Page 33 of The Vipers and Their Venom

Saint pulls a face. “Can’t we just hang out for a bit first?”

“I’d prefer to know what’s ahead.” I tighten my grip around the glass.

Lex moves in front of me and plucks the glass from my hand, setting it on a small side table. It looks to be high quality, and, to my amusement, he uses a coaster to prevent condensation from marking the wood.

“Are you a virgin, Vani?” he asks.

I cock an eyebrow. “Do I look like a virgin to you?”

“You haven’t answered the question.”

Saint chimes in. “She wouldn’t still be a virgin having grown up in an MC.”

Lex glances over to his brother. “Still, I want to hear her say it.”

I lift my chin and lie. “No. I lost it when I was fifteen with the son of one of my father’s friends. He was older than me and made sure it was good. I came multiple times.”

I watch the twitch beside his right eye as he absorbs this extra detail.

“That’s good,” he says, and this time it looks like he’s the one who’s lying.

Saint moves to join him, so now both twins are standing directly in front of me. I look between them, marveling at how identical they are. Lex dresses more casually than Saint, and, of course, there’s the mole, but otherwise I wouldn’t be able to tell them apart.

“Why is it good?” I dare to ask.

Lex gives a strange kind of smile. “I wouldn’t want our cocks to fuck up a virgin pussy.”

I fold my arms over my chest. “Who said I’m letting your cocks anywhere near my pussy?”

From out of nowhere, Saint’s hand snatches out, wrapping around my throat. “A little whore like you will let us do whatever the fuck we want.”

I give a choked cry and yank at his hand.

“Saint,” his brother warns.

Saint releases me, and I find myself staring at him in shock. It was Lex I’d expected to do shit like that. I swear I can still feel the imprint of his fingers around my throat. Will there be bruises in the morning? What the fuck is going on? I seriously need to run.

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Ican’t help myself. It’s the fear in her eyes that gets me going, the sense of insecurity. It’s like showing a red flag to a bull. She thought I was the nice one, I could tell, and that’s what I love. Iamthe nice one… until I’m not. Most people seriously underestimate the link between fear and arousal. I don’t. I also love treading that fine, fine line. It’s like walking a fucking tightrope. The most delicate balancing act of all. Get it right, and you give them the best O of their lives, but get it wrong, and they tap out and you never see them again.

I might have gone too far already with Vani if the way her eyes keep darting to the door is anything to go by. We agreed on nice. That’s what we said, and I agreed to it, too. I’m normally fully in control. Of myself and of them. But right now, that’s gone, and I’m feeling fucking wild.

My cock is already hard and straining. Fuck. I want to make her fear intensify. I loved hearing the strangled cry emitted from between her pouty lips.

Now I want to hear her cry for a whole other reason. Tears of sorrow and shame and then ecstasy … or maybe the other way around. Her eyes are even wider, and she’s making me angry now. She agreed to this and came to us.

“She owes us,” I growl to my brother. “She owes you, and she knows it. Why else would she have come here? Out in the middle of the woods, with three men she doesn’t even know. She knew exactly what she’d be getting herself into the moment she knocked on that door.”

“No, wait—” she starts.

My brother joins me. “You can do this, Vani,” he says. “You spend an hour with us, and then you have my word that we won’t tell anyone about what you were doing last night. I can tell you’re going to be incredible. Those big tits and thick thighs. You were built to be ridden.”

“I’m not riding any of you,” she blurts. “That’s not part of the deal.”

Lex strokes her cheek, and she jerks her head away.

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