Page 50 of The Vipers and Their Vendetta

I can’t tell, but I won’t back down now. They’ve taken so much from me. Every time I encounter them, I leave with a bit more of myself peeled away. Now, it’s their turn.

“Come on, what are you scared of? Big men like you. Scared of telling little old me one sexy, naughty secret. Saint, one night, you on your own with me, all night, what would you do?”

He swallows and his eyes trail down to my tits. Yeah, he’sobsessed.

“I’d suck your tits all night. I mean,all fucking night. Your nipples would be red, swollen, sore, and they’d need me to put ointment on them for days after.”

Holy shit, that shouldn’t get me as hot as it did. He’s a kinky bastard, for sure.

“Zane?” I glance at him, brows raised as if I’m a queen asking a subject, not a woman with her thighs spread and her pussy raised up on pillows.

He signs something, and Lex laughs. “He says he’d eat your pussy until you’re gushing, come in you, and then eat it again.”

Fairly vanilla, really—for these three, anyway.

“And you?” I ask Lex. “What would you do?”

He smiles at me, and it’s not dark and nasty like he can be, this is his mirror side. The aftercare lover who gets off on being gentle and kind, even though it’s a lie.

“I’d run you a bath and make you wash yourself in front of me while I watched. Then I’d braid your hair and kiss every single inch of your skin. If you wanted, I’d paint your nails whatever color you chose and rub cream all over your body until you were smelling of roses and coconut and all things summertime. Then when you were relaxed and sleepy and happy, we’d get into bed. You’d get under the covers, curl on your side and suck my cock, all night long. It would soothe you, and help you sleep. And if I got hard and came, you’d swallow it all down like a good girl and go back to sleep again.”

My face is on fire at his words.

That’s … I don’t have an answer to that. Wow. I don’t know if I hate it; I think I might actually like the idea. Maybe Saint isn’t the freakiest of the two of them. Lex has an active imagination for sure.

The way he’s behaving recently, though, he’d be lucky if I didn’t bite it off.

“You guys are so fucked up,” I say softly.

“Want to know a real secret?” Saint says. His face is serious, almost threatening.

I swallow and nod.

“The reason we are like this is because of our nanny. We were so young, Vani, and the things she did to us. Both of us…” Hisgaze loses its focus as he seems lost in the mists of time. He snaps back into the here and now. “Still, having your virginity taken by your nanny at fourteen should be a dream come true. And it made us good in bed, no?” He grins, trying to wash away the truth he’s just revealed with bravado.

I look at Lex to see his cheeks red, lips parted as he stares at his brother as if he’s grown another head. His reaction tells me this is not something they ever talk about. Does Zane know? I glance at him, and he’s not surprised. So, yeah, Zane knew.

“Didn’t your father go to the authorities?” I ask.

Lex lets out a bitter laugh. “He was too busy screwing his latest whores. You think we are bad men, but really, we’re fucking angels. After our upbringing, we should be certifiable psychos, but we take good care of you, don’t we?”

That last bit is debatable.

“I’ve always felt lonely, and as if I’m looking in on the world from the outside,” I blurt.

They gave me some of their truth, so I’m giving them some of mine. “I feel like I’m weird, and don’t fit in. Ever. Anywhere.”

“Fitting in isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,mon ange,” Lex says softly.

Saint hums his agreement.

Zane taps his foot against the floor and pushes up abruptly from his chair and stalks across the room. He grabs a pad of paper from the side and one of the small pencils he often carries around. He writes something fast.

He pushes the paper at me, and I read.

The only time I don’t hate myself, and what I’ve become, is when I’m with you.

My heart picks up speed and hammers in my chest so hard I think it will burst.

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