Page 41 of The Vipers and Their Vendetta

Zane looks conflicted. His face is twisted, but his cock is already growing enough for me to see the bulge.

Saint quirks his lips in a smirk because of course that sick fucker will be into this. “What if she’s in her room? We won’t get away with carrying her, kicking and screaming, through the corridors. Someone is going to say something.”

“You’re right. We need her to come out to the mansion. Or at least get her into the woods so no one will see us grabbing her.”

Zane signs,What if she doesn’t come?

“She’ll come.” I’m warming to my plan. “She might not want to admit it to herself, but she’s as obsessed with us as we are with her.”

Zane scowls.I’m not obsessed.

Saint cocks an eyebrow. “Sure, you’re not. Have you thought of anything else since we last spoke to her?”

He presses his lips together and his scowl deepens. He should have a lot of other shit to think about right now, after learning that the operations on his throat are being called to a halt, but he’s the same as us. All that’s been on his mind is our Venom.

“We can torture her,” I say. “Make sure she’s telling us the truth.”

How are we going to torture her?Zane asks.

A slow smile slides across Saint’s lips. “How do you think?”

I like the way my brother is thinking. “Tie her up. Bring her close to orgasm until she’s begging for it, and then step away.”

Saint nods eagerly. “Bring your ropes, Lex, her body will look incredible with them bound around her, all that flesh spilling over them. I can’t wait to see how her ass and tits look bound.”

I chuckle. “One between her pussy lips, too, creating that friction that will drive her crazy.”

Zane picks up his notepad and scribbles something down for us. He prefers to write when he has more detailed stuff to say.We’ll have to be careful she doesn’t use it to get herself off, though. She could rub herself to orgasm on the rope in the same way she did on my thigh.He gives a self-satisfied grin when he hands the page over for us to read.

I think of something else. “What about her dad? Should we be worried about her running to him and the rest of the MC?”

Saint lifts his eyebrows. “That’s if the man even is her father. Maybe the whole turning up with a whole MC behind her was all for show, and Jarl Olsen paid them to do it.”

I consider this. “She might not even be lying about Reagan being her sister. Perhaps she’s Jarl Olsen’s daughter. I’m sure he has plenty of bastard kids all over the place. He could have easily roped her in and made sure she fed us that bullshit story to get back at us.”

Zane writes,Could that be why one of the MC’s goons warned me off her? Try to make it all more realistic?

I nod. “Yeah, I bet it was something like that. Or he knew you’d take the bait. Want what you’re not supposed to have.”

“Or maybe sheisn’tJarl Olsen’s daughter and she’s just one of the groupies that hang around the MC,” Saint suggests. “It would explain her appearance. I can’t see Jarl allowing one of his kids to dress like she does, especially not with all the tattoos.”

I blow out a long breath, though I don’t like the idea that she isn’t who she says she is, and a small part of me is telling me this is all bullshit to excuse our anger at her rejection. Her actions, the way she ran when she found out about Reagan, and her clear upset since, don’t point at any of the shit we’re spouting. Still, screw her for what she accused us of and for throwing me out of her room buck naked. I sneer. “Yeah, that makes sense. If she’s a club whore, she won’t act so shocked when we fuck every hole she has.”

Zane’s features tighten and he stares at the floor.

“What is it?” Saint asks.

He takes out his notepad and starts writing. When he’s done, he pushes it over to us to read.It’s just that if she’s a club whore, then she’s a goddamned impressive actress. She certainly seemed like a virgin the first time you fucked her, Lex.

Zane’s words settled around us like snow. What he says is true, but none of us want to think like that.

It’s easier to be angry with her.

CHAPTER 15

Saint

It’s gonemidnight when I find myself outside Vani’s room once more, her keys in my hand. Does she have any idea I have them, or has she just decided she lost them during the crash?

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