Venus Mantrap Manhwa Novels & Stories

I carried her towards one of the couches, knowing damn well she had no plans to let me go anytime soon. “Your lack of affection hurts me, Sven.” She grumbled. “I’m still—you’re still in my arms, aren’t you?” “Yet you won't admit you missed me, you even ignored my confession.” I huffed a bitter laugh. Venus was still a child, barely nineteen. I remembered the day I found her—ten years, her father sold her to a brothel in Rouge Island for a measly thousand dollars. I raided the place and when I saw her, barely clothed rage had consumed me. I killed her father the following weekend and brought her back to my pack house.

Venom pushed the door to the private lounge open and stumbled in. “Fuck, these sluts are getting better,” she slurred, collapsing onto a red comfy sofa. “It was fun to have you here, Couz. Damn, it’s been days since I’ve seen you around.” Four strippers arrived at the same time. Three moved toward Zayne, but one, a brunette, was immediately claimed by Venom. The woman unzipped Venom’s pants and knelt, flicking her tongue against the white fabric of her bottoms. Venom’s hand knotted in the brunette's hair, guiding her, pressing her closer as the woman's mouth worked possessively over her crotch.

Then my gaze drops to the trash can beside the desk. There is a used condom hanging off the rim. I look at it for a long moment. Mina turns her head, looks at it too, and then looks back at me with an expression I can only interpret as solidarity. Every rational instinct I possess tells me to set her down gently, walk out, and let Matteo handle the initial retrieval. The only thing keeping me from an immediate and thorough rampage through this villa is the warm, purring weight of a small grey cat pressed against my chest, and she is, without question, the only bitch in this building currently deserving of my goodwill.