Beautiful Venom: A Dark Hockey Romance (Vipers Book 1)

My heart stills and my fingers freeze as a tremor grips me.

I claw at the slick damp ground beneath me as Kane’s front covers my entire back, his weight oppressive, his body an unyielding slab of muscle, like being squashed by a wall.

A faint mixture of cedarwood and citrus lingers in the stale air and seeps into my flaring nostrils.

I should feel some form of relief that he finally showed up tonight, but I don’t.

Far from it.

My muscles lock and dread twists my insides.

A creepy tension squeezes my throat, and my breaths come in short, frantic gasps.

The air thickens and a gloomy cloud envelops him with a shroud of darkness.

This isn’t the Kane I thought I knew. His presence doesn’t soothe—it suffocates.

He’s not the Vipers’ agreeable captain or the ‘philanthropist’ who so generously offered to help me.

No. This is Kane Davenport. Vencor’s Senior member.

I’ve often found it hard to correlate Vencor’s destructive nature with his personality, but right now, I can see the shadows he came from.

His voice is different—deeper, lower, and entirely alien.

He turns my face at an angle, and the shadows flicker on his mask, dousing him with a menacing edge. His grip turns my body into a prisoner beneath him, a crushing hold that paralyzes more than my limbs.

“Kane?” I whisper, a slight tremble seeping in.

“Shh…” His gloved finger glides across my cheek, slow, deliberate, before tracing my lower lip. “Don’t say my name.”

Goosebumps spread like wildfire, my skin tightening under the icy graze of his touch. The truth slams into me.

He’s changed. Colder. Impersonal.

Terrifying.

The Kane I knew of never truly existed. Only this calm, calculated predator. His stillness is a façade, his serenity is laced with menace, wrapping around my throat.

The mask strips away his kindness, revealing the monster underneath.

“I warned you.” His words drop like stones into the dark, each one heavier than the last. Then, in a flash, he lifts off me, flipping me over so violently, my vision swims.

I yelp as my back hits the ground and he settles between my legs.

Our eyes meet beneath the shadowy light. His look is as dark as the night with a slight glimmer, an unfamiliar gaze.

His gloved finger strokes my face again, and although the motion is gentle, it feels as cold as ice. Then he slides his finger down, over my pulse point and to my collarbone.

Kane rips my shirt and bra open down the middle, and my breasts bounce free, my nipples instantly hardening at the chill.

I don’t have time to adjust as he drags my jeans down in one vicious movement. They stop at my knees, then he pulls them all the way off, throwing my sneakers aside in the process.noveldrama

I lie beneath him in my ripped shirt and bra and plain black undies, my skin heating and a sense of humiliation rotting in my stomach.

The surprise slowly subsides, and rage gathers at the base of my stomach. I push at his chest and slam my legs shut. “What the hell are you doing?”

Kane isn’t fazed by my fight as he leisurely unbuckles his pants. The clink of the belt opening reverberates around me like a curse, and a shudder goes through me.

Because his impassive eyes remain on me, studying me like a predator.

Too bad for him, I’m no one’s prey.

I start to get up, but he presses me back on the ground.

Violet said I have the strongest survival instinct and an impressive sixth sense. I’ve always somehow known when danger is coming and that’s helped me escape it in time, and I really should’ve listened to those instincts before I stepped foot into the building.

Everything inside me is screaming for me to remove myself from this situation.

I kick and claw at Kane, trying to hit him anywhere possible.

He doesn’t allow me one inch.

Whenever I try to sit up, he shoves me down. Clawing, kicking, and even biting don’t seem to faze him. Not even when I pull on his hair the hardest I can.

He covers my face with a palm and pushes me back, all the while he lowers his pants and boxers to reveal a huge half-erect dick.

My fight subsides for a second as I stare, dumbfounded.

Listen, I’m no virgin, but I’ve never seen a dick that big when not hard. Not even in porn.

Megan’s acquaintance of an acquaintance was downplaying this so fucking badly.

That thing is not going inside me. No way in hell.

I find it difficult to get wet as it is and need to mentally prepare myself. I’d definitely also need to physically prep myself before he were to even touch me.

Kane must take my bewilderment as my being too tired to fight, and he bunches his fingers in my underwear, lifting my waist with them.

The fabric stretches, then tears under his ruthless grip, and the tatters cling to my waist. Cold air covers my pussy and I scream, “Stop!”

He doesn’t.

Kane grasps my pelvis and drags me closer across the hard ground until my ass burns.

“Wait…” I murmur quietly at first, then scream, “I said. Stop!”

I lift my upper body and slap him across the mask.

My palm burns from the plastic, but he does stop.

I think I see a glimmer in his eyes as he remains still. So still, the only sound in the air is my ragged breathing and the occasional drip of water in the dark.

Drip.

Drip…

Slap!

My hand flies to my burning cheek.

Did Kane just…backhand me?

I stare at him, bewildered, my face stinging and my head spinning.

“Next time you want to try something, think hard about whether you want to be on the receiving end,” he delivers in a detached tone. “And remember, I’m much stronger and will not hold back.”

This…sick bastard.

With a roar, I jump up and pull on his hair with both hands, my fingers yanking the strands until I feel some of it shedding into my palms.

I’m suddenly jerked back when he grasps my ponytail in his fist and pulls me back so hard, I think my neck will snap. My hands fall from his head, and I stare up at him as he incrementally applies pressure as if intending to tear my hair from my skull.

A scream rips out of me as I sink my nails into his arm.

And he just stares down at me, expressionless. “Let’s try again. You do something, you receive it ten times worse. Got it?”

The pain in my skull nearly causes me to black out, and I kick blindly, my lower half flailing around to free myself from his merciless grip.

A groan spills from him and I realize I just kicked—or kneed—his dick.

My movements go still, and I shake my head. “No, wait! I didn’t mean to⁠—”

My words end with a shriek when he slaps my pussy. Hard. So hard, I see stars, and tears sting my eyelids.

I wish it stopped there. I wish it was only the pain and repulsion that came with the hit.

To my utter horror, my pussy tightens and my insides liquefy.

No, no, no…

What the hell?

“Are you done testing my patience?” Kane pushes me, using my hair until I’m lying back on the ground, then he parts my legs with one forceful movement.

God. Fuck.

I know I said I’d do anything, and honestly, I would’ve slept with Kane under different circumstances, but this guy is insane.

Who knows if he’ll hurt me beyond repair?

He pulls the tatters of my underwear back to expose my pussy, then grabs my hips and drags me toward his dick.

“Wait…hold on…” I latch onto his arm, my hand trembling despite my attempts to suppress my weakness. “Please!”

“What?” He peels my fingers off his arm and slams my hand above my head on the hard ground.

“I don’t want this. Will you stop?”

“Your words and begging do not affect me. Here’s how it will go. I’m going to use you, Dahlia. I’ll abuse and humiliate you until you scream and cry and beg me to stop. Your cunt will be my dick’s punching bag, and if I’m not satisfied, I’ll move to your ass and fuck you raw until you bleed. So unless you’re ready to put all your holes at my disposal, say ‘red’. That’s the only word that will stop me.”

My ragged breathing slows down.

This is my test.

I need to let him fuck me to be accepted, or I can just say the safe word and he’ll let me go.

I’ll be completely removed from the college and town and lose my one chance to find who’s behind Violet’s attack.

Compared to all the sacrifices she made for me, this is nothing.

With a new resolve, I say in a clear voice, “Can you use a condom?”

“I’m going to ram my cock into your cunt raw. A condom would get in the way.”

With a shaky breath, I cover my eyes with my free arm and say in a resigned tone, “Do whatever you want.”

I think I can feel his hand tightening around my wrist the slightest bit, but maybe that’s just my head’s way of making myself believe that a part of him cares.

That part of him can see how fucked up this is and maybe do it gently, unlike the way he promised.

But I should’ve known better.

Kane shoves my legs apart farther and thrusts inside me in one go.

My back arches off the ground as pain explodes inside me, and I let out a scream.

It hurts.

God. It hurts.

He’s so big and I’m barely wet from when he slapped my pussy. Not to mention, my muscles are so tense, I feel like my back will snap.

My lips tremble and I squeeze my eyes shut as tears gather in my lids.

Red.

The word is red.

I sink my teeth into my lower lip to stop the single syllable from spilling out.

Pain is okay.

I’ve handled countless types of pain throughout my life. This is nothing.

This is just a nuisance that will be over soon.

His controlled breathing fills my ears, sharp and timed with his thrusts.

Inhale. Thrust.

Exhale. Out.

Inhale. Thrust.

Exhale. Out.

I decide to focus on the rhythm, waiting and praying for the ordeal to be over. He’ll finish soon enough. All men do.

“Relax.” His words sound like he’s bored. “The more you stiffen, the longer this gets. Remember.” He slaps the side of my ass. “I’ll switch holes if this one doesn’t satisfy me.”

His words only manage to tighten my muscles further.

I’ve never had anal sex. If he does it without prep using that dick of his, I’ll probably die.

Okay, let’s be smart about this. Breathing deeply, I try to relax.

It’s just another fuck, Dahlia. You were never really satisfied by them anyway.

Inhale.

Exhale.

It’ll be over soon.

It doesn’t help when he rams into me hard, driving into me with force like he hates me.

He’s not fast or unhinged.

Kane fucks like he speaks. Deliberate and controlled. Like he’s performing a task on today’s agenda.

I’m the task.

The task is me.

He woke up today and chose me as the target of his entertainment.

“I can tell you’re not enjoying it, and I can assure you I’m not either. You’re still so uptight, you’re about to cut my dick off.” I can almost see the frown in his brow. Like, how dare I have sex on the damn ground and not accept him with open arms?

“Maybe if you were gentle, I’d be more wet and make it worth your time,” I say before I can stop myself.

He stills deep inside me, his hard cock pulsing with tension.

“The fuck you just say?” He snatches my arm from my face and imprisons it with my other one above my head. “Look me in the eye and say it again.”

You know what? I’m already in this position. What’s the worst he can do?

Fuck you in the ass, Dahlia. Do you really want to provoke him, knowing how unpredictable the asshole is?

I bite my lower lip.

“Cat got your tongue?” His eyes darken, looking unhinged under the shadowy light.

“It’s nothing.”

“No. It was something. Along the lines of being gentle. Like this?” He slides out and thrusts in deep but slow.

Tingles dance at the base of my belly.

“Or this?” He releases my wrists and circles my clit in expert pleasuring movements while fucking me at a measured pace.

My pussy tightens and I feel every inch as I swallow him with each thrust. I accommodate him until I can barely register the size. My body relaxes despite the dirt floor beneath me, and my hips roll and meet his movements.

I even hear myself moaning the deeper he goes. I grab on to his arm and stroke his skin through the clothes.

For some reason, I’ve always needed to touch during sex. I guess I require a physical connection of sorts to eradicate the sense of vulnerability.

I need it more than ever now, and I wish he were naked.

Sweat covers my skin and I feel the buildup churning in my stomach.

“This gentle is okay for you?” he asks as his fingers tap, circle, and pinch my clit.

“Mmm, yes, that’s good.”

I don’t think I’ll come that hard, but at least I’m wet, so his thrusts don’t hurt anymore. In fact, the way he stretches me with each move is exhilarating. I’ve only ever had lackluster orgasms whether alone or with others, and that’s fine.

My sex drive has never been that high anyway.

“You seem to be under the misconception that your pleasure matters. I have news for you.” Kane wraps a gloved hand around my throat and thrusts brutally. “It doesn’t.”

I shriek as he hits somewhere sensual inside me. He picks up his rhythm and goes deeper and harder, slamming against that spot over and over.

My back scrapes against the ground and I think he’ll choke me to death as he fucks me.

“This is about my pleasure.” Thrust. “My satisfaction.” Thrust. “You’re only here to receive.” Thrust. “Your body was made to be used and marked however I fucking want.” Thrust. “This is my cumhole, understood?”

I grab onto his arm with both hands, my nails sinking into the material as he plows into me. The mask makes him look like a demon in the night.

A madman set on destruction.

His rhythm leaves me breathless, and I don’t have the clarity to think about anything except for that spot he keeps hitting.

“Your cunt is strangling my cock.” He rolls his hips and thrusts again. “Can’t wait for my cum to fill this hole? Such a greedy little whore.”

My lips open in an O. My body is being violated in the most obscene ways possible and his words are so humiliating, but I can’t seem to think past the hurricane building at the base of my stomach.

The whirlwind is severe and relentless.

I don’t think I could stop it if I wanted to.

I’ve never felt anything equally uncomfortable, intense, and pleasurable at the same time.

“Wait…wait…” I choke out, but instead of slowing down, he pounds me, his cock nearly tearing me apart.

And in the middle of that pain, I think I’ll die.

I’ll die as he fucks me.

But the wave that hits me is a cloud of blinding pleasure. As his groin slaps against mine, liquid splashes out of me and I stare in horror as it drenches his jeans and the ground around us.

I don’t get to focus on how I squirted for the first time in my life as my head rolls back. The orgasm sweeps through me in electric waves that swallow me whole. My legs shake and I lose control of my limbs.

I think I black out for a fraction of a second.

When I’m spat back into reality, Kane fucks me deeper, and I think the orgasm will never end.

But then he pulls out and releases my throat.

I think it’s finally over and blink rapidly, but then he wraps a strong hand around my waist and flips me onto my stomach.

My knees throb as they meet the ground and he forces me on my elbows and pulls my ass up in the air. “This isn’t working, let’s try something different.”

I try to look back, but he sinks his hand in my hair, shoving my face into the dirt floor, filling my nostrils with the dewy earth smell.

Slap!

A groan rips from me as his gloved palm meets my ass cheek. The sting rattles me to the bones, but before I can think, he spanks me again, this time on both cheeks.

I scream, but it’s partially muffled by the ground and my sobs.

My eyes sting, and I realize tears are streaming down to the earth.

It hurts.

It hurts like a mother.

But somehow, the pleasure remains; if anything it burns hotter. And that terrifies the hell out of me.

“Stop!” I cry out, digging my fingers into the dirt. “Stop it…stop…”

“Mmm, that’s it.” He slaps my ass harder, as if I’m his punching bag. “Break for me.”

“Please…” I sob as the pain intensifies coupled with blinding pleasure.

“More. Show me what you look like when you shatter to pieces like a dirty slut.”

My skin feels like it’s been doused with fire, so when he sinks his fingers into my battered ass cheek, I scream, but it’s barely audible. All my strength seems to have disappeared except for the constant throb to come.

His cock forces its way inside me again, and I shriek.

My walls clamp around his size and I feel like he’s going to break me. “This is more like it. Your tight cunt is strangling me so well. Mmm. More.”

I reach a weak hand behind me, blindly tapping at his thigh, his jeans, anywhere I can reach. “No…no…stop it…please…”

I don’t know if I’m begging him to stop because it hurts or because I’m scared by how much I’m turned on by this.

But a breath of relief escapes me when he doesn’t listen.

Kane thrusts inside me with blinding power, going deeper than I thought would ever be possible.

“Look at your cunt dripping wet. You’re such a natural at taking cock.” He slaps my ass and I sob, tasting my snot and tears.

But no matter how much I wail and cry, he just goes on and on, impaling me with his cock.

Slapping my ass until pleasure and pain mix and become one and the same.

I think I’ll shatter to pieces like he said or even faint or actually die.

As I cry a mumbled sob on the ground, it hits me that he said he’ll only stop if I say ‘red’.

It’s at the tip of my tongue, but I don’t say it.

I don’t know why I can’t.

I don’t even want to.

His grip tightens on my hair as he rams into me, his groin slapping against my sore, battered ass, his rhythm intensifying, fucking me deeper, harder.

“You look so defiant, but you turn into a dirty little whore when you’re being fucked.” Slap. “You’re dripping all over the place. What a fucking mess.”

My insides liquefy, pain throbbing everywhere, but Kane doesn’t finish.

Or slow down.

He’s using me as a fuck doll, taking out his aggression and dirty sexual deviation on me.

And I’m still not putting a stop to it.

I think he’ll never come as he drives into me with renewed intensity.

I think I’m really not going to survive this. Even if my juices are trailing down my thighs.

I’ve never felt this type of uncomfortable pleasure before, so deeply entwined with pain. So intense and foreign.

Oh God.

Blinding pleasure tightens inside me, and I close my eyes, ready for the orgasm.

But before it can hit, Kane pulls out.

What…no… The least he can do is let me come.

My pussy pulses and tightens in protest as his dark voice echoes in the air. “As I said, this isn’t about you, slut. You came enough for one night.”

The world spins as he flips me over again. I sob when my burning ass meets the ground.

I feel a shadow above me and my eyes widen when he straddles my head, knees on either side of my temple, looking down at me through the gruesome mask.

The fabric of his jeans is scratchy against my heated, stinging cheeks. Kane holds his hard cock with a stiff hand, the veins bulging on the back. “Open that fucking mouth.”

I blink, still disoriented, all my strength gone. I’m so drained, sore, and full of sexual frustration, I’m surprised I haven’t already passed out.

When I don’t comply, he grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head up violently and slapping my mouth with the underside of his dick. And then he comes all over my face, his cum forming a sticky film on my eyes, nose, cheeks, mouth.

Everywhere.

His gaze remains on me as he messes up my face and I can only see a blurry version of him. “What a dirty, dirty little whore.”

I taste him on my tongue as our eyes meet.

His are so detached, I wonder if there’s any warmth inside him. If he hadn’t painted my face with cum, I’d suspect he was a robot who didn’t enjoy what just happened.

“You could’ve been a better slut,” he says in a tone as detached as his eyes as he stands up and tucks himself in. “If you can walk, go through the door to your left.”

As he strides through said door, I stare overhead at the blinking red light in horror.

I completely forgot there was a camera.

Some sick perverts were watching me getting humiliated this entire time.