Page 23 of The Vipers and Their Venom

I’m startled at his voice. I thought he couldn’t speak. Did he find his voice again?

“Would you like to lick it? Like a lollipop?” the twin asks.

I do want to. I shouldn’t … but I so do. I bet he tastes amazing. The thick veins stand out, and he pumps his length lazily as he watches me. The twin behind me lifts my hair and lets it drop gently back against my neck.

It feels delicious against my bare skin. Wait, am I naked? I glance down and gasp. My breasts are bare, and my nipples are peaked.

The air is warm, but there’s a breeze, and it brushes deliciously against my skin. Everything feels blissful and heightened.

The twin kneels behind me, and his warm hands cover my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. He places soft kisses against my spine, working his way downward. I’m breathless with anticipation at where he’s headed.

I moan, my gaze fixed on Zane working himself…

I wake with a jerk and a gasp. Oh, my God. What the hell? My core is aching, and I’m horny as hell. I’m frustrated that I woke before I got the chance to climax. Christ, what would have happened if I’d stayed asleep? Where would my subconscious have led me?

That dream was messed up. I didn’t dream about just Zane, or just Lex or Saint, but instead two of them, except I didn’tknow who the twin was, as I couldn’t get a good enough look to see whether he had the mole or not.

Which would I prefer?

Saint—obviously. Yet my senses tell me there’s something deeper in him, darker, than his surface level charm would suggest.

I slide my finger inside my panties and slip between my folds. I’m wet, and I sigh at how sensitive I am when I brush over my clit. I need to go and find Mr. Rossi’s office, but I’m so primed this won’t take long.

Stroking myself, I close my eyes and let the fantasy back in. I’m awake now, and in control of it. Instead of me being on my knees for Zane, I’m on a large bed, and he’s kissing me. The twin—and in this awake fantasy he’s definitely Saint—is squeezing my breasts while Zane kisses me and gently strokes between my legs.

I increase my speed, and as I do, my breathing becomes ragged. My thighs and stomach muscles tense, and I reach for my climax, knowing I’m close. It engulfs me, and I fall over the edge with a soft cry, pushing two fingers inside myself so I can pulse around them as I come.

What would it feel like to have that massive bulge I saw in Zane’s pants shoved inside me? The thought prolongs the orgasm as I imagine myself struggling to take him, stretching around him, and him making me. He wouldn’t stop, but he’d push in and in and in until I was stuffed full of him.

“Oh, God,” I whimper as finally the waves of pleasure start to recede.

The orgasm was so long and powerful it has left me wrung out and wanting nothing more than to drift back into a sleep. I can’t, however.

No matter how much I love napping, and I do like to sleep in the day, I have shit to do. I glance at my watch. It’s just after three, which means I only have an hour to get the lay of the land.

This is risky, but what’s the point of being here if I’m not going to take a chance?

I check the map I was given at student reception. This place is so vast, I’m honestly not sure if I’ll ever find my way around. Dean Rossi pointed out his office when I was getting the tour, but it was lost in the overwhelm I was experiencing at the time from the amount of information I’d had to take in.

I grab my mini backpack, shove my phone in my pocket, turning it to silent first, and then head out the door.

The entire way to the dean’s office, I’m rehearsing reasons for being there in my head. I don’t know if he’ll have a secretary guarding the place, but it’s a possibility. I’ve already decided I’m going to ask about what rules are in place about leaving the campus. I’ve got my bike outside, and the roads around here will be perfect for riding. In fact, just the thought makes me want to get out there, and I hope I’m not going to be barred from leaving. By the time I reach the austere wooden door, I’ve worked myself into a state. There’s an alcove outside where his secretary’s desk is located, but, as I’d hoped, she’s not there.

Knocking on the door, I wait. No one answers, but I knock again, just to be sure. Then, glancing up and down the corridor to ensure I’m alone, I try the handle.

It’s locked.

I let go of the handle and lick my lips. A lock isn’t a problem for me. I’m an expert at breaking into places—things, too. I can get into the lockbox in the office at the club. I can pick most door locks, and luckily for me, this one is old school. I can steal cars, and bikes, if I want to, depending on the age and the model. I can also hack, not at the level the highly paid hackers do, but I am good enough to get into club shit I want to see. The few thingsthey do keep online, I’ve seen, and I’ve also helped them hack other clubs sometimes. I wouldn’t want to try to break a really complicated security firewall, but hacking a local club’s accounts to see if they’re on the up and up or trying to muscle in on our world, well, that’s easy enough.

These are all the kinds of life skills you learn living in an illegal one percent club.

There’s little chance of me getting in and out of the office, and having the time to go through all the records I’m hoping will be inside, without being interrupted. There are the security cameras too, pointing at the office door. I’ll need to deal with those. Yeah, I need to come back later. It’s the middle of the afternoon, and there are too many people around.

As though I’ve conjured them with my thoughts, a gaggle of girls appears at the end of the corridor. They’re all talking over each other, and laughing, and linking arms. My breath catches, and I step away from the door.

They slow as they see me. I hope I’m not about to have a similar conversation to the one I had with Verity and her friend. I’ve had enough of being looked down upon for one day.

But one of the girls flashes me a genuine smile of warmth. “Hey, you’re new here, aren’t you?”

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