Page 70 of The Vipers and Their Venom

There’s a new energy between the four of us. It’s possessive and a little bit violent.

She makes a soft noise in her throat.

“Is that a yes?” Saint demands.

“Yes,” she slurs.

Zane has really worked her nipples because they’re so red they look like they have lipstick on them. He edges himself slightly to one side and reaches into his shorts to free himself. How he hasn’t already come after being pressed up to Vani for so long, while playing with her tits, I’ll never know.

Saint walks up to her right-hand side and takes himself out of his pants. He’s so hard the end is dark. It should be weird seeing my twin this way, but it’s how we conducted our earliest sexual encounters, thanks to our sick nanny. Still, I don’t really want to watch him working himself.

Zane, though, that’s a different matter. I’m not into dudes, but if I was, Zane would be hot as fuck, and there’s no denying I have a morbid fascination with his monster cock. It’s just so fucking big. He runs his hand up and down the length and flicks the piercing at the head. He maneuvers himself to kneel next to Venom.

He’s tall, so his cock is nowhere near her face but as he works himself, he stares intently at her. She blinks up at him, and once again, I get the feeling they are creating their own little bubble.

It won’t do, and I might have to do something to burst it. For now, though, I lean against the wall and enjoy the show.

37

VANI

Saint is standing to one side of me staring at my tits, and I ignore him. I still hate him. I don’t hate Lex despite him hurting me. It was my fault; I lied to him. The second time he took me, he was gentle, even considerate, and he made it good for me too.

Zane is a bastard, and a fucked-up person, but there’s something about him. I feel as if somehow, a deep-down part of me, the lonely part, recognizes a part of him.

He’s staring right at my face, his gaze locked on mine as he works his cock. It’s huge and intimidating, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to take it. His thighs begin to tense and relax, and tense and relax, and I know he’s going to come any minute. Wanting to piss Saint off and show him I think less of him, I smile at Zane and open my mouth as his cock begins to spurt.

Hot, salty cum hits my chin and throat, but some lands on my tongue, and I hold it out to catch the drops.

When Zane sags against the wall behind him, I flick my gaze to Saint. I lick my lips, and his gaze darkens as he gives a startled grunt and comes too. He jerks over my naked belly, and then, when he’s done, he turns away from me as he zips himself up.

Lex picks up my clothes and kneels next to me. He goes to slip my panties up over my feet, but Saint slaps his hand away.

“No, she doesn’t get fucking aftercare this time. She lied, remember?” He grabs Lex and tries to pull him up, but Lex yanks his wrist free.

“You’re not in charge of me, Saint. It might be good for you to remember that.”

“Fine,” Saint snaps. “But she doesn’t deserve it. Still, if you want to show us all how whipped you are…”

“I’m not giving her fucking aftercare,” Lex says through gritted teeth. “I’m simply helping her get dressed.”

Saint shoots me an angry glance. “Don’t lie to us again, Venom. You won’t like the consequences.”

I think of the reason I’m here, and my stomach twists. Should I tell them about Reagan? I’m tempted to—after all, I’m not actually doing anything wrong. But then I remember the carvings I found on her desk referencing snakes, and also the warning from the other girls about how the Vipers like to play games, and I keep my mouth shut.

Zane has put himself away, and he walks up to me, pinches my jaw between his strong fingers, and presses a harsh but passionate kiss to my lips.

Lex helps me get myself sorted before he dresses himself.

“Look at the state of the sheets,” Saint says. “The Preachers are going to lose their shit when they see someone has defiled their precious territory.”

I glance back at the black silk sheets. I have no idea who the Preachers are, but it’s clear exactly what marks their bed. Multiple white trails loop across the sheets. I thought I’d done a good job of catching all the cum, but clearly not.

Lex snorts. “Let’s get out of here, then, before they come back.”

He snatches my hand and pulls me toward the door. To my surprise, I find myself laughing. We’re like naughty kids who’ve done something we shouldn’t. We run out of there, hand in hand, and Saint and Zane follow.

“I guess we’re not going to win the race now?” Saint says, huffing out a disappointed breath.

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