Page 47 of The Vipers' Vow

He doesn’t pull away, though, and if anything, only goes deeper. But he takes it slow, and when he’s seated deep inside my ass, he holds himself still. He gives me a minute to adjust to his invasion. I have to breathe through my nose because of the bundle of material in my mouth, keeping me quiet.

Then he slides a finger inside my pussy and applies pressure to my clit once more. He slowly rocks his hips, fucking me in the ass with exquisite concentration. From his expression, it doesn't look as though he's going to last long either.

My tits bounce with every stroke, and he gets faster and harder, keeping up the rhythm on my clit, building my orgasm. I'm close to breaking again, to shattering all over him.

Zane jerks inside me as he comes with a silent groan, his eyes slipping shut, his teeth clenching, his entire body shaking with pleasure. I feel him releasing inside me, pumping jets of milky cum deep inside my ass.

I give in to my own climax. My entire body lights up with pleasure, every nerve ending burning with it. It hits me like a tidal wave, taking me under. I shudder and shake, my eyes rolling back, my toes curling.

My face and chest are warm and I’m breathing heavily. Zane softens and slips out of me then crawls up my body to pull me into his arms. He tears the panties from my mouth and kisses my damp forehead and brushes the hair away from my face. He cups my cheek, staring into my eyes, and then releases me and edges away.

I’m disappointed at the space between us, wondering why he doesn’t hold me for longer. But then he points at himself, crosses his fists across his chest, and points back at me.

He stares at me with such intensity, it’s impossible for me not to understand exactly what he’s saying, but I still have to check. The stupid little insecure part of me that’s always doubting myself needs to know I’ve not misunderstood what he’s telling me.

“I love you?” I say. “You love me?”

He nods and repeats the motion. I’m not mistaken. My eyes fill with tears.I love you.

I grab his face and kiss him hard. “I love you, too, Zane. So much. It drives me crazy.”

I feel a twinge of guilt. I don’t want him to think this means he and I are exclusive. Especially when Lex is in danger, and we’ve left Saint behind. I’d hate for the twins to ever think I’ve chosen Zane over them. That isn’t how this works.

But Zane must read my expression—he’s always good with body language—and he grabs his phone and writes,The twins too?

I give a little laugh of relief. “Yes, I love them too. But don’t tell them, okay? I need to do that.” I suddenly doubt everything again and worry at a tiny bit of skin on the inside of my cheek with my teeth. “Do you think they feel the same way?”

I don’t want to fuck this all up. What if they still only see me as a plaything? I struggle to believe that, especially with Saint and how obsessed he seems to be with me, and how tender Lex is as well, but I’ve been mistaken about everything so often I’ve lost count. I need to learn to trust my instincts more. It’s not easy, though, when I’ve grown up sheltered by my father and his men. They’ve always been there to protect me, but in doing so they’ve also prevented me from making my own mistakes and learning from them.

Zane frowns, and of course he can’t answer for them, but he points to his own chest, and then does the sign all over again. He loves me. That’s all I need for now.

I let out a happy sigh and immediately feel guilty again for being happy when poor Lex is still in danger.

“We need to leave in a couple of hours,” I say reluctantly. “You should go back to your room.”

I don’t want him to leave, but I’m still conscious of my father’s men, and if they check his cabin and find him gone, they’ll figure out exactly where he’s been.

Zane nods and drops a kiss to the top of my head. He picks up his clothes and quickly throws them on, then slips out the way he came in.

I set the alarm on my phone for shortly before three a.m., pull the bedcovers over my abused body, and swiftly drop into a completely exhausted sleep.

16

LEX

“Your friends only have another twenty-four hours or so before they’re supposed to arrive.”

I flick open my eyes and groan. Mr. Shriveled Dicks is standing over me, a bowl of something in one hand.

“Good,” I grate. “Then you’ll be able to let me go.”

I don’t know if that’s even their plan. They’re more likely to kill me.

Every muscle is stiff and screams in pain after spending hours chained and sitting on the cold floor. I managed to sleep for a few hours, but I woke with a cramp in my calf and my neck threatening to go into a spasm.

He snorts. “You’ll be lucky.”

I force a grin. “Lucky is my middle name.”

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