Page 57 of The Viper

“Rosa.” Dominic tilts his head to the side, obviously not wanting to share the specifics.

“Tell me what you did to him.” I lean forward, ready to drink in the gruesome facts. Dominic arches a brow and straightens his shoulders. His entire demeanor changes, from soft and careful to powerful and dangerous. My breath quickens as I watch him transform in front of my eyes. “Did you humiliate him?”

“I had him chained to the wall,” he says as his power emerges. I nip on my lower lip wanting more. “I beat him until I heard his nose and cheek bones crack.”

Moisture pools between my legs and I find myself waiting for more. “Did he cry?”

“He was sobbing when I cut his fingers off.”

My pulse heats as I snicker. “What else did you do to him, Dominic?”

He shifts and extends his arms on the back of the sofa confidently. “I killed him.”

I move to straddle his lap, feeling his hardness between my legs. “How?” I grind once against his sheathed cock just so I can get the pleasure my inner darkness is chasing.

“I gutted him. Stabbed the knife into his stomach and dragged it up until he took his last breath.”

“You didn’t shoot him?”

“No, he didn’t deserve a bullet.” He grips my hips and tightens his fingers around my fleshy skin. “Is this turning you on, Rosa?”

My chest is heaving as I enjoy every single word escaping from his lips. Lips I desperately want on mine. “I’m loving every single word.”

He releases his right hand and brings it up to grip the back of my neck. His fingers tighten, it’s almost painful but the delicious sting is forcing my body to come alive. “You’re a dangerous woman.” He pulls me down and smashes my mouth on his. His tongue forces its way between my lips, claiming me with a reckless demand. I try to pull back, but his strong hand keeps me exactly where he wants me.

Our kiss is anything but gentle. Our teeth clink once but, it’s not enough for him to give up control. Nor is it enough for me to want him to. He strokes his tongue against mine and a small growl vibrates deep inside his chest.

My skin heats from his hunger, my own inner darkness aroused by his dominance. “Dominic,” I murmur against his lips.

He pulls back and stares at me for a few seconds. “You’re not scared?”

I shake my head slowly. “The exact opposite.”

A tiny smile lifts the corner of his mouth. “Get on your knees,” he commands. Small pebbles instantly spread across my body. I lift off him and fall to my knees in front of him, eagerly waiting for whatever he wants from me, although I suspect I know. My inner darkness prowls back and forth in excitement. I’m beginning to think I’m just as depraved as he is. The air between us crackles as I watch him staring at me. “The things I want to do to you.”

“Do them,” I reply without a hint of hesitation.

He taps his finger to his smiling lips. “Take everything off,” his instructions are fierce and deliberate. I stand in front of him and tear the t-shirt off over my head leaving me in my panties and bra. “All of it.” I unclasp my bra, take it off and drop it to the floor next to his feet, then bend and slide my panties down my legs until I’m completely bare. “This.” He sits forward and tenderly runs his fingertip across my small tattoo of a rose. It’s then I notice his knuckles are split and inflamed, most likely from beating the guy who spiked my drink. I reach my hand out and skim my fingers across the evidence of what happened. “This was for you.”

My pussy clenches at his pleasing words. “For me,” I repeat and lower to my knees again.

“Don’t move.” He stands to his feet. “Eyes forward.” My breath hitches as I hear him behind me. I want to look, but he told me not to. I want to turn and see what he’s doing, but I know better. Not because I’m terrified of him. No, it’s because my inner darkness craves his. He returns to the sofa and places the gun beside him. He sits on the sofa and reclines backward. “Take my cock out.” My eyes go to the gun, then back at him. “It’s not loaded.” Then why did he get it? “My cock.”

His cock is straining inside his boxer briefs, the outline already making my mouth water. I reach into his briefs and wrap my hand around his thick cock. “Like this?” His cock thickens in my hand, I grip it with more force and he smiles.

“Suck me, Rosa.”

I lower and take the tip in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head while watching him watch me. My eyes keep darting to the gun then back to him. The more I see it, the harder I suck on his tip. I pull my head away and look to the gun again before trailing my finger over my lower lip. “You taste like sin,” I say.

He lifts the gun from beside him and checks it. “Lift up.” Dominic leans forward and sinks a finger into me. “Your cunt is soaking wet. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” I breathe as I sturdy myself on his lap.

“This pussy wants my cock, doesn’t it?” I swallow the desire pooling in my mouth and nod once. He removes his finger and I miss his intrusion in my body. Dominic moves the gun down between my legs. My pussy is so wet I can feel my juices rolling down the inside of my thighs. Is he going to do what I think he is? “Slowly, lower.” I look down and the butt of the gun is sitting upright. “Slow.” The intrusion of the gun is bizarre yet crazily intoxicating. I sink down until I’ve taken as much as I can. The stretch is invigorating, knowing there’s a gun inside me. “Now, suck me.” He weaves his hand into the hair at the back of my head and forces me down on his hard cock.

My body is tingling from all the sensations. The gun feels different than a vibrator or a dildo. It’s wider and shorter so it’s not quite reaching the spot I need. But because I know it’s a gun the feeling is more illicit...dangerous.

I try to take Dominic as far as I can, but my gag reflex won’t allow me to. “Swallow and relax your throat,” he croons with his fingers laced through my hair. “Take me all in.” I do what he wants, and find I can take him further. But I want more. I want my lips around the base of his cock. “Move your hips, baby. Ride that gun while I fuck your mouth.”

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