Page 74 of The Vipers and Their Venom

He’s propped with his elbows either side of my head, and he lifts one hand and hooks his thumb inside my mouth. “Suck it. Imagine it’s my brother’s cock.”

I cry and whimper as he thrusts inside me and I suck on his thumb. He pushes it to the back of my throat until I gag, and he gives a primal growl. “Your pussy clamps so tight around me when you do that.”

Tears pool from the corners of my eyes and he bends his head to lick them. His movements inside me grow faster. Suddenly, he pulls out of me, flips me onto all fours, and then penetrates me from behind.

“I want to watch this fat ass jiggle as I slam into your pussy.”

He reaches around my body to rub my clit. I know I’m not going to last much longer.

“Saint. Oh, God, Saint.” His name spills from my lips.

“That’s right. Pray to me, little girl.”

My tits bounce with every thrust, barely contained within a too-flimsy bra and the sundress.

“Your pussy is greedy for my cum, Venom. My dirty little whore. Say it. Say what you are.”

“A whore,” I cry, even as I’m reaching my peak. “I’m your dirty whore.”

I tip over the edge and shatter around him. I don’t even care if anyone hears. He leans over me and grabs the back of my head, shoving my face into the grass. My ass is in the air, with Saint ramming into me from behind. He gives a feral growl and jerks inside me, holding himself deep. His fingers claw my hips anddig into my ass as he pushes himself deeper with every spurt of cum he spills inside me. I’ve lost all sense of who I am and what I’m doing here. All I exist as in this moment is Saint’s little cum toy, just like he wants me to be.

We collapse in the grass together, both breathing hard. He smooths down my skirt, making sure I’m covered up. I’m going to need my panties to clean up the mess.

“This is where we need Lex,” he says. “He’s the one who’s good at all the aftercare stuff.”

“It’s okay.” I curl up against him. “I can take care of myself.”

He props himself up on one elbow. “Can I paint you, Venom? Tattoos and all?”

“What, now?”

He laughs. “No, I don’t think I have the energy now, but sometime soon. I’d love for you to sit for me.”

I find myself smiling. “I’d like that, too.”

The watch on his arm slides down. He has a tattoo hidden under there. It says HOT DEEDS. I recognize it as fitting with the one Zane has.

I take hold of his wrist and run my thumb over the ink. “Zane has one of these.”

“Lex has one also. His says ‘hot thoughts.’”

I remember seeing the complete version at the mansion,” I say. “You each have one of the lines tattooed on you. What does it mean?”

His gaze darkens. “It’s a quote from Shakespeare. It’s about love,” he says. “It’s about how love can make you do crazy things.”

“Have you ever been in love?” I ask.

He holds my gaze again and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Not yet. What about you?”

I shake my head. “Not yet.”

Could I be heading toward it, though? Could these crazy, beautiful, damaged, conflicted men be, too?

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SAINT

It’s been a full twenty-four hours since things got really hot and heavy with Vani in the field, and there was a moment I felt a real connection with her. That won’t do. She’s a plaything, that’s all, and I need to remember that. She makes me angry and hot for her at the same time, yet she also sometimes makes me feel like a god, in a way no other woman ever has. That shit could get addicting.

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