Page 28 of Vice

“I’ll make it fit again,” he says, hooking his arms under my legs and pulling me forward.

My instincts were right. I’m too tight for it to go in easy. But like Viper promised, he manages to make it fit.

“Fucking…” I sputter as tears roll down my face. “Fuck.”

I feel everything as he begins to fuck me. Every ridge. Every curve. Every single thrust. I feel it all.

And then he pulls me up, presses his naked chest against my flushed, sweaty naked one. My hard nipples poke into his hard chest. Every place our skin touches feels like I’m somehow being fucked there. And though it’s all too much, I still grab onto his back and arms, claw into his skin with my nails to keep him there.

The sounds leaving my mouth are an incoherent mess of combined sobs, gasping, and mewls as my final orgasm builds in me.

“It’s… I’m… Fuck.”

I let out a scream as the eighth orgasm takes me, as I hold Viper to me with my legs and arms in a death grip, not allowing him to pull away from me, not even to thrusts. Not that he needs to. Because as soon as my already tight pussy walls clamped hard down on him, I felt his body tense against mine, grip it tighter as he came inside me too.

I can’t maintain that grip on him long, though. My limbs feel like jelly. And as soon as the worst of the orgasm passes, I let go him and sag into his arms. Then into the couch when he lets me go.

I could lie there all day, basking in the warm high from our coupling.

Viper’s next words as he grins down at me ruins it.

“See there, Harp,” he pants. “Looks like she’s great at her job after all. I think I’ll keep her for the weekend.”

That’s when I remember that it’s not just Viper and me. It’s me, him, and a bunch of men who wanted to see me humiliated. Who wanted to see me fall apart. To see my earlier defiance and stubbornness fucked right out of me.

Suddenly, I’m flushed from not just the sex but also dismay. Fury. Shame.

Dismay and fury are something I’m used to feeling when it comes to Viper. But the shame is new. If it had really just been me and Viper, I wouldn’t have felt that.

And though I know he’s playing a part, though I know he has to do this, Viper makes an already fucked up situation even worse when he balls up my discarded clothes, tosses them at my chest and says, “Why don’t you wait for me in my suite, girl? I’ll be up later so we can continue where we left off.”

The heat of more shame rushes to my face as I clutch my outfit to my chest while avoiding the gazes of the laughing and entertained men. As I stand on legs that feel like jelly. As my feet step into the puddle of come that gushed from me. As I force myself to walk out the room on unsteady legs while Harp and his prestigious guests laugh and whoop and ask Viper if he’d be willing to share me.

I make it to the hall and then only manage to make my unsteady legs take me as far as the closest room with a closed door. It’s some kind of… Victorian style drawing room or something.

I don’t make it to the couch. My legs give out on me before then, and I fall to my knees.

My entire body continues to shake and quake and it has nothing to do with my body still contracting from all those orgasms. I want to fall apart, but I can’t. I won’t. I won’t give them the satisfaction. Because they want me to fall apart. They wanted to take me down a notch.

Jason Travis wanted to take me down a notch and humiliate me.

Just like he wanted to all those years ago, even though he apparently didn’t care enough for my suffering for him to remember or recognize me.

“Hey.”

My head snaps to the door. It’s Revnor.

“Hey,” I say, not bothering to pick myself up off the floor or put up any pretense that he doesn’t know who I am.

If he can recognize me as Addy Uccello, he can certainly recognize me looking closer to the Dele Martin he used to know. I don’t bother trying to cover myself up any further. Wouldn’t be the first time Revnor’s seen me in some state of undress before. Missions like what we went on together didn’t always leave a lot of room for modesty. Especially in the small spaces we were usually cramped into. Though, he’s never seen me in a state of undress because of something like this.

He kneels down next to me. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Rev.”

“You’re not.”

He’s right. I’m not telling him that.

“It’s okay. It was necessary. For me and Adrian’s positioning.”

“Maybe that’s true. But doesn’t mean it’s okay,” he says. He takes off his unbuttoned suit jacket and drapes it over my shoulders. Then he reaches a hand out. Hesitates. “Can I…?”

“Yeah,” I say and lean towards Revnor and allow him to just hold me. Just like he would when he knew I was upset about one thing or another. Usually having to watch Viper go back to Phae or for some stupid fight I had with Viper or even Wyan.

I don’t know how long we sit there. Only that it’s long enough for my legs and body not to feel so unsteady so that I’m sure I can make it to Viper’s suite.

I’m about to pull away and do just that when I hear Viper say from the door in a deadly calm tone, “Am I interrupting something important?”

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