Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I thread her hair through my fingers, feeling its soft silkiness, and nibble
her mouth as a moan escapes me.
“Liv,” she begs, her mouth trailing across my cheek and down my neck as
she grinds into me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, gripping her hair at her scalp, the urge to go too
hard overcoming me. God, I can’t fucking stop. I take her throat in my hand
and force her head back, sucking and biting her lips and relishing the feel of
her body in my hands.
I’ll show her what she gets for treating me like her fucking servant. For
sabotaging all our team’s hard work, and for never being kind to me.
And for letting that punk-ass frat boy touch her. What the hell does she
see in him? He has an alarming array of pastel-colored Polo shirts, because
he needs to let everyone know he’s a white-as-fuck, roofie-jungle-juicemaking
Chad.
I kiss her hard, my blood boiling down my arms.
She whimpers, and I’m not sure if it’s pleasure or pain. “Liv.”
“Don’t talk.” I pull away and take her hand. “Get in the car.”
I nod toward Dallas’s Mustang and advance on her as she backs up
toward it. Her steps are slow, as if she’s unsure, but her chest rises and falls,
and I know she wants it.
I don’t look at her face.
The door opens, I climb in the seat after her, and close the door, pulling
her into my arms.
“We’ll be seen,” she murmurs against my lips.
I press my forehead to hers, running my thumb over her bottom lip and
almost smelling that perfume that made me want to bury my nose in her skin
the first time I saw her. “Sanoa is where secrets go to breathe,” I tell her.
No one cares what we do here. Here, you can have me all you want.
“You won’t tell anyone?” she asks.
Megan’s worried about losing her job for fucking around with a student.
The girl in my head is worried about her boyfriend discovering what
really makes her come.
“I won’t tell anyone,” I say.
And I pull her in, slipping my tongue into her mouth and my hand up her
skirt.
She moans, the pulse in her neck throbbing against my fingers as she
squirms.