Page 68 of The Vipers and Their Venom

Her cheeks color a deep, splotchy red. What the hell?

Nothing makes sense. I glance down at my wet cock. she was turned on enough to soak me. I wipe my fingers in it, and my anger turns to confusion. Red?

Blood.

Her tears. Her flaming cheeks when I said she wasn’t a virgin. The blood.

“You little liar,” I hiss. “She lied to us all.”

I wipe the blood from my fingers all over her cheeks.

She flinches and twists to Zane as if he’ll help her, but Zane fucking hates liars. She tricked us. She’d told us she’d been with guys. Made us think she was different than the other prudes here, but she’s another overprotected princess who wears her curves and ink like a disguise.

“You stupid fucking bitch,” Saint sneers. He’s joined us now, and he’s standing over her. “Did you think you could get us to deflower you, and then what? Tell Daddy? Get us killed?”

She shakes her head, and her lower lip wobbles as more tears run down her cheeks. Zane leans down and traces a finger through them then sucks it into his mouth.

“You won’t be getting fucked by us again,” Saint says.

Really? I would like a say in that.

“You’ll make us all come now, though.”

Her expression tightens. “Screw you all. He said he’d be gentle, and he wasn’t.”

Zane laughs his silent, nothing-but-a-whisper-of-air chuckle and shakes his head then signs at us.Lying bitch. She’s lying about why she’s here, too.

I know what he’s talking about—Reagan’s file. This could all go a lot deeper than us just wanting to fuck with her.

Venom tries to get off the bed, but Zane grabs her hands and holds them above her head. She kicks and screams, and I slam a hand over her mouth.

“Do you want to get caught like this?” Saint says. “Naked with the three of us around you? What would Daddy say about his precious little girl then?”

I still have my hand over her mouth, and she shakes her head beneath my palm, her eyes wide.

My anger at her is already receding, and my desire to hold her, soothe her tears, and murmur praise to her is riding me hard, but I remind myself, she did this. She lied, and now she’s trapped me as the one who took her virginity, and, in our world, that is a big deal.

She struggles beneath me again, and my cock gets even harder.

This girl, she’s well named, because Venom is a snake in the grass. I think she means us harm. It’s not a coincidence that she’s lied about being a virgin and been sneaking around in the dean’s office. She has a file on Reagan. What the actual fuck? What’s her story?

I’m also still achingly hard and need to come.

Saint stares down at her. “You look like a Pre-Raphaelite painting,” he says, a touch of awe in his voice.

That won’t do. He needs to get with the program and not start going soft on her. Saint’s role is to be the hard one.

“No screaming,” I tell her, “and I’ll take my hand off your mouth.”

She hesitates, staring up at me with her tear-streaked face, but then she nods.

“Good girl,” I say.

I remove my hand, and she attempts to get off the bed again, but Zane flips their positions, so he’s now looming over her. He’s agile for his size, and she stills, her breath coming in short puffs.

“You bastards,” she says.

He trails his finger down her cheek then leans in and kisses her jaw, her nose, her forehead.Pretty,he signs.

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