Page 29 of Room Seven

Golden eyes hold me captive. “Mm, feisty. I missed you too, baby girl. You’ve been working on your form,” he husks so sensually you would think I just sucked him off.

And then he kisses me.

Copper-tasting warmth hits my tongue and I swallow his blood as he takes in the very air from my lungs. Demanding, controlling and relentless. There’s no tearing away. I either give him what he wants or we both suffocate.

The first feel of his tongue gliding over mine has me moaning into his mouth. Muscles bunch and roll with grace as he drinks from me like he’s filling a well long since dry.

And suddenly all the work I put in to sever the ties between us re-fuses. It’s instant. One minute, I have a chance to pull away and run. In the next, the soldered edges of my mind and heart crack open. At first it’s bearable and then I find I can’t breathe from the flood of need rushing through me.

I might as well be in the middle of the Mississippi with swirling waters above my head and a cyclone turning wildly, pulling me deeper.

Drowned lust and fury fill my insides. One has me wanting to slide into all their arms and let the world fade. The other wants to see them bleed.

Tears flood my eyes and my fists pound on hard flesh.

He releases me and I don’t let up.

“You selfish, arrogant bastard! Let me out of here! You don’t control me any longer. Do you hear me? I’m free.” I turn a fiery, raw gaze on the other two and roar, “I am free from all of you!”

But no matter how hard I try, I can’t break the physical contact with Viper.

“It’s okay, baby girl. Just let it happen.”

Desperation in Viper words mixes with the hope flickering in his eyes.

I pull away and like a magnet, I am drawn right back in.

“You can’t keep me. You had your chance. Now let me go.”

There’s something obviously wrong with me. My breathing sounds erratic, my fingers tremble where I have them buried in his shirt, and my skin is on fire. I need a minute to catch my breath, but by the looks of it, I’m not going to get it anytime soon.

“I let you go and I know I’ll get another fist in the face.”

Smart man. But no. I would go for his gun given the chance.

Years of living amongst criminals and hardened killers, no doubt has his senses tingling. He follows my line of sight and then clamps his arms around me, pinning mine against my sides.

“Bad girl,” he rumbles deep in his chest, and I hear the dark promises of punishment to come. Using his brute force against my slight frame, the mobster pulls me higher up his body and spreads my legs over his lap.

“You two have nothing to say?” I turn wild eyes on his accomplices.

“Enjoying the show,” Mirsha draws and the unmistakable purr in his voice has my insides turning to goo. Against my wishes, of course.

Viper gets all my raging anger lasers on him.

“You have to let me go eventually.” Like this, my leather pants are stretched to the max and I can feel every hard inch of his cock fighting to be set free.

“But not now. I think we can make it home sitting like this. Maybe we can talk about why you are here and why Mirsha thinks it’s okay to keep his brothers in the dark.”

“That sounds like ayouproblem and not aweproblem. I know exactly where I need to be, and it’s not here.” I snap my teeth at him and he dodges my attempt at getting free with a dark chuckle.

“Careful, baby girl. I bite back.”

His words are murmured at the shell of my ear and travel over my body like he’s physically touching every inch of skin.

I clamp down on my emotions and pull on the twelve steps my therapist listed out for me.

One: Control your breathing.

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