In an act of desperation, she takes the reins of her fate and dives
into the woods we don’t speak of. The screams that come at night become only
whispers of stories about the mysterious Lady Venom. Her manor is filled with
snakes and horrors. And when Poesy gets lost within her maze, Lady Venom claims
her as her own mistress, with no hope of escape.
Poesy is locked into a haunted estate where the flowers watch, the
ghosts whisper while the snakes slither, and everyone knows the deadliest of
them all is their Lady that rules them.
But there are secrets to uncover both within the eerie walls and in
the riddles atop Lady’s Venom’s forked tongue as she incites more danger and
pleasure than Poesy ever thought possible.
But will it be enough to
keep Poesy from her fate? Or will the hidden truths prove more fateful than a
serpent’s bite?
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After she took a seat across from me, I downed
my greens and potatoes before forking the meat. “Is this… is this bodies of the
men you’ve killed?”
Venom raised her dark
brows before placing a delicate hand to her chest and letting out a melodic
laugh that sprang a smile to my own face. To see her laugh, to be the cause of
that laughter…
“Men would taste
disgusting.” She took a sip of her wine, still chuckling. “Could you imagine?
No, bellflower. That is duck. However, I wouldn’t mind a taste of you.”
Almost choking on my
buttery bite, I washed it down with the fruit forward red beverage. Was this
all a ploy to fatten me up and… eat me? And why did that idea send jolts of
lightning to the spot between my thighs?
But before I could
entertain a response better than the one I’d offered earlier, I yelped, almost
spilling my drink. A striped red and yellow snake was slithering down the table
runner. “Why so many snakes?” I whined, inching back in my seat. “They’re so
terrifying. Truly, I hate them.” My breathing quickened as I spotted more that
I hadn’t noticed as one slid down the piano keys, bringing about a brash and
eerie sound.
Lady Venom stroked a
gentle finger over the striped serpent as it made its way down the table’s leg.
“Yes. Such a shame you didn’t wander into Lady Bunny’s den. Alas, here we are.
The snakes are extensions of me, in a sense. They feed off my mood. So they
won’t harm you. Unless you make me mad, that is.”
“Oh, devils. I’m sure I’ll
eventually make you mad. Will you tell them not to bite me at least?” I begged.
Though, despite my fear, my smile hadn’t faded.
“Mm, but what about me?
What if I want to bite you? It’s me or the snakes.” She swirled her wine
seductively and pushed her chair out but didn’t stand. “Come here, Poesy.”
My body froze and ignited
at the sound of her command. “You said you don’t
bite,” I murmured weakly. Praying I could still remember how to stand, how to
walk, I did as I was told. When I was within reach, she took my hands again and
stood me in front of her as she sat like a queen on the throne. She gave my
body a slow appraisal, her gaze sweeping to my feet and then ascending, pausing
around my middle, my breasts, and resting on my eyes. My heart pounded in my
chest as I awaited her every word and graceful movement.
“Do you know what it means
to be a mistress?” she asked, her voice huskier than before.
I swallowed, suddenly
feeling warm and tingly all over, fighting the urge to lean into her. “No,” I
admitted.
She stood then but pulled
my palms toward her so my breasts collided with hers and our noses touched. Her
breath was sweet as she spoke to the torrent of want raging inside me. “It
means you will do, and be, anything I require. It means that I own you, your
body. Your every desire and pleasure are mine.”
“Yes,” I whispered
breathlessly.
“Good girl,” she answered
before lightly skimming my lips with hers. “Take this off,” she ordered,
spinning me around and unzipping the back of my dress.
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