Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 70: Ruin Me

Chapter 70: Ruin Me

-Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the Chapter: If You Think I’m Pretty by Artemas)

She took another step forward.

Slow.

Purposeful.

Like she was giving me time to react. To stop her. To run.

I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

Kathrine’s eyes stayed locked on mine, sharp and unreadable, as if she were measuring my reaction. Testing me. Seeing how far she could push before I snapped.

Before I did something reckless.

Before I did something I couldn’t take back.

The tension between us thickened, wrapping around the air, and making every breath feel heavier.

I should say something.

I should move.

But all I could do was watch as she tilted her head slightly like she found this amusing.

Like she knew exactly what was happening inside my head.

Her robe was loose, barely tied at the waist, hanging off one shoulder like she couldn’t be bothered to fix it. Like she wanted me to notice.

And I did.

God, I did.

My throat went dry as she reached up, gathering her damp hair and pulling it to one side, exposing the long, pale column of her neck.

She smelled clean.

Fresh.

Like warm water and soap and something faintly sweet vanilla, something dangerous.

Something I shouldn’t want.

"I thought you’d be gone."

Her voice was soft, but there was something in it. Something taunting.

Something knowing.

"So did I," I admitted.

Her lips twitched. "Yet, here you are."

I clenched my jaw, fists tightening on my lap. "I needed answers."

Her smirk deepened. "Right."

Like she didn’t believe me.

Like she thought this was about something else.

Something neither of us wanted to say out loud.

She took another step forward, the space between us shrinking until she was close enough that I could see a stray drop of water sliding down her collarbone, disappearing beneath the soft fabric of her robe.

I swallowed hard.

She saw it.

She knew.

And she liked it.

"Alex." I forced the name out, needing to ground myself. "What did you do to him?"

Her expression didn’t change.

She didn’t even blink.

But I caught the flicker of amusement in her eyes, the way her lips curled slightly as if she enjoyed this—enjoyed watching me unravel.

"Why does it matter?" she asked lightly.

"Because he’s not—" I stopped myself, took a breath, tried again. "He’s different. He’s doing whatever you tell him, and I need to know why."

Kathrine exhaled through her nose, almost like she was bored. "So you’re worried about him."

"Yes." That was a lie. A big one. Okay maybe I’m worried about him a little, he is still dear to me, but I’m more worried about the possibility of him having a taste of her.

He can not, nobody can.

I’m the only one allowed.

She lifted a brow, her gaze trailing over my face like she was searching for a lie.

"And that’s the only reason you’re here?"

I froze.

She tilted her head, stepping even closer.

I could feel the heat of her body, the slight dampness of her skin.

She smelled so good.

Too good.

And she was looking at me like she already knew the answer.

Like she already knew I wanted her.

But I refused to say it.

Refused to admit it.

So I just clenched my jaw and forced myself to nod.

"Yes."

Her smirk widened. "Liar."

I sucked in a sharp breath. "Kathrine—"

"Shh."

She reached out.

Not fast, not rough—just slow and deliberate, like she wanted to see if I would stop her.

I didn’t.

Her fingers brushed my jaw, featherlight, barely there.

I flinched.

Not because I didn’t want it.

But because I did.

Her nails scraped lightly against my skin, trailing down, stopping just beneath my chin.

Holding me.

Forcing me to look at her.

I hated it.

I loved it.

"I could ruin you," she murmured, tilting her head like she was thinking about it.

I swallowed. "You already are."

Kathrine’s smirk softened, just a little.

Not enough to be kind.

Just enough to be dangerous.

"You should’ve left," she whispered.

I didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

Didn’t do anything except wait.

And then—

She dropped her hand.

Stepped back.

Pulled away completely.

Like she hadn’t just shattered every nerve in my body with a single touch.

Like she hadn’t just toyed with me and let me live to tell the tale.

She knew this was enough to keep me coming back for more.

I exhaled sharply, trying to pull myself together, trying to ignore the way my body was still on fire.

Kathrine watched me for a second longer before turning away, and walking toward her dresser, completely unbothered.

Like this meant nothing to her.

Like I wasn’t still sitting here, wrecked.

Like I wasn’t still waiting for something—anything—more.

And I hated her for it.

I hated myself more.

-Glyndon Walton:

She thought she had control.

She thought she could toy with me, push me just enough to leave me wanting, and then walk away like it meant nothing.

Like I was just another piece in whatever game she was playing.

Like I wouldn’t push back.

Kathrine turned her back to me, reaching for something in her dresser, and that was my breaking point.

I moved before I could second-guess it.

Before I could think about the consequences.

Before I could remind myself that this was dangerous.

That she was dangerous.

I stood up, closing the space between us in two strides.

She barely had time to react before I grabbed her wrist.

Not hard.

Just enough.

Just enough to make her pause.

To make her realize she wasn’t the only one who could play this game.

She turned her head slightly, her eyes flicking down to where my fingers wrapped around her skin, then back up to my face.

Something flickered in her gaze.

Something sharp.

Something hungry.

"You’re still here," she murmured, voice smooth as silk.

"I am."

She smirked. "Bold of you."

I swallowed, tightening my grip just slightly. "You don’t get to mess with me and then walk away like it’s nothing."

Kathrine arched a brow, clearly amused. "Oh?"

I clenched my jaw. "Yeah."

Her smirk widened. "And what exactly are you going to do about it, Glyndon?"

The way she said my name—slow, taunting—wrecked me.

I didn’t think.

I just acted.

I turned her toward me fully, stepping in close, so close that I could feel her warmth, and smell the lingering scent of soap and water on her skin.

Her robe was still barely tied, hanging loose around her frame, but she didn’t fix it.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t stop me.

I lifted my other hand, hesitating for only a second before reaching up and gripping her jaw.

Her smirk faltered, lips parting slightly.

For the first time, I had her attention.

For the first time, she wasn’t the one in control.

I leaned in, close enough that my breath fanned against her lips.

Close enough to drive both of us insane.

"You keep pushing me," I whispered. "Like you want me to snap."

Kathrine didn’t say anything.

Didn’t pull away.

She just watched me, her expression unreadable, her breathing just a little too even.

Like she was daring me.

Like she was waiting.

So I did it.

I kissed her.

Hard.

Desperate.

Like I was trying to steal back every ounce of control she had over me.

Like I was trying to prove something.

But the second our lips met, the second her body melted against mine, I knew—

I was already ruined.

I was already hers.

And I didn’t care.

The second our lips met, my whole body burned.

Kathrine didn’t hesitate—didn’t pull away or push me off.

She kissed me back, matching my intensity like she’d been waiting for this like she’d known it would happen all along.

Her lips were soft, but the way she kissed me was anything but.

It was raw. Unapologetic. Claiming.

Like she was branding me.

Like she was making sure I knew exactly who had the power here.

But I wasn’t just going to let her take it.

I tightened my grip on her jaw, tilting her head back so I could kiss her deeper, pressing my body against hers, feeling the way her breath caught in her throat.

She liked this.

She liked me kissing her like I needed it to breathe.

I felt her hands skim up my breast, nails raking lightly against the fabric of my shirt before sliding up to my shoulders.

Then—a sharp pull.

I barely had time to react before she switched our positions, shoving me back against the dresser with a thud.

I let out a shaky breath, gripping the edge of the dresser to steady myself as she stepped closer, her robe still loose, hanging off one shoulder, teasing me with the barest hint of smooth skin.

She tilted her head, licking her lips, her voice a sultry whisper.

"You’re playing a dangerous game, Glyndon."

I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling too fast.

"So are you."

She smirked. "I always win."

"Not this time."

Before she could respond, I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against me so fast that a small gasp slipped past her lips.

I swallowed that sound, kissing her again—harder, hungrier.

This time, she didn’t fight for control.

She let me take it.

And I did.

I wrapped an arm around her waist, feeling the heat of her body pressed against mine.

My other hand slid down, fingertips tracing along the smooth skin of her thigh beneath the robe, my nails dragging slightly, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

She shivered.

Her hands tangled in my hair, nails scraping against my scalp in a way that made my head spin.

I groaned against her lips, and she moaned in response, the sound sending a bolt of heat straight through me.

I needed more.

I needed everything.

I barely even realized we were moving until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed.

Then suddenly—we were falling.

I landed on my back, and Kathrine followed, her body pressing down against mine, her robe slipping even more.

The fabric parted just enough for me to see the curve of her shoulder, the hint of bare skin, and the dangerous promise of more.

I swallowed hard, my hands gripping her waist, my pulse pounding.

She hovered above me, staring down, her dark eyes heavy with something dangerous.

Something that made my stomach flip.

She reached up, trailing a single finger along my jaw, her touch featherlight.

Teasing.

Testing.

"You didn’t leave," she murmured.

My breathing was ragged. "Guess not."

Her smirk deepened.

And then—

She leaned in.

Closer.

Closer.

Her lips hovered over mine, feeling her breath against mine, barely touching, driving me insane.

But just before she could close the distance.