Page 44 of The Vipers and Their Vendetta

My ears are strained for the crunch and snap of leaves and twigs indicating Vani’s footsteps as she makes her way out to the mansion. Does she have any idea what she’s about to walk into? After everything that’s happened between us, it almost makes me laugh that she’d think all we’d want to do with her is talk.

Someone spraypainted the lockers with a defamatory line about her earlier. The video footage of her smiling and saying about how she’s good at sucking cock is going all around the school. She might have smiled, but I could see the pain in her eyes. Is she going to stay at Verona Falls after all this? Dean Rossi might even kick her out. I haven’t heard any gossip to indicate that’s what he’s thinking of, but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen.

I don’t know who spraypainted the lockers. Lex and Saint don’t know either. It could be anyone just messing with the new girl.

A crack comes from the path.

I tense and draw a breath, holding it in. It’s Vani. She passes me on the way to our hangout spot, completely unaware of me lurking in the bushes.

Then I lunge.

I don’t give her time to scream, wrapping my arms around her from behind, clamping my fingers across her mouth to silence her. I lift her off her feet, taking care not to hold her around her injured arm, and she kicks out, her feet pedaling in the air. She struggles in my grip, but she’s no match for me. Her struggles make my cock hard, and I grind it against her lower back.

I’m looking forward to this.

I carry her toward the mansion, where the twins wait, ropes in hand.

I reach the front door, kick it open, and carry her in. She squeals and struggles, her breath hot against my palm, but I ignore her protests. Lex stands there with a length of rope between his hands, which he gives a yank, a wicked smile crossing his handsome face and his eyes lighting up. His twin, as always, dressed to the nines, steps in to grab Vani’s feet. Saint pulls off her shoes, tosses them away, and then works on her jeans. She’s still kicking, but, like me, he’s far stronger than she is.

With only one of her, and three of us, the poor girl doesn’t stand a chance.

“You’re going to have to hold still, Vani,” Lex says, pulling on the rope again. “If you don’t, it’ll only be harder on you.”

I take my hand away from her mouth.

“Fuck you,” she spits.

Lex grins. “Oh, we intend for you to. But first we’re going to tie you up. It can either hurt, or it can feel incredible. The choice is yours.”

Her eyes widen. “That’s a choice?”

“Don’t pretend like you came here not knowing exactly what we had in store for you, little Venom,” he says. “You’re ours now. Your body is ours, and your heart is ours.”

“Not my heart,” she throws back. “Never my heart.”

I won’t admit it, but that kind of stings.

“But you’ll let us take your body?” Saint says.

She glares around at us. “You’re not exactly giving me much of an option.” She struggles again and twists to look at me. “Let me go!”

I shake my head.

“We’re going to fuck you,” Lex says, “just like I described when we were in the shower.”

I glance down at her chest. Her nipples are hard, her cheeks flushed. I pull down the front of her camisole top. She isn’t wearing a bra, and with tits as big as hers, I’m guessing that isn’t a choice she normally makes. Plus, it’s chilly tonight. She definitely could have covered up more this evening, but she decided not to. What does that tell us?

Lex approaches with the rope and takes hold of her right leg. She kicks out a couple of times, but he manages to loop it around her knee in a triple column tie, then he does the same to her thigh.

He is effectively tying her legs bent at the knees, and held in place with the rope. With skill, he wraps the doubled-up rope five times around her thigh, then cinches the ropes together, creating a beautiful pattern. Her gorgeous flesh bulges from between the ropes, and I can already see the red pattern imprinting into her skin.

Vani has stopped struggling. She’s mesmerized by what he’s doing.

When she’s fully bound, she’s going to be helpless, and all ours.

Lex moves to her left leg, repeating the process so there’s an identical pattern of roping biding her knee to her thigh.

“Now, give me your hands,” he demands.

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