Page 54 of The Vipers and Their Venom

He’s feasting on me with bruising kisses, nipping at the skin of my neck and jaw. He grabs both my hands in one of his and pins them above my head, and then he uses his other hand to yank down my top.

I’m taken aback by the intensity in him today. The raw energy he is exuding is certainly way different than how he was in the shower with me. Still, he was different again in class. Then, I’d thought he was the asshole and Saint was the nice one. Oh, how wrong I was.

“Fuck, these tits. I’ll never get enough of them.” He stares at them with a ravenous expression.

He ducks his head to lick my nipples, drawing them one by one into his mouth, and sucking on them hard. They have a direct line to my pussy, tightening that need inside me. I let out a groan.

“Bed,” he growls.

He sweeps me up, carries me over to my bed, and throws me onto it. He’s on top of me in an instant, shoving my legs apart with his knees so he can settle between them.

He pauses above me, staring down into my eyes.

“Why is it that I’m in a college of maybe a hundred different girls, but when I walk into a room, the only person I’m looking for is you? The rest of them might as well be ghosts for how real they seem to me.”

His words make me catch my breath. Does he really mean that?

He kisses me again and grinds himself against me. God, I want him, but I promised myself I wouldn’t let this go too far.

Beside my head, his hand slips under my pillow.

“What’s this?”

He pulls out the file I’d stolen from the dean’s office. The one about my sister.

Instantly, I flush red. “Umm…it’s nothing.”

I try to snatch it back from him. Doesn’t he recognize it from when he caught me taking it? But then I guess I shoved it in my bag the moment he caught me. It’s closed, and he’ll only see the name if he opens it, but I can’t let that happen. I use the only thing I have—my body.

“Ignore that. It’s nothing.” I draw his face down to mine. “Kiss me. I need you.”

His gaze flicks to the folder again, but when I pinch my own nipples and moan, he clearly decides I’m more interesting. He shoves the file back where he found it and kisses me again, running his hands all over my body. He slides one palm across my stomach and then down inside my panties. I’m already wet for him, and he pushes a finger inside me. I cry out and yank at his shirt, wanting to get my hands on his beautiful body. He’s all rock-hard muscles, and I grip the other hard part of him over the top of his jeans, squeezing him.

“You’re so hard,” I groan.

“Fuck, yes, Venom. You feel so good. I want to be inside you.”

“Not yet,” I gasp.

“I bet your pussy is so tight. You’re my good little whore. My dirty slut. I want to shove my cock inside you so bad.” He’s breathing hard and saying the words like a prayer. Like a mantra.

These aren’t words Lex would use. He’s not the one who likes this. Holy fuck.

I freeze beneath him.

“You’re going to take Daddy’s cock like a good little slut.” He bites my ear, hard.

My blood runs cold. No, surely not. I suck my thumb into my mouth then lift my hand to his neck and wipe my thumb over the brown mark I’d taken to be a mole. The color smears across his skin, the dark brown, almost black, fading to light.

“You motherfucker!”

Using both hands, I shove against his chest. I catch him by surprise, and he topples off the bed, landing heavily on the floor.

“What the fuck, Venom?” he says, lying on his back on the carpet.

I sit up and lean over the side of the bed, directly above him. “That’s not my name. It’s Vani. Just like yours isSaint.”

I glare at him, rage boiling through me. That absolute lying piece of shit. What if I’d gone the whole way with him, thinking he was Lex? I could have lost my virginity to someone while believing he was someone else.

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