Page 35 of The Vipers and Their Venom

“We’ll make you come, Venom,” Lex purrs. “Don’t worry. We’re not selfish. You ever had three men’s mouths on you at once? I promise you won’t know your own name when we’re done with you.”

My insides flutter with the promise. It’s just the once, isn’t it? I’m simply holding up my end of the deal. Once I’m done, I’ll stay as far away from them as possible. Yes, I’d hoped to get some answers out of them about my sister, but surely it’s not worth putting myself on the line like this. No way can I interrogate these three men, and they aren’t the talkative types. Getting any further involved with them is idiotic. There will be others who can help me—like the group of girls I met the previous day, the one whose leader is called Angelica.

“Will you tell anyone?” I ask, hating how my voice sounds. I know that asking if they’ll tell anyone makes it sound like I’m already agreeing.

“We won’t tell a soul,” Lex says. “We aren’t like that. We might like to play dirty in this room, between the three of us, but we don’t fuck and tell.”

Zane’s hands are on my skin, his fingers against my spine. He traces a couple of lines, up and down, and back up again. Then he removes his finger and places it back to trace a circle.

To my surprise, I know what he’s just said. NO.

He won’t tell either.

His hands move around to the front of my body, cupping the swells of my breasts. He pinches my nipples, rolling and tugging, elongating them into peaks. Lex’s hand is still down the front of my sweatpants, his fingers inside me. He seems to know exactly how to touch me to send fire racing through my veins. My entire body feels like it’s lit up like a Christmas tree.

I’ve never done anything like this before. The only time I've messed about was with a boy of my own age from a rival club, and it only ever got as far as a few fumbles behind the club or in the back of a car. Lots of heavy petting with a bit of grinding and rubbing thrown in for good measure. I've certainly never been with more than one guy at a time. Is that what's about to happen now? I've told them I won't have sex with them, but will they listen? There are three of them and only one of me, and they're all a hell of a lot bigger than I am. If they wanted to hold me down and take turns fucking me, there would be absolutely nothing I could do about it. Again, such a thought should make me scared—and hell, it does—but it also turns me on something fierce.

Lex’s thumb finds my clit, and he rubs me until my thighs tremble.

Zane kisses my neck and shoulders while he continues to play with my tits. I’m conscious of Saint standing there, watching everything. I hadn’t been expecting him to turn on me so fast. One minute, he’d been smiling and pressing a drink into my hands; the next, something had gone cold in his eyes, and he’d been calling me a whore. If I hadn’t known better, I’d have believed he was Lex, but instead Lex is the one telling me how well I’m doing and trying to make me come.

Which I’m about to. Oh, God, part of me doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want to lose that control with these bastards or give them the pleasure of seeing it, but it’s building in me, and I don’t think I can stop it.

Because I haven’t had much experience, I’ve never gotten off with a guy before, but it turns out having three at once is my thing. The threat in the room, the testosterone practically dripping from the walls, is also my thing. My pleasure coils tighter and tighter, and then suddenly breaks. I cry out, my body bucking and shuddering between them. They hold me upbecause without their strength I’d fall, and Lex pumps his thick fingers in and out of me so I have something to shatter around.

They’re breaking me but supporting me through it.

When I finally fall still, breathing heavily and my heart racing, Zane signs something to the twins.

“He wants to know what you taste like,” Saint says with a grin.

For a moment, I don’t know what he means, but then Zane swivels me around, pushes me into a chair, and drops down to yank my sneakers off, followed by my joggers. I grab hold of my panties, certain that if I lose them too I won’t stand a chance.

Zane narrows his pretty eyes at me, and then shrugs and yanks the slip of material to one side. Then he clasps my thigh with his other hand and drags my pussy toward his face.

“It’s time you kept your end of the bargain,” Lex says.

He unzips himself and pulls out his cock. It’s long and thick, and, much like the man himself—or maybe men, since there are two of them—his dick is utter perfection. If a woman’s perfect dildo was modeled on a real man’s cock, it would be this one.

As much as I want to admire it, particularly as Lex’s hand moves up and down his length as he approaches, I’m also distracted by Zane’s mouth covering my pussy.

I’ve never had a man’s mouth there before. It’s so wrong but so right. It’s electric and insanely powerful, even compared to Lex’s skilled fingers. The feel of his lips and tongue, the heat of his mouth against my own molten core…It’s insane.

Zane isn’t being careful, either. He’s eating me like I’m a ripe fruit and the sensations send my mind spinning. It’s not been long since I last climaxed, but if he keeps this up, I’m sure I’ll come again, and fast. It’s as though no part of me is out of bounds, and his tongue and lips are everywhere, licking me right from my asshole up to my clit and back again. The strange part is that he does it in complete silence. There’s no moaning or sayingmy name. He just clasps my thighs, his fingers strong, and goes to town.

But once again I’m distracted—this time by the head of Lex’s cock pressing against my lips. With my head turned, I open for him, and he slides his cock over my tongue, right to the back of my throat.

I’ve never tasted a man before. Never had a man in my mouth. I always imagined this moment would be on a bed, with a boyfriend, and some romantic music playing in the background. I always told myself I’d not be like the girls in the club bar, and now here I am.

The taste of salt and musk fills my mouth, and it’s heady—delicious, even. I suddenly see why women like doing this. He’s addicting, and I already want more.

“Fuck, yes,” he hisses. “That’s as good as I imagined.”

He knots his fingers in my hair, but only loosely, giving me the space to move back and forth on him, and thank God, as I am not sure what I’m doing. I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft, holding him steady, and do my best, swirling my tongue around the head before sinking deeper. Why do I want to please this man? He’s blackmailed me into being in this position and has treated me like dirt before. I can’t let them know I’ve never done this, though, or they’ll definitely know I’m a virgin. So, I try my hardest to be good. By the things they’re saying, I think I’m doing it right.

“God, your mouth is so perfect,” he tells me. “Your tongue, too. You’re taking me so well, our little Venom.”

I pause briefly.Venom? Is that his name for me?

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