"Daddy, fuck me," Iris whimpers, and the sound of her voice is almost enough to set me off.
"Fuck. Baby. You're so fucking tight. Your pussy feels so good," I growl, and when my mouth's back on hers, the pressure is too much.
"Harder," Iris cries, and when her nails dig into my skin, the pain is exquisite.
"You want it harder? You want Daddy to fuck your sweet pussy harder, baby?" I demand. "Spread your legs wider. Daddy's gonna take what he wants."
"Daddy," Iris hisses, and when the need's almost too much, I can't stop.
"Take it, baby," I hiss, and with one more thrust, the release is so strong, the room starts to spin. "Iris. Fuck."
"Merry Christmas," she whispers, and the words are like a punch in the gut "Ouch. These lights are hot."
"Let's get you out of them," I whisper, and the second the lights are off, she's pressed against the sheets.
"I love you, Viper," Iris says, and the sound of her voice is almost too much to handle.
"Baby," I whisper, and when her arms wrap around me, the moment's perfect.
The guilt in my chest is eating away at me, and the shame is almost too much to handle.
How many times have I fucked her now?
How many times have I kissed her...
Touched her.
Been inside her.
How many times have I told her she's perfect?
I'm such a bastard.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Iris
I wake to the soft glow of dawn filtering through unfamiliar curtains.
For a disorienting moment, I forget where I am.
Then I feel the warm, solid presence beside me, and everything comes rushing back.
Viper.
I turn my head slowly, careful not to disturb him.
He's sprawled on his back, one muscular arm flung above his head, the other resting across his bare chest.
The sheet has slipped down to his waist, revealing the intricate tapestry of tattoos covering his torso.
In sleep, his face is relaxed, softer somehow.
The hard edges and ever-present tension have melted away, leaving him looking younger, almost vulnerable.
God, he's beautiful.
I prop myself up on one elbow, drinking in the sight of him.