Page 17 of Vengeance

“If that’s what pregnancy sex is like, then I’m going to need you to stay pregnant forever,” I say.

She laughs, probably trying to sound incredulous but only managing to sound sleepy.

“Only if you carry it half the time,” she says drowsily.

“Someone’s sleepy.”

“Maybe now I can get some sleep since being horny won’t keep me awake.”

“Then go to sleep.”

“But what about the dealer.”

“He can wait.”

8

Dele

Iwake up comfortably warm and snuggled under a light cover. It takes me a minute to remember why I’m so relaxed and then I remember that I was thoroughly and happily fucked by Viper before I all but passed out.

He picked me up afterward, carried me to the bedroom and laid me on the bed on my side before picking up the phone to ask the front desk for something and disappearing into the bathroom. I had mostly dozed off when he came back out in a pair of lose pants and a warm cloth and bowl of water. I fell all the way asleep to him wiping me clean and massaging some kind of ointment into my pleasantly sore ass.

Naturally, Viper is the first person I look for when I wake.

He’s not in the room, so I creep out of bed. I wince a little at the soreness of my thighs and ass, but am altogether pleased to feel it. I’ve missed feeling like this.

I walk out the bedroom completely naked and find Viper—to my dismay—dressed with a woman putting the final touches on a dress on a mannequin with a pregnant belly similar to mine.

Viper immediately sees me and ushers me over. Not bothered by the presence of another woman seeing me completely naked and pregnant because I’m sure Viper has paid and threatened her very well for her discretion and silence, I walk to where he is.

He puts his arm around me, pulls me into his side as he says, “I had to get some last minute adjustments on your dress since I didn’t count on you being pregnant when I got this made. Is it satisfactory?”

It’s a short, fitted black dress that might still be a problem, even with the added ruffles around the breasts to draw attention away from my stomach. But then the tailor attaches a cape to the bust by zipper that pulls away from the body and disguises the fake belly of the mannequin.

“It should do,” I say.

Viper nods to the tailor. She takes it for the dismissal that it is and leaves without another word.

“Where are we going?”

“I was invited to our dealer’s birthday party, and I’m taking you as a plus one.”

“Did he say you could bring a plus one?”

“Not in as many words,” Viper says. “Besides, I thought you’d like to meet him yourself. These are your weapons after all.”

I sigh and say, “I guess.”

My statement comes out as more of a whine, but Viper would have noticed my reluctance regardless.

“You don’t want to go?”

“I mean… I guess I don’t mind. I just was hoping we could stay in.”

Viper raises his eyebrow at me, and then catches me pressing my thighs together.

He chuckles as he moves to stand in front of me and pulls me to him.

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