Page 49 of The Vipers and Their Vendetta

I’m scared, vulnerable, but so turned on it hurts.

I’m soaked, and Saint runs his fingers through it. “Dirty little whore. Look at you staining our silk cushions with your juices.”

Zane settles himself in front of me. The expression in his eyes is intense, and he flicks them greedily between my pussy, my tits, and my face.

“He’s going to help you take this, our beautiful girl,” Lex says, gesturing at the obscene toy.

“What if I don’t want to?” I ask.

Lex says nothing, but I see the flash in his eyes that lets me know he’s thinking of the word,Harley, the same way I am.

Is he planning on reneging on his promise to me? That he’d back me up if I ever used it? He’d better not, or I’ll sneak into his room one night and cut his balls off. Not that I plan on using it right now. I need to come, and I know it won’t be what I’m craving if I run away to my room and have to get myself off. I want Lex to know that I hold him to his promise, though.

“There’s one thing that I won’t stand for,” I say, my voice surprisingly strong. “That’s if someone promises me something and then backs out on it.” I keep staring at Lex as I speak, and he swallows, his throat bobbing. “If someone were to do something like that, I’d never let them touch me again.”

“You’re really fucking fond of saying we can’t ever touch you again, and thenrenegingon it,” Saint observes, throwing my own thoughts back at me as if he read my mind.

“Not on this, I won’t,” I promise.

Let Lex sweat it. Let him worry for once about whether he’ll suddenly find himself on the outside. It’s always me being played with; I’ll enjoy turning the tables if I can.

Zane grabs the bottle of lube and distracts me from my thoughts of revenge. He pops the cap and drizzles the thickliquid over the huge, black toy in his hand. It’s anatomically correct, and even has thick veins running along its length, but its size is scary.

“Are you ready for us to loosen you up,putain?” Saint asks.

I glare at him. He smirks nastily in return, but I know things about him, and I smile too. I know he’s this way because he needs it somehow. I know he’s got a verifiable fetish for big breasts. And that maybe he’s not quite as in control as he’d like to be. I saw the way he lost it with the Preachers right before I ran out of there. Saint wasn’t in control then, not at all. What would happen if he lost it, truly, with Lex or Zane?

I’m filing information on these men away in my mind, making a list of their kinks and preferences, and when the time is right, I’ll use it against them in the worst way.

Saint is clearly obsessed with my tits, but how badly? I’d love to find out.

“Wait,” I say just as Zane has that thing right at my entrance. “I want something in return.”

“What makes you think you get a say at all?” Saint cocks his head to one side.

“It’s not anything that’s hard for you to give,” I say. “All I want is to know one thing about each of you.”

“Like what?” Lex asks. “Our favorite color, or whatever our preferred meal is? Maybe you’d like to know what I want to watch on television when I’m chilling. None of those things really matter, though, do they? They don’t mean you really know a person. Not deep down. Now, let’s stop playing games and get on with the action.”

“You know, I agree with you.”

His eyes darken. I think he was expecting an argument.

“That’s why, I want to know something deeper. One question that I want you all to answer. Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you to bare your souls and tell me your deepest fears.”

“I don’t have any fears,” Saint says.

I suppress my eye roll at his false bravado. I bet he has the most fears out of all three. The way he acts and his need to be in control at all times tells me that there are deep undercurrents, fast flowing and dangerous just below the surface.

“Of course not,” I say smoothly. “All I want to know from each of you, and this is a fun game, is what would you most like to do with me. If you could have me all to yourself for one night, say, what would you do with me?”

“That’s not the way we play,” Lex says. “We do this together. That’s our thing.”

“Except… for when you don’t. Do I have to point out all the times you’ve come to me alone? Although, when I think about it, I think you’ve had me to yourself the least, Lex.”

I have no idea if that’s true or not, but I’m enjoying messing with his head.

Zane lets out a sighing sound of frustration, and I turn my focus on him. He waves the toy in front of my face and shakes his head. Is he saying that he’s just going to shove it up there without telling me anything, or threatening not to use it on me?

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