Page 71 of The Vipers and Their Vendetta

Saint’s answer comes quickly.

There are three dots, they disappear, reappear and then vanish again for long enough that I know he’s thinking what to write, the fucker.

What the fuck? Like hell I don’t. Wanting to smash my cell, but using incredible restraint, I write back.

I leave out the part about how she came to my room afterward, how we’d fucked and she’d given me all that crap about us keeping secrets from the others. I’d known exactly what she’d been trying to do, which was why I’d shown her my knife.Now I wonder if she’s tried the same trick on Saint, except he’s fallen for it. Asshole.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek so hard I think it will bleed. He’s such a sarcastic bastard sometimes.

It takes him ages to write back, and I think he might be going to ignore me, but a message eventually pops up.

Then three more dots appear.

I smirk because yes, it was, and I can’t deny that.

I think back to it and damn it because now I’m hard. Achingly so. Seeing her get both holes filled by the twins was insanely hot. I wonder if she’ll let me in her ass. I doubt it, but God, I want to. How tight would she be there? I bet she’d fucking choke a cock as big as mine.

My balls are heavy, and my cock is hard as nails. Glancing at the door, I walk to it, close it, and draw the blind down. Then I close the wooden blinds on the windows. I walk back to the table I’m working on and stare down at it. I’m making this for Vani, but she doesn’t know it yet.

The piece is almost finished. I smile as I think I might add an extra bit of myself to it. A special piece of me, rubbed into the wood with the care I’d rub in linseed oil.

Checking the door one last time, I unzip and take myself out. I’m painfully hard, swollen, and the tip is deep red. This woman gets me into such a state. I flick my piercing and silently groan. The sensation is exquisite. I imagine her in the future, when shehas this table as my gift, eating fresh strawberries right off the surface, tiny bits of my DNA clinging to the fruit.

Taking hold of myself with a firm grip, I work my hand up and down. At first, I take a leisurely pace and allow various images of Vani to flip through my mind. Her spreadeagled on the bed. Her looking at me from under her lashes, her big eyes so expressive. The way her hair feels as it sifts through my fingers.

My brain falters and halts the slide show when a memory of her tied in those ropes flashes front and center. There’s no need to move on to anything else, because this memory is the hottest thing in the bank.

The work Saint did with those ropes was nothing short of magical. The way they pressed into her flesh, her folds spilling over the rope, and how it crisscrossed her body, making new shapes of familiar territory.

We had been seriously out of order that night, but coming back to the memory still excites me beyond compare. It was so profane, what we did in that room, and in a strange, sick way, I think it tied us all together even closer.

We should have let Vani climax, though. I’m kind of regretting the way it ended. I should have made her stay now, too, and bent her over this table. I didn’t want that, though, not in the moment. I just wanted a connection. That kiss, that stolen moment between us, is more than either Lex or Saint can ever have with her. I know this because I knowthem. They aren’t capable of that kind of connection. Something broke in them when they were young, and I don’t know if it can ever be fixed.

I love them like my brothers, but I see them clearly for who and what they are. They’re both messed up, deeply conflicted, and they probably need years of therapy.

Not that I’m exactly well-adjusted myself, not the way I’m getting to the point of no return using images of my two best friends doing wicked, filthy things to Vani.

My mind flicks to that very moment when they were both filling her holes, and she called me Daddy. Fuck me, her saying that was like an adrenaline shot to my dick. It works the same way now, and my balls tighten. My fist works faster, and my ass muscles clench as I come over the wood in thick spurts.

I stare at the mess I’ve made as I work out the last drops.All for you, Venom.

Breathing heavily, I put myself away, then bend down to rub my essence into the wood, taking care to get it deep into the grain where it will nourish the wood for her.

Satisfied, I put my headphones back on and resume my work, the music pounding in my ears.

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