Page 40 of Gilded Kisses

Blood fills my cheeks for various reasons—hanging upside down is a major one. But the way Viper’s large fingers wedge between my thighs has copious amounts of blood rushing to my cheeks, nipples and clit.

“Put me down!” I roar and thrash in his powerful grip, but the steel bands locked around my ass and legs are unwavering.

Luther opens the door, and I am unceremoniously shuffled into the back of a Beamer. Mirsha, always one step ahead of everyone, blocks my exit from the other side.

Viper swings in, and I take my shot. Knuckles hit solid cast iron.

Sweet Jesus in heaven!

I regret the second I lash out at him. But I don’t let my expression reveal the bolt of pain that shoots up my arm.

Holy fucking hell! That hurt,I scream internally.

“Damn it, woman, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Viper takes my throbbing hand and massages his thumbs over the back of my knuckles.

Sweet loving angels in heaven, that feels good. It’s tempting to let him keep touching me but the flash of my remaining therapy bill has me jerking my hand away. “Stop that! And let me out,” I seethe in Viper’s face and swing again. He’s ready for the second fist flying at his face.

Using my momentum against me, I fall right into his lap and before I can scramble away, unforgiving hands plunge into my hair.

“I told you not to come looking for us. If you did, we wouldn’t play nice.”

A strangled cry breaks free from my lips. I fight to free myself from his hold, but he’s larger than me by about two-hundred pounds. His touch serves as an anchor. He takes control over my movements and the worst part is I can feel his friends watching, when they could be helping me.

Wicked intent settles over Viper’s features and that damning smile of his peels back to reveal bloody teeth.

Golden eyes hold me captive. “Mm, feisty. I missed you too, baby girl. You’ve been working on your form,” he husks so sensually you would think I just sucked him off.

And then he kisses me.

Copper-tasting warmth hits my tongue and I swallow his blood as he takes in the very air from my lungs. Demanding, controlling and relentless. There’s no tearing away. I either give him what he wants or we both suffocate.

The first feel of his tongue gliding over mine has me moaning into his mouth. Muscles bunch and roll with grace as he drinks from me like he’s filling a well long since dry.

And suddenly all the work I put in to sever the ties between us re-connect. It’s instant. One minute, I have a chance to pull away and run. In the next, the soldered edges of my mind and heart crack open. At first it’s bearable and then I find I can’t breathe from the flood of need rushing through me.

I might as well be in the middle of the Mississippi with swirling waters above my head and a cyclone turning wildly, pulling me deeper.

Lust and fury fill my insides. One has me wanting to slide into all of their arms and let the world fade. The other wants to see them bleed.

Tears flood my eyes and my fists pound on hard flesh.

He releases me, and I don’t let up.

“You selfish, arrogant bastard! Let me out of here! You don’t control me any longer. Do you hear me? I’m free.” I turn a fiery, raw gaze on the other two and roar, “I am free from all of you!”

But no matter how hard I try, I can’t break the physical contact with Viper.

“It’s okay, baby girl. Just let it happen.”

Desperation in Viper’s words mixes with the hope flickering in his eyes.

I pull away, and like a magnet, I am drawn right back in.

“You can’t keep me. You had your chance. Now let me go.”

There’s something obviously wrong with me. My breathing sounds erratic, my fingers tremble where I have them buried in his shirt, and my skin is on fire. I need a minute to catch my breath, but by the looks of it, I’m not going to get it anytime soon.

“I let you go and I know I’ll get another fist in the face.”

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