Page 53 of The Vipers and Their Vendetta

He starts to spank her in a fast rhythm, alternating sides. Soon, her ass is a beautiful shade of red, and I’m surprised but delighted to see her grow even wetter. She likes the pain, it seems. Could she have been any more perfectly made for us?

Saint finally stops and rubs his hand over the sore skin. “No lotion or soothing baths for you tonight, little liar.”

He grabs himself and rubs the head around all her wetness, coating himself before thrusting in hard and fast with a savage grunt. He does to her what I’d been fantasizing about doing. He screws her like an animal. He makes no attempt to make it good for her, no touching her clit, or even talking dirty to her. He just uses her as a vessel.

He loses all control of himself and just ruts into her mindlessly, his hips bucking so fast, I bet he’ll be stiff in the morning.

Teeth gritted, he collapses his weight over her as his thrusts become erratic. He comes with a long groan, shuddering as he releases inside her.

He pulls out and flips her over so she’s on the floor. He leans over her, arms braced either side, his chest still heaving. “Dirty little cum slut. My brother’s cum leaking out of your ass, and my cum in your pussy. What a filthyputainyou are. Now, tell us the damn truth.”

Her eyes are wide, and swimming with unshed tears. “I already have, but you just won’t believe me.”

“Fine,” he says coldly. “Get dressed.”

“What?”

She looks at us all in turn, and I have to fight not to look away. “What about me? You’ve all had your fun, but what about mine?”

“You don’t tell us the truth, you don’t get to come.”

Saint releases the remainder of the knots in the rope and unbinds them from her body. They’ve left a red pattern in her skin, which is both beautiful and vicious.

Then he turns away from her, walks to the far end of the room, and begins to put his clothes on in a businesslike manner.

He looks back over his shoulder and sneers. “What are you still doing here? This is our space. Our house. Our rules. You need to get dressed and leave.”

She stands on shaky legs and begins to dress herself. She’s struggling not to cry, I can tell. It makes me feel bad, but what can I do about it? We agreed on this before we met, and I’m not going to change things now.

“You’re all sick in the head,” she seethes. “You need help.”

She’s finally dressed but has to hold her cut top to her body to stay covered, and I turn to Saint. “I’ll walk her back. It’s not safe out there, and she’s got her tits on display with that top.”

“Don’t you dare linger or go into your comfort routine,” Saint orders.

I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but I want some time with Vani more. I can’t do my usual thing, but at least I can offer her a little soothing on the walk back.

“Walk her to the door and then come right back,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” I say sarcastically.

“I can walk myself,” she says, though she’s moving tentatively, her limbs probably stiff from being tied for so long, plus her ass will still be pink, and she’s been fucked there, too.

Zane signs something.

“He says your tits are hanging out of what remains of that top.”

“Good,” she snaps. “Then maybe I’ll find me a man willing to finish the job and get me off. Fuck you all.”

She slams the door behind her and leaves us in a suddenly empty-feeling house, despite there being three of us here.

We avoid one another’s gaze, and I wonder if the other two are thinking the same thing I am.

Did we go too far?

CHAPTER 20

Vani

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