Page 35 of Vice

I look at Viper. “What’s that?”

“Something I asked one of the caterers to bring here for me.”

“For what?” I ask.

Viper smirks. It’s not a cruel one or a condescending one. It’s a mischievous one. The one where Viper can’t wait to see my reaction. It means he’s got an idea. And the kind of idea that comes with that smirk usually means I won’t particularly like it.

“Come here,” he says, holding out a hand.

I roll my eyes and walk toward him, taking his hand.

I stop when I’m standing right in front of him, but don’t close the gap. Because I know the look in Viper’s eyes. And it’s not something I’m in the mood for right now. Not after last night.

Fuck, I wish I’d taken the out and let Viper burn this place to the ground. Because before last night, it wasn’t possible for me to not want Viper. To be all the way sated with no desire to have his hot skin pressed against mine, his hot cock pounding into me.

This life I’ve chosen to live has ruined a lot of things, but I never thought it could ruin that.

How naïve.

“Viper.”

“I know,” he says, letting go of my hand and running his hands up and down my arms. “Just trust me. Okay?”

Trust him.

Trust him when he’s given me every reason not to. When I’m not sure what his plans are for me or this criminal empire we’re attempting to steal. When I’m not sure I won’t be forced to turn on him before he turns on me or the vendetta between him and his enemies becomes too risky for Lady and Leon to have a safe childhood and the bloodshed to never end.

But I don’t have to trust him with that. He’s just asking me to trust him right now. In this moment. With my body.

I’m not sure I can after last night.

“If it gets too much for you, I’ll stop,” he says.

And that’s what convinces me. Because Viper would never offer me something like that if he didn’t intend to keep his word on it. Especially because he’s never offered something like that before. Especially because even when he didn’t offer it, and he wasn’t sure if I were playing our usual game or not, he did stop.

“Okay,” I agree.

He kisses me. Normally it wouldn’t take long of this for me to melt into his embrace. Press my body flush against his. For my pussy to be instantly wet and ready. For me to be trying to get his clothes off.

But today isn’t normal. And he knows this. So he reaches a hand behind me and runs his knuckles up and down my back. From my neck, all the way to the small of my back right above my ass. With him massaging me like that, I can’t help but slowly relax into his touch. Once he feels me do that, he moves his lips from mine and kisses down my jaw, down my neck, and to my collar bone.

It's different. We don’t usually waste time on this kind of foreplay. But maybe the fact that it’s different is what sets me at ease, allows me to fully melt into Vipers embrace. For the instability in my legs to be the result of being able to relax into him and not because Jason Travis wanted to humiliate me.

He could just push me backwards onto the bed, but instead he walks me right around to the foot of the bed, right in front of mirror.

“Sit down.”

He’s not asking, but it’s not in that demanding and ordering tone he usually uses, so I’m not inclined to resist like normally would be. Not that I think I’d have the energy to right now.

I start to lean back on my elbows, but he shakes his head.

“No. Sit up. I want you to be able to see the mirror. I want you to be able to see yourself while I eat your pussy,” he says.

“Viper,” I say with a sigh.

“Travis wanted to humiliate you because he thinks a woman enjoying sex makes her weak, because it gives him an excuse to put them down and make himself feel superior. But he’s wrong,” Viper says. “What happened last night wasn’t humiliating. It doesn’t make you weak.”

Viper then takes off his shirt and says, “I want you to see what I see when I make you come.”

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