Page 66 of Venomous Games

MAVEN

I can honestly say I’m not someone who’s easily shaken.

I’ve learned when to control myself and when to let my anger loose.

He picks me up and pins me against the shower wall, then spears his fingers through my blue hair. I feel his cock nudging at my entrance, and at this moment, I can honestly say I’ve completely forgotten about the two dead bodies in the living room.

“You are such a fucking badass,” he whispers in my ear as he slides into me. I gasp when he bottoms out and then just holds himself still inside me. His hand brushes away my hair as I stare at him.

“I know. Thanks for acknowledging it.” I smirk at him. “Maybe this marriage can work. If you continue to stroke my ego, that is.”

“I’m sure planning on stroking something.” He lifts and then lowers me on his cock. My hands are glued to his shoulders, and my nails dig into his flesh as he moves me up and down at the most perfect pace. And then he kisses me like I’m the air he needs to breathe.

His hands grip my ass, squeezing tight, as we continue to rock together. My clit rubs against his lower abdomen, and my nipples scrape against his chest, and the friction is almost too much to bear.

He tears his mouth from mine and then trails kisses down to my neck. I feel him sucking, then we’re both coming so fucking hard that I can’t help the scream that escapes my lips before my head lolls to his shoulder. We stay like that for a second before he lifts me off of his cock and places me back on my feet.

“Victor is out there waiting for me. I have to go. Will you be okay? Should I call your sister?”

I brush off his concern. “Yes, I’ll be fine. And, no, don’t call her. I’m going to nap, and I’ll visit her in the morning,” I tell him.

“Okay. I’ll keep an eye on you through the cameras while you’re sleeping. Keep your phone’s ringer on so you’ll hear me call if I see anything I don’t like.”

“Boston?”

“Yes?” He pushes my hair back from my face.

“What exactly is the hunt?”

He tenses for a moment but relaxes quickly. “Twice a year, all the members of the Forsaken Society join together in what is called the hunt,” he tells me as the warm water washes over my body.

“You don’t hunt animals, do you?” I ask, sure I know the answer.

“We do not.” He shakes his head.

“I figured as much.” I grab the soap and start washing myself.

“Does that bother you?” he questions.

“No, of course it doesn’t.” He slowly runs a hand down my back. “Would they put me in the hunt if they find out what I did?” I ask.

“Yes. In a heartbeat. Reon’s wife was chosen as prey because he shared too much with her, and he decided to marry her over Soren’s sister.”

“And Soren? He’s in charge, correct?”

“Yes, he is.” He nods, and I turn off the water. I hold out my hand, and he grabs a towel and hands it to me.

“Your house is currently a mess,” I say, pointing out the obvious.

“I’m well aware.” He smiles at me.

“You hate mess.”

“I do. But your mess…” I wait for him to finish, but a knock on the bathroom door interrupts us.

“Bodies are gone,” Victor calls through the door.

Boston wraps a towel around his waist as he heads to the door. I follow behind him with a large, fluffy towel covering me. Victor stands in the bedroom doorway, taking up most of the space with how large he is.