Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I jam my stick between her legs mid-stride. She stumbles, but before she
falls, she grabs onto me and pulls me with her. Shit!
She cries out, I grunt, and our sticks fall to the wayside as I crash on top
of her, my skull damn-near hitting hers.
“Bitch!” she blurts out. She tries to shove me off, but I’m sick of her shit.
I grapple for her wrists, pinning them to the ground and glare down at her.
“How desperate for attention you are,” I spit out. “How shallow and
small. I think you like engaging me. You like spending any time you can with
me, don’t you?”
She tips her chin up, closing her mouth but still breathing heavy through
her nose, her jaw clenched. A lock of hair, darkened by rain, snakes under her
left eye and across her nose.
I release her arms, but I don’t move. “Come on.” I hover over her, gazing
down. “Hit me. Then I can hit you back and numb you like you want me to.
Bullies are always in so much more pain than they inflict.”
Her wrists remain pinned to the grass, her stubborn, little chin unmoving
and her eyes unwavering.
But I feel her, all the same. My legs around her body, my thighs hugging
her… The cool, soft flesh of her wet legs presses against my calves.
All of a sudden, my smile falls, and I have no ambition to move. An
amazing little buzz vibrates under my skin as I become aware of her body
underneath mine.
Rain hits my skin like darts, but all I feel is the heat of her through our
clothes.
She isn’t moving away. Why isn’t she trying to get away?
I leave her eyes, trailing my own down her neck, down her chest, her
chilled nipples pressing against her bra, and down her stomach, feeling and
seeing it shake in the inch between us, betraying the stone in her expression.
I shift my eyes back up to hers, a quiet laugh escaping my chest. She’s
scared of me. She’s actually scared of me.
But why?
“Get off,” she spits out.
I just laugh again, lowering my face to hers a little more. “Scared I’ll like
the position we’re in and make a move?” I tease. “Or are you scared you
want me to make a move?”
She digs in her eyebrows, fucking quiet for once.
“Come on, it’s just like being with a man, Clay,” I mock, unable to hide