging his fingers in, and I
fight not to squeeze my eyes shut. He can’t tell how badly my body is
shaking in the struggle.
I work the tie again and again. Come on. Please.
“Is it happening yet?” I force out at the top of my lungs. “Come on, baby.
Fuck me up. Come on!”
“Goddammit!” he shouts, throwing me off and stuffing his shit back
inside his pants. “She won’t shut the fuck up.”
Del hands him a roll of duct tape, and I wiggle my hands out, sweat
beading my brow. I pull my hands through the fabric, finally freeing them as
Milo comes over. He bites off a strip of tape and moves for my mouth, but I
launch up, grab the bar light over the pool table and yank it again and again,
screaming at the top of my lungs.
It crashes down, right on top of Milo’s head, disorienting him, and I move
fast. Shoving him off, I bolt off the tables, run for the door behind me, and
fucking pray it’s not a closet.
I dive through, the hallway on the other side dark, but I spot a bit of light
at the end and race for it. Shouts echo behind me, and I pass a small, black
table against the wall and shove it to the ground as they launch through the
door after me. I run for the end of the hallway, diving into a great room,
moonlight glowing through the window and across the floor.
“Ah!” someone bellows.
“Fuck!” Callum growls.
Grunts and crashes sound behind me, and I know they’ve stumbled over
the obstacle in the hallway, hopefully fucking piling on top of each other.
Throwing open the front door, I leap outside, into the night, the sprinklers
spraying in long, misty arches over the green.
Digging in my heels, I run for the tree line in my bare feet.
“Liv!”
And I recognize the voice instantly.
I whip around, seeing Clay run for me, and I catch her in my arms as she