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“What did I tell you?” he asks.

“And what are you going to do about it if I refuse,Viper?” I challenge.

I see the glint in his eyes as he recognizes what I’m doing. What I want him to do.

“I suppose I’d have to punish you,” he says.

And then his hand is around my throat. Squeezing as hard as he dares as he continues to thrust into me.

Between his hand around my neck, him pounding into me, and my dress feeling like it’s too tight, I have no breath to waste on taunting him with a name he doesn’t want to hear from my lips or the one that he does. The only thing that leaves my throat are desperate whines as Viper’s cock fills me up. As I feel each and every thrust on every single part of my body. As I ball my hands in my bunched up dress until…

I let out choked gasps as I come, my hips lifting off the bed so high that Viper has to let go of my throat to pin them down so he can keep thrusting to finish inside me after waiting so long.

Without his hand restricting my throat and not able to think about anything else except the way my body tingles with pleasure, I moan, “Viper. It’s so good. I… yes.”

He comes in me, and I feel his hot seed flood my pussy.

He leans down over me. I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead he puts his mouth to my ear and says, “Clearly, it’s going to take more effort to get you to call me by the right name.”

“That sounds like a threat.”

“So what if it was?”

Viper is always good on his promises when it comes to those.

My heart leaps at the thought. Not in fear. But in excited anticipation at what he has in store for me.

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Viper

Islide my cock out of Dele’s tight pussy and tug her forward by the arms, forcing her to sit up and then stand. Then I whip her around so her back is toward me.

I toss her hair over her shoulder and run my hands over the laced back of her bodice, sorely tempted to rip it to pieces. But even I know how important a memento a wedding dress is. So I find the laces, neatly tucked into the back of her dress and begin to slowly loosen them.

“Hurry up, Viper,” Dele says.

Her chest is heaving, there’s a fine sheen of sweat all over her body, and she keeps pulling at the front of her dress, clearly desperate to be naked. Normally, that would be all the encouragement I needed to throw caution to the wind and rip her clothes to shreds. But not today.

Today, I stop. Bury my face into her neck. Kiss it. Mutter into her shivering skin, “How are you ever going to learn to call me by my proper name again if I give into your requests before the lesson can stick?”

It’s a testament to how desperate she is to be out of this dress and for me to fuck her again that she doesn’t try to be stubborn about it as she sighs, “Adrian.”

“That’s a good Bell,” I say.

But it’s still not good enough. Not if she only says it because I ask, but when she thinks of me, she still thinks of me as Viper. And I am. Most times I’m more the nightmare that is Viper than I am the man that is Adrian. Honestly, there’s not much difference between the two. But for Dele, there is. For Dele, I don’t want to be associated with a nightmare. For Dele, I want to be associated with the pleasure I can give her tonight. And when I’m not giving her pleasure, I’ll be her personal attack dog lurking in the shadows to protect her and waiting for her command, only coming to heel at her request.

I’ll still torment her, of course. Hurt her when I know she wants me to. When I know she needs to me. But I’ll never be her nightmare again.

That starts tonight.

I take my time undoing the laces of her bodice, and when they’re all loosened up, rather than immediately taking it off her, I bite at the exposed skin of her neck and back. A strangled breath leaves Dele’s lips.

“Do you like it? When I bite you. Do you like it more than when I kiss you?”

“Yes,” she says shakily.

“Yes, what?” I ask pointedly, licking a long stripe with my tongue along the initial trail of my bites.

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