Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 95: Pinned

Chapter 95: Pinned

Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the Chapter: Run Run Run by Dutch Melrose

I couldn’t breathe.

Not with Kathrine’s hand still wrapped around my throat. Not with the way her thumb brushed against my pulse, feeling every desperate beat of my heart.

Not with how fucking close she was—her scent filling my lungs, her warmth searing my skin, her control wrapping around me like chains I never wanted to take off.

I was weak for her.

Pathetic.

Desperate.

"You like this, don’t you?" she murmured, her breath ghosting against my lips.

I swallowed hard.

"Like what?" I whispered, already knowing exactly what she meant.

Her fingers tightened—just slightly. Just enough for my pulse to stutter.

"Like being mine," she said, her voice lower now, rougher. "Like belonging to me."

A shudder wracked through my body.

Yes.

God, yes.

Every fucking inch of me burned for her. Yearned for her. I wanted to feel her nails dig into my skin. I wanted to hear her whisper filthy things in my ear. I wanted to be ruined by her.

And she knew it.

She could fucking see it in my eyes.

She tilted her head slightly, watching me. Studying me like she was deciding whether I was worth breaking apart piece by piece.

"You’re pathetic, Glyndon," she murmured.

I exhaled shakily.

"I know," I whispered.

Her lips curled.

Then, she let go.

I barely had a second to mourn the loss of her touch before she turned around like she was about to fucking leave—

No.

Panic surged through me.

I moved before I could think—grabbing her wrist, yanking her back to me, and slamming her against the wall this time.

She barely reacted.

She just arched a brow, looking down at me like I was nothing. Like she was just waiting for me to submit it again.

"You want me," I breathed, my voice raw, my fingers trembling against her skin.

She scoffed. "And?"

"And you keep running from me," I accused.

Her gaze darkened.

"Let me guess," I continued, my lips barely an inch from hers now. "You can use me. You can own me. But you don’t want to admit that you need me just as much as I need you."

Her jaw clenched.

I smirked.

"That’s what this is, isn’t it?" I whispered, my voice dropping. "You need me. Your bully. And you fucking hate it."

She inhaled sharply through her nose, her hands trembled for a moment.

Then, before I could even process it, she grabbed my face by my chin— her fingers digging into my jaw, tilting my head up—

And kissed me.

She leaned down, closer to me, and actually kissed me.

Hard.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was pure, raw possession. Rough. Her lips crashed against mine, her teeth scraping, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth like she was claiming me all over again.

And I let her.

I welcomed her claim.

I moaned, my knees going weak, my fingers clawing at her shoulders to hold myself up.

She didn’t let me go.

She just kissed me harder, deeper, like she was punishing me for calling her out. For making her want me. For making her break.

And I let her.

I let her ruin me.

Her lips barely left mine before she whispered against them, her voice dripping with amusement, "You do realize everyone heard you, right? They’ll know."

A shiver ran down my spine, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t care. Not when her body was pressed against mine when her scent was overwhelming my senses when the heat between us felt like it would consume me whole.

I let out a shaky breath, my forehead pressing against hers as I nodded dumbly. "I don’t care," I whispered, my voice breathless, desperate. "I just— I need you."

She chuckled, low and teasing, her fingers tracing down my sides before gripping my waist. "You need me?" she murmured, her breath hot against my lips.

I moaned softly, nodding again, leaning closer, like I needed her just as much as I needed my next breath. "Yes," I admitted, my hands clutching at her jacket, pulling her impossibly closer, "I need you."

Her fingers tightened on my waist, and then suddenly, she flipped us around, pressing me against the wall.

My breath hitched as she caged me in, her thigh slipping between mine, pressing— oh, fuck.

"Then show me," she whispered.

A whimper slipped past my lips as I rocked against her thigh instinctively, chasing the friction I so desperately needed.

My body was burning, aching for more, for her. I wasn’t even thinking about the fact that we were still at school, that anyone could walk by.

All I could think about was her— her touch, her scent, the way she was looking at me like she wanted to devour me.

Her fingers slid under my shirt, her nails raking lightly over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. My breath stuttered, my body trembling against her touch.

"You look so fucking needy," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "All over me, grinding on my thigh like a desperate little thing."

I moaned at her words, my head tilting back against the wall. "I am," I admitted shamelessly. "I fucking am."

Her mouth found my neck, teeth grazing against my skin before she bit down lightly, making me gasp. "That’s right," she murmured against my skin. "You’re mine."

Yes.

I didn’t say it out loud, but fuck, I wanted to. I wanted to scream it, to let the whole world know that I belonged to her. That I didn’t care if everyone knew I was gay now— because I only wanted her.

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As I fixed my uniform, smoothing out the creases in my skirt with trembling hands, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

My lips were swollen, my skin flushed, my hair slightly messy despite my attempts to fix it. My legs felt weak, there was a huge wet mess in my panties, my body still thrumming with the aftershocks of what had just happened.

I exhaled shakily, pulling out my lip gloss and swiping it over my lips, trying to compose myself.

But no matter how much I fixed my appearance, I couldn’t erase the way I felt inside. The way my body still burned for her. The way her voice still echoed in my mind.

Straightening my tie, I inhaled deeply before finally stepping out of the room.

The hallway felt colder and emptier, but it wasn’t empty. A few students were lingering near their lockers, their conversations quieting as their eyes flicked toward me.

I could feel their stares, the weight of their judgment settling on my shoulders like lead.

Then, someone scoffed. "Well, guess we finally know for sure."

A few snickers followed. My stomach twisted.

"Lesbo freak."

I swallowed hard, keeping my face blank as I walked past them. I knew this was coming. I had just outed myself in the loudest, most public way possible.

I had screamed at Kathrine in the middle of the school, fought Savannah, and then— God, then I had let Kathrine take me somewhere private and kiss and touch me senseless like I didn’t care if the world burned around me.

And now, I was paying for it.

"Damn, Alex, you dated her? It makes sense why you broke up with her." someone laughed, their voice dripping with mockery. "Should’ve known she was too busy drooling over pussy to like your dick, buddy."

Alex’s expression darkened, but I shook my head at him before he could say anything.

He clenched his jaw, exhaling through his nose, but he kept walking beside me, his presence solid and grounding.

"Bet she was staring at all of us in the locker room." Another girl sneered, her voice loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

I bit the inside of my cheek, my nails digging into my palm as I fought to keep walking. Keep moving forward.

But then—

"y’all actually think the Glyndon Walton would look at your ugly asses? Look at her, she can easily have anyone, men or women if she wants. And you think she would look at ’you’ in the locker room, fake boobs, fake ass, fake nails, fake lips, fake lashes, ugly-ass makeup, broke, no eyebrows, no talent, burnt hair, big-ass nose, fat, your face is lopsided by the way. Be so for real right now." a voice cut through the hallway.

I turned my head, my breath catching as I saw Kathrine. She leaned casually against the lockers, arms crossed, her expression bored but deadly. "Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, babe. Actually, nothing looks good on you."

The girls who had spoken to me flushed red, their mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. A few people laughed—at them, not at me this time.

Kathrine’s eyes flicked to me, a smirk playing at her lips. She didn’t say anything else, but she didn’t have to. She had already said enough.

I let out a slow breath, my heart still hammering against my ribs. It wasn’t over. I knew that.

There would be more whispers, more stares, more comments. But right now, at this moment, Kathrine was standing on my side.

And that was more than enough to keep me moving forward.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I walked past the crowd, pretending their stares didn’t burn into my skin.

But Kathrine—she didn’t move. She just stood there, leaning against the lockers like she hadn’t just shut them all up.

Her eyes locked onto mine, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips.

I hated that smirk.

I loved that smirk.

I forced myself to keep walking, my legs shaky, my heartbeat erratic. I didn’t know if it was from the humiliation of being outed in the worst way possible, or from the way Kathrine looked at me.

Like she knew exactly what I was thinking. Like she knew exactly how I still ached for her.

Alex walked beside me, silent but tense, like he was ready to punch the next person who said anything. I wanted to tell him to let it go, but the words caught in my throat.

As we turned the corner, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing back.

Kathrine was still there, still watching me, her smirk deepening when she caught me looking.

My stomach twisted.

I hated her.

I wanted her.

I needed to get away from her.

I stormed into my next class, ignoring the murmurs, ignoring the eyes following me as I dropped into my seat. I pulled out my notebook, gripping my pen so tightly my knuckles turned white.

Then, my phone buzzed.

I hesitated before pulling it out, my chest tightening when I saw her name.

Kathrine: You looked cute when you were jealous of Savannah, by the way.

My jaw clenched. My fingers trembled.

I should’ve ignored her.

I should’ve thrown my phone into my bag and pretended I never saw it.

But instead, my fingers moved on their own.

Me: Go to hell.

A response came immediately.

Kathrine: I’d rather go to your room again.

My breath hitched.

I shoved my phone into my pocket before anyone could see the flush creeping up my neck.

Damn her.

Damn her for making me feel like this.

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