Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 55: Need

Chapter 55: Need

-Kathrine Andrews: (Song of the Chapter: House Of Cards by BTS)

"I want... I..."

Glyndon’s breath was hot against my lips, her voice trembling as she tried to speak. But the words didn’t come easily. She was still straddling me, her thighs tight around my waist, her hands braced against my shoulders as if she needed something—anything—to hold on to.

Her face was burning, flushed so red I almost wanted to bite her cheeks just to see if they’d taste as hot as they looked. But I didn’t. That felt too intimate, too much like something a real couple would do. And we weren’t that.

We were not a couple, let alone a real one. We weren’t anything. We were nothing.

One of my hands moved almost on its own, trailing up her side before settling around her throat, not squeezing—just holding. Feeling the quick pulse beneath my fingers. I tugged her down until our mouths were barely an inch apart, our breaths mingling, my grip firm but not forceful.

"What?" My voice came out lower, rougher than I intended. "What do you want?"

A visible shiver ran through her, and I swore I could feel it echo through my own body, traveling down my spine, curling deep in my stomach.

And then—

She started moving.

A slow, deliberate roll of her hips.

My breath hitched as her core dragged over my lap, rubbing against my thigh desperately even with the layers of fabric between us, the friction was enough to make my thighs clench and knots form in my lower abdomen as my fingers tighten slightly around her throat, making it hard for her to breath which sent blood rushing to her cheeks.

She sucked in a shaky breath, her teeth grazing her bottom lip before she whispered, her voice laced with something desperate, something almost innocent despite the filth dripping from her words and her actions.

"You." Her eyes, dark with need, stayed locked on mine. "I want to please you. Please show me how."

What?

Did I hear this correctly?

I stilled.

My brain short-circuited.

My body? Oh, I understood exactly what she meant.

My heart slammed against my ribs as I processed what she just said.

She. Glyndon fucking Walton.

She wanted to please me.

Me.

My throat felt dry. My skin felt too tight. My hands twitched with the urge to grab her, push her down, take—

No.

I had to be smart about this.

I forced myself to keep my expression unreadable, my lips curving into something slow, something dangerous. If she thought I’d just let her do whatever she wanted—if she thought she could touch me that deeply and not have consequences—she was out of her damn mind.

"Please, let me," she whispered again, still grinding against my lap like she couldn’t help herself.

Fuck.

She was already so far gone.

I could feel the heat radiating from her, could see how badly she wanted this, and the fact that she was begging only made it worse.

I could end this right now.

I should end this right now.

Instead, I leaned in, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear before murmuring, "Okay."

She lit up instantly, her smile widening, relief flashing across her face like she thought I’d make this easy for her.

But that smile faded just as quickly when I added, "Go to the floor. Get naked. Then kneel and beg me."

I sat back, waiting, knowing she wouldn’t do it.

There was no way in hell Glyndon Walton—one of my biggest bullies, a rich princess—was about to strip for me, kneel for me, submit to me.

This was my way out.

This was my way to keep control.

Because as much as I wanted a pretty girl like her between my legs, this was still Glyndon.

Letting her touch me like that—letting her have that kind of power over me—would only make me attached to her.

And I couldn’t let that happen.

I fully expected her to scoff, roll her eyes, maybe even shove me, and storm out.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she reached up, removed my hand from her throat, and stood up.

And then—

She started stripping.

I froze.

My mouth went dry as I watched her, completely unable to believe what was happening right in front of me.

She kept her eyes locked onto mine as she reached for the hem of her sweater, slowly peeling it up over her head. The soft fabric fell to the floor with barely a sound, quickly followed by her pants, leaving her in nothing but black lace panties and a matching bra.

But she didn’t stop there.

Her fingers went to the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with ease before letting the straps slide down her arms. She tossed it at me, the lacy scrap landing on my lap.

And then—

She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her legs.

The next thing I knew, they were in my hands too.

Soft. Warm. Drenched.

My fingers curled around the delicate fabric, my mind barely processing how fucking wet she was.

And Glyndon?

She just stood there.

Completely bare.

Completely unapologetic.

Then, as if to add the final nail in my coffin—

She sank to her knees.

And with a look that could bring me to my own, she whispered,

"Now what, Kathrine?"

I clenched my fingers around the scrap of lace in my hands, my nails digging into the delicate fabric.

She was kneeling.

Right there.

Right in front of me.

Completely bare.

Her body was illuminated by the dim glow of the bedside lamp, soft shadows tracing over every curve, every dip of her toned stomach, every line of muscle in her thighs. Her skin flushed, a faint pink hue spreading from her cheeks down her chest.

But it was her eyes that held me captive.

Not embarrassed. Not unsure.

No, she was looking at me with something dark, something hungry.

Like she was waiting.

Like she was desperate for me to say something.

Like she was dying for me to tell her what to do next.

My heartbeat slammed against my ribs, the heat between my thighs pulsing with every second that stretched between us.

She’s doing this.

She’s really on her knees for me.

I should say something. I should do something.

But all I could do was stare.

And then—

Glyndon parted her lips and whispered, "Please."

I swallowed hard.

That voice.

Breathless, hushed, but not shy. Needy.

I let my fingers loosen, the lace of her panties slipping from my grasp, and sat up straighter, forcing my expression to stay cold, to stay unreadable.

"You’re missing something." My voice came out sharper than I expected, but I didn’t soften it.

She frowned slightly, tilting her head, her long hair falling over her shoulder like a dark curtain.

I let my gaze drop, raking over the sight of her, completely exposed, and then—

I pointed to the floor.

Her lips parted slightly. A flicker of hesitation flashed across her face, but it was gone just as quickly as it appeared.

I leaned forward, voice low, taunting.

"Knees down, Glyndon."

Her breath hitched.

I didn’t think she’d do it.

I thought she’d finally snap, throw some insult my way, tell me to go fuck myself and storm out.

But instead—

She obeyed.

Slowly, deliberately, she adjusted herself, letting her thighs spread just a little wider as she shifted from sitting on her heels to fully pressing her knees and shins against the floor.

I exhaled through my nose, watching as she placed her hands on her lap, fingers curling slightly against her skin.

She looked up at me.

And then she spoke.

"Please, Kathrine."

I felt that.

A shiver ran down my spine, heat tightening low in my stomach.

I clenched my thighs together, every nerve in my body tightening at the sound of her voice.

She said it like she meant it.

Like she wasn’t just playing along—like she was begging me.

I swallowed against the dryness in my throat, my fingers twitching on the bedspread.

"Please what?" I pushed, needing to hear her say it.

She inhaled sharply, her chest rising, her nipples hard from either the cool air or the way I was watching her.

Her fingers twitched against her thighs, and then—

She moved closer.

Leaning in, crawling toward me on her knees, like she couldn’t stand the distance between us any longer.

Her voice broke. "Please... let me please you," she whispered, breath hitching, her hands trembling where they hovered near my thighs. "I need to. I need to feel you. I—I don’t care what you do to me, just—please, Kathrine, I’ll do anything."

My entire body burned.

I should stop this.

I should.

But I didn’t want to.

I reached out, tilting her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to hold my gaze.

"You’ll do anything?" I mused, letting my thumb brush along her bottom lip, smirking at the way she immediately parted her lips, breath hot against my skin.

She nodded frantically, eyes wide, almost wild with want.

"Anything."

I could feel her shaking, barely keeping still, every inch of her body screaming for my touch.

I let the silence stretch between us, watching her squirm, until her breathing turned ragged, her thighs pressed together, and her lips trembling.

And then—

I leaned in.

Voice low, teasing.

"Use your mouth."

A shudder wracked through her, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

"And do not stop until I say so."

She moaned—actually moaned—at my words.

And then—

She moved.

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