Page 51 of The Vipers and Their Vendetta

Zane rips the paper up until it’s just confetti and throws it in the trash can.

“What did you confess, Zane?” Saint asks.

Zane just gives him the finger, and Saint chuckles. “Aw, was it your undying love?”

Zane shrugs, but my pulse races at the word ‘love.’

“Now, we’ve all shared our secrets, why don’t you tell us the one that matters the most?” Saint smiles at me, right before he grips my chin viciously and forces me to look up at him. “Tell us the truth. This isn’t a game, Vani. We are all getting in too deep, so you have to tell us. Why are you here, and why are you sneaking around stealing files? You say this girl was your sister, but that makes no sense. She looked nothing like you. She behaved nothing like you. You knew absolutely zero about her, so we don’t believe you.”

God, these boys are so damn paranoid it borders on delusional. They’re also giving me whiplash. Just when I think they’re showing me some connection and humanity, they go right back to being dicks. I get it. They’re freaked out about this, as am I, but their way of dealing with that is not healthy.

I shake my head in frustration. “I’ve told you the truth, repeatedly. You are deluded and paranoid if you don’t believe me. As for this crazy idea you’ve got that I’m somehow working for Reagan’s father, how does that make sense? You know I left here in a rush, upset and out of my mind, when I found out about what happened to her. Why the hell would I do that, if I already knew about her? Hell, I didn’t even take my phone. Do you know how upset someone has to be these days to forget their phone? I went to put the file back, and I was on my way to my room when I bumped into Angelica, and she told me what happened to Reagan. She told me about your involvement too. I was so upset I didn’t think clearly, and just had to get on my bike. I wasn’t wearing my helmet, I didn’t have my phone. Hell, I didn’t even have my purse or money on me. So, you tell me, who’s the liar? Because I don’t think it’s me.”

I can’t believe I’m having an argument with these men in such a position. I’m still horribly turned on and exposed to their needy eyes, which eat me up constantly as they talk to me.

“You can’t blame us for being paranoid,” Saint says. “You lied to us the whole time.”

“You never asked.” I’m losing my patience with them. I’m like a record stuck on repeat, and they can’t see that their paranoia is making their thinking clouded.

“You clearly need some more persuading to talk,” Lex says.

He gestures to Zane, who grins at me as he kneels once more, that massive toy in his hand.

CHAPTER 19

Lex

Zane partsher swollen lips and runs the obscenely thick head of the toy over her clit. It’s sticking out, all red and needy, and I want to suck it into my mouth, but I don’t because I also don’t want to stop watching.

“I think you’re all full of shit,” Vani gasps as she’s tortured slowly and deliciously. She’s so wet, so puffy, and must be aching terribly, but she’s still got defiance in her. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.

“One more fucking word, and I’ll gag you,” Saint warns.

“I thought you wanted me to talk,” she throws back.

“Don’t test me,” he snaps.

She scowls but shuts up immediately.

Clearly, she doesn’t like the idea of the gag, and I file that away.

I’m so fucking hard, and I’m pushing out pre cum like it’s my job. I’ve come once, and I’m already primed again. No one gets me this way except for her.

The Preachers wanted to use her to create their bullshit dark magic against us, but what they didn’t realize is that she did that all by herself, the minute she stepped foot in this college. ThosePreachers can do their very worst, and it will never be as bad as what she’s done. Because she’s put a spell on us for sure.

The very air in this room is heated and heady with it. It’s dangerous, and dark, and really, we should put a stop to this right this minute. In all the times we’ve done this, and all the games we’ve played, we’ve always been in absolute control. We’re not any longer. There’s that sense that all it would take is one tiny thing to send this spiraling down into something terrible.

For that reason alone, we should all get dressed and walk away right now. We could go back to our rooms, go to sleep, and in the future just give her a friendly nod when we pass in the hallway and go back to our old lives. Except that’s the biggest fantasy of all, isn’t it? Because that’s never going to happen. She’s already wormed her way in. We might be the ones standing free while she’s bound, but she’s the one who’s already elicited a secret from each of us, and we’ve not managed to get anything out of her.

I want to see Zane break her, but I know if he does, I’ll need to put her right back together again because that’s what I do.

As for Saint, he’s gone. Lost. I can see in his eyes when he looks at her. I bet he’d screw me over to have that fantasy of his become reality. He’d give anything to have a night with her. Living out his weird kink, the fucking freak. At least mine’s normal in comparison. Well, Zane’s is the most normal of all, but then he didn’t get the education that we had, did he?

He had a fairly normal life—for our world, at least—right up until someone tried to slit his throat. Now he walks around, and everyone feels sorry for him, which is both a curse and a blessing. It’s a curse because nobody wants anyone’s pity, but it’s a blessing because at least people canseehe’s hurting.

Theyseethat livid scar across his throat and realize he can’t speak, and they know he’s been through a battle. No one sees thescars my twin and I carry. They are on the inside. And it’s the scars on the inside that hurt the most.

Is that why we want to give Venom her own battle wounds? So she will be like us? No better, no worse, just exactly the same. A scarred and broken girl. Living happily ever after with her three scarred and broken boys.

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