Alya

“I’m curious if you’ll last and how far you’ll go, my fake fan.” His smile drops as he pats my cheek one final time. “Don’t disappoint me.”
― Rina Kent, Beautiful Venom

“Because even though I just let her go, it’s only temporary so that I can keep myself under control. It’s only a matter of time before I trap her again.”
― Rina Kent, Beautiful Venom

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Nothing. It’s just too rare to see you laugh genuinely.” She grins. “It makes me happy.” “My laugh makes you happy?” “Mmm. Because I’m the reason.” She strokes the back of my head. “I’m glad you didn’t let me go.” “You forced my hand into a relationship. Is that really what you want?” “It is.” A delicate frown creases her forehead. “If you discard me again, I’m walking away. For good. If another woman touches you, I’m also out.” “You’re the one who had your fucking arm around Osborn, Dahlia.” “And Isabella had her claws all over you.” She narrows her eyes. “Did you fuck her?” “You think there’s another woman who can handle me?”
― Rina Kent, Beautiful Venom

“If…” She swallows thickly, her eyes searching mine despite the subtle fear lurking beneath the light yellow. “If I offer myself, will you protect me?” “No.” She flinches, her body turning stiff, and I should probably release her. I don’t do that, though. Even as her heat mingles with mine, sending the wrong signals to my cock. “Why not?” she asks. “I don’t get emotionally attached to the people I fuck.”
― Rina Kent, Beautiful Venom