Page 48 of Vengeance

“I just… the doctor cleared me. But… it’s different down there.”

“Different?”

“Drier,” I say vaguely.

As much as I want him, as much as I want Viper’s cock inside my pussy, I don’t feel myself getting as wet as it would have gotten before I gave birth.

“Oh,” he says. Then smirks. “We’ll take it slow then.”

He suddenly drops to his knees. Lifts my dress up to my waist. Pushes my panties aside.

“Wait. Not here.”

“Yes here. I’m going to get you good and soaked and wet for me so you can take my cock.”

“You can do that when we get back to our room.”

“No. Because as soon as I get you to our room, I’m going to get you completely out this dress and naked to fuck you with my cock without delay. Now shut up talking.” He starts to dip his head between my thighs but pauses to add, “Unless it’s moaning my name.”

And then his mouth is on my pussy and if not for bracing myself back against the wall, I might have collapsed at the sensation of his mouth on me. I can tell I’m not as wet as I might have been before having his baby, though.

Viper gets to work fixing that, using his tongue to lick my up and down the folds of my pussy, trying to stimulate my natural arousal. Thrusting his tongue back and forth into my hole. Pulling away. Inserting a finger and causing me to gasp in surprise.

He's not satisfied with the wetness though, because he pulls the finger away and reinserts his tongue back and forth.

“Fuck,” I mutter, legs shaking. But I’m not as close as I might have been before yet. It still feels so good, though. Orgasm or not. “Viper.”

“I’m getting you there, Bell,” he assures.

He stops fucking me with his tongue and puts his mouth directly on my clit. I grind myself down into his mouth as he licks my sensitive nub with his tongue in an attempt to get me wetter and wetter. He inserts a finger into my pussy again. Satisfied this time, he inserts a second, causing me to squirm some to adjust to the girth of them.

Fuck, just his two fingers stretching me feel like so much right now. I love how much I can feel them as he thrusts them back and forth while he licks at my clit. But I don’t know how the fuck his cock is going to fit back inside me again if just his fingers make me feel this full.

“Viper…”

His free hand squeezes my hip tightly to get my attention.

“What?”

“Not Viper.”

“What do you mean not—”

He brings his head from under my dress to look me in the eye, blue eyes intense and determined.

“That name is used to inspire terror in my enemies. To be their nightmare. You’re not my enemy.”

“You used to be,” I blurt out. “My nightmare that is.”

I don’t think that was ever a secret from him. Aloof and uncaring (sometimes uncomprehending) about people’s feelings as he can be, one thing I know Viper comprehends and can sniff out well in people is terror. He feeds off of it. That said, I never gave him the satisfaction of confirming that he was once my nightmare. Not when it would have mattered to him. Not when he would have taken it as a victory against me.

Now it’s not victory. Now, at worst, it’s just a statement of fact. He was my nightmare once.

“And you used to be my enemy,” he states.

That too is a statement of fact. The reminder of that is a bullet scar on his chest.

He continues, “But not anymore. To you, I’m Adrian. Always Adrian. Viper’s mask or not.”

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