Page 66 of Knot So Sweet

"Do you want to please me, sweetheart?" he asked softly against my lips, his voice a seductive purr.

I shivered.

The heat coursing through me was undeniable. My body responded instinctively, slick dripping down my thighs. Every part of me was awake, alive, and begging for his touch.

My heat was in full force now.

"Yes, alpha." The moment I uttered those words, a floodgate of desire opened inside me, leaving me teetering on the precipice of something I could barely comprehend.

"Good girl," he murmured, the praise curling around my senses and pushing me further into a haze of lust.

His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve as if memorizing me, and with each caress, the world outside faded away. There was only us—the heat between our bodies, the charged air thick with unspoken words and raw emotion. I was drowning in his presence, and for the first time, it felt right.

"Victor," I whispered again, testing his name on my lips. There was a vulnerability in knowing his real name.

He grinned, the wicked glint in his eyes making my pulse race. "Get on your knees, Candice."

My knees buckled, knocking against each other as I struggled to stay standing. My body craved to obey him, every instinct urging me to submit to his command, and the thought of tasting him made my mouth water.

I couldn't come up with a reason to say no this time.

With a shaky breath, I sank down onto my knees, the cool kitchen floor contrasting sharply against the heat radiating from my body. I could feel Viper’s eyes on me, drinking in the sight ofmy submission, and even though I knew his name, he was still Viper to me—a snake waiting to strike.

"That’s my good,sweetgirl," his voice rumbled. Another rush of slickness pooled between my thighs. I was quickly becoming addicted to his praise.

My cheeks flushed with heat.

Surrendering to him was terrifying.

I never imagined myself here, at his feet like this. It was intoxicating—this mix of vulnerability and power. My heart raced, a wild rhythm. Every fiber of my being was aware of the shift between us. The dynamic had evolved to him controlling me… and I found Ilikedit.

FUCK.

"Look at you. So beautiful, so willing. You have no idea what you do to me."

He gripped my chin and coaxed my gaze to travel up his body. I swallowed hard as I looked up at him, my breath hitching as I took in his form towering above me. His body was a work of art, muscles coiled tight beneath his skin, exuding power and dominance.

"Do you trust me, Candi?" Viper’s voice dropped to a gravelly whisper, rough like sandpaper, yet laced with an undercurrent of tenderness that made my pulse skip a beat.

His question hung in the air, heavy and intimate, like a challenge and a promise all at once.

"Yes," I breathed, the word spilling out before I could second-guess it. My lips trembled around the single syllable, but there was no hesitation. The truth of it was overwhelming—I wanted this.

I wanted him.

The thrill of submission, the heat of his dominance, the way he made me feel alive, desired, and so utterly consumed in every sense of the word.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress against my skin. The praise washed over me, warm and intoxicating, as if he could soothe away every doubt with just those two words.

It wasn’t just the sound of them that made my heart race—it was the way he said it, like I belonged to him. Like he had the power to unravel me, piece by fucking piece, and I’d let him.Gladly.

Viper unbuttoned his cut and slid it off, the leather whispering against his skin as he tossed it over the back of the chair. He didn’t rush. Every move was deliberate, calculated, and it set my nerves on fire. His eyes were locked on me, dark and hungry, a promise of what was to come.

"Now, let’s see just how far you’re willing to go for me. His lips curved into a wicked smile that sent a shiver racing down my spine.

"Crawl over here, baby," he purred, patting his thigh as he man-spread in the chair, looking like a demon waiting for his servants to bow at his feet.

My heart hammered harder, my core tightening at the sound of his voice. The command in his tone left no room for defiance, only submission. And God, how I wanted to obey.

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