CHAPTER EIGHT
Viper
Lyon Reynolds is a fool.
He never appreciated Iris the way he should have.
And now, he's lost her forever.
He's just going to have to live with that.
He's lost everything.
His crew.
His club.
His respect.
And now, his woman.
Iris is mine.
I'm done waiting.
I'm done holding back.
I claimed her, left my seed inside of her.
I'm not going to stop until she knows, until she feels how much I want her.
I'm not going to stop until she's writhing beneath me, begging me for more, begging me to take her again and again.
Because that's what she is.
A toy.
My perfect little toy.
And I'm not going to stop playing with her until I'm good and fucking ready, and she breaks.
She's mine.
She's always been mine.
And I'm going to make her remember it.
Tonight, I'll watch her dance in a Christmas performance trial for the club, and after, I'll ravage her.
The lights dim, and the crowd settles down.
Then she comes out, strutting onto the stage like she owns it.
She's wearing a sexy Mrs. Claus costume, and her ass is barely covered by the little skirt.
"Hello, Santa," she purrs, looking right at me. "You've been a very, very good boy this year."
The men cheer, and she flashes a sexy smile.