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Dele

When I took this mission, I knew there was a million ways this could go wrong. But I took solace in the fact that Viper would be here. That it was lucky he was the special guest that Harp decided to come for. Because that meant that so long as Viper was here, I was safe. In no danger of having to resign myself to the humiliation of making it seem like I was about to let a man rape me to get the information I needed. Because Viper would never let another man put a hand on me. Viper would see me and no doubt be angry. But then, he’d make sure that I was his for the night. And then I could get the information and a good fuck at the same time.

Well. I was right. Viper would never let another man touch me. Even if it meant having to fuck and humiliate me in front of a bunch of men himself for a stupid mistake because I couldn’t keep my fucking jealousy under control.

I wasn’t trained for anything like this. To use even sex as a tool to see a mission through. To use my body and put it in harm’s way like this.

There were other female field agents with the Soles who were trained for this. Who had no qualms about using their bodies to get the information they needed. To having sex with whoever they needed. Women like Cres’s teams of spies. But I was never one of them. Even though the fact that I might be put in a situation where I’d have to, where I’d have to subject myself to rape and humiliation was part of the job description. Not just for female Soles, just particularly so.

I don’t know what it was. The idea of painful torture, being hurt, shot, dying. None of it daunted me. I lived for those situations. But the idea of having sex with someone else for a mission was something I could never wrap my mind around. Maybe it was because it was my teenage fixation with Viper. With being unable to imagine doing that with anyone other than him. And by the time I did decide to fuck someone that wasn’t him once I was out of high school, the discomfort of it for a mission had already taken too deep a hold.

Viper knew that. Viper knew I had issues with that. And he had issues with me having to subject myself to that whether I was willing or unwilling to. So he was the one who taught me how to fight until I was dead. How to take a hit, hit back harder. Be resourceful. Be ready to die and take everyone else with me.

I’m not sure if he knows it now, though. I’m sure the only reason he jumped in earlier was because he isn’t going to just sit and watch someone fuck and humiliate me when he’s decided I belong to him. Or maybe it was actually more. It had to be. Otherwise, why would he silently communicate to me with just a look that if I chose not to go through with this, he’d raze this place to the ground, consequences be damned? Like he did for me once before.

Knowing I have that kind of sway over him made me feel powerful in that moment in a room full of men wanting to see me brought to my knees. And, fuck, I was so close to giving him the word to do so.

But that would have ruined everything.

At the very least, if I have to subject myself to this, it’s with Viper.

It’s only a small comfort. Especially when Jason Travis is in the room watching. Watching me strip. Watching me ride Viper’s cock. Watching my breasts bounce up and down. Watching my body grow flush at what little pleasure I can derive in this situation, though I’m too in my own head about this whole thing to come. Watching as he looks at Viper and says that watching me reluctantly strip and fuck in front of a bunch of men I’d rather not isn’t enough humiliation.

Of course, it’s not. Not for him.

Sadist. Viper has nothing on him.

I watch apprehensively as a caterer hands Viper a vibrator. It’s a wand with a huge bulbous tip at the top that shakes Viper’s hand when he turns it on.

I’m dreading what’s to come. But also, I wait in eager anticipation for him to kneel down between my legs. To touch me with the vibrator. To—

I notice him tossing something else in his other hand.

They turn out to be dice.

He rolls them on a nearby table.

“Eight,” Viper says huskily. “That’s a good number. You know what it means?”

I shake my head.

He smirks. “That’s how many times I’m going to force you to come in from of everyone tonight.”

He kneels down in front of me then, a wicked smirk on his lips as he touches the vibrator to my clit. I gasp as soon as I feel it. I might not have come before. But despite my discomfort, it had still been building. And now the buildup starts right where it had left off.

I try not to lose myself to it. I refuse to lose myself to it. Because that’s what all the onlookers want. To see me fall apart despite my earlier resistance. To prove that my earlier resistance and defiance wasn’t real to justify the abuse they dish out in their depraved fantasies.

But fuck, it’s hard. Especially when the person dishing out this torture is the one person that I would fall apart for.

My hands search for purpose as my orgasm builds. As I fight to hold it back, try to stop it from coming. But, fuck, trying to stop it is not just prolonging this whole affair, it’s making the pressure, the tight coil of tension building in me and waiting to explode much worse. Making it harder to breathe. Making me more desperate to let go and give into everything.

But I won’t give them the satisfaction. I won’t—

Viper suddenly leans forward and closer to me, looks me directly in the eye and says low enough that no one else can hear except me, “Pretend it’s just you and me,Bell. Let everything go. Scream while I make you come again and again.”

I couldn’t resist an encouragement like that if I tried.

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