Page 111 of Striker

“And how does one go about that?” I ask, too breathless. Too aware of him.

His hand slips up my thigh, inching up my dress. As his fingers move higher and higher, he watches my face, waiting for my reaction. To see if I’m going to stop him.

I wonder if he even would.

Part of me thinks Viper wouldn’t. He’s the type to force you to admit you want something rather than wait for you to decide.

My fingers dig into his skin. His eyes darken to the color of a stormy sea.

This is why I like him. Them.

They listened to me tell them what I’ve allowed Rune to do, and he’s not treating me differently. He’s not shying away from this animalistic attraction. Viper’s not treating me like I’m damaged or broken, or worse, dirty from the things that have been done to me.

Things I’ve done to survive a dirty man.

He’s still touching me, wanting me.

Like I’m clean and pretty and desirable.

When his fingers slip under the seam of my panties, my head falls back and hits the cabinets. Dishes and glasses rattle from the impact.

I spread my legs for him.

“Seems you already want to be my good girl,” he whispers. A finger flicks on my clit and I arch into him.

“I like being a good girl,” I say, but am reminded of Rune and I look away, my chest squeezing.

“Then be my sweet little girl and let me see your pretty eyes as I make you come.” Viper grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. My eyes meet his, then he drives two fingers into me so hard, I gasp, my legs stiffening. Then they move, dragging my slickness in and out and my lips part, fingernails clawing into his skin at his neck.

Viper angles his head, studying my mouth as I breathe out harshly. My hand slips around to the side of his neck, still under his mask, feeling stubble. I stop when my fingers are wrapped around his throat like he did with me that day in my old room, my thumb skimming along his pulse. His eyes snap from my mouth up to mine, waiting to see what I’m going to do.

When he doesn’t stop, when he doesn’t remove my hand, I shift my grip, fingers sliding up under his mask, feeling his strong jaw, his thick neck, letting my fingers stroke the skin behind his ear. His eyes dip to my mouth as my hips tilt, meeting his hand, a desperate hunger gnawing at my belly, wanting more. He angles his palm up, hooking his fingers so they hit that place that makes my thighs tighten around his hips. He leans forward, pressing his masked mouth to my neck as I throw my head back, rocking into his rough touch.

“Please,” I whisper, desperate to go over the edge. Desperate for him. To be wanted.

I’ve wanted him to touch me again for weeks, been so starved for him, for all of them, I can’t care about what happened earlier. I can’t care about anything other than his hand driving me closer and closer.

“Come for me, Vixen,” he whispers against my pulse. “Come all over my fingers.”

When he takes a deep breath, I slide my hand at his neck up, dragging his mask upward until his mouth is exposed. I press my fingers to his lips. He sucks them in, teeth nipping.

Faintly, I’m aware he’s letting me lead this. Take control of my pleasure in this moment until I’m the one with the power. He’s handing me his, his control, his everything, letting me know I am safe to seek this comfort.

That clawing hunger grows more starved at the thought, and I hook my fingers into his mouth and drag him to meet mine. My lips enclose over his. I breathe out into his parted lips, slipping my tongue in, savoring his familiar feel and taste.

“Deeper,” I rasp, mindless with need. My chest feels tight. I keep trying to be angry at them and I can’t. Not him. Not Breaker.

Not Striker. His darkness smiles at the demons living in my head. We’re drawn together, all our darkness seeking the other out, needing to feel seen and heard.

Viper gave me a secret to hold and Breaker’s given me a gentleness I’ve never felt before.

“Madadh-ruadh,” Viper purrs against my lips. “Pretty red fox, come for me, please.”

The beg makes my breath hitch. His fingers drive in hard as he swipes his thumb over my clit.

My release bursts out of me like an exploding star, all brilliant light and blinding darkness. Viper sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on the flesh as the world shatters. The rough bite adds to the pleasure, a cry scraping up my throat.

“So fucking beautiful.” His words settle as I come down, collapsing forward. “I want to watch you come over and over, whimpering my name until it’s all you can taste.”

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