Page 60 of The Viper

“Yes.” Rosa leans her elbows on her knees, lowers her head and covers her face with her hands. I finish tying the tie then walk over to her. I sit beside Rosa and wrap her in my arms.

Just like in bed, she effortlessly turns toward me and buries her head into my shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she whispers and pulls back. “I’ve ruined your shirt.” She wipes the tears away from my shirt. “You probably have work to do and I’m keeping you.” Rosa stares at the spot on my shoulder, her eyes brimming with tears.

I do have two meetings this morning, but I’ll have Marco push them back so I can take my woman out for breakfast. I stand and hold my hand out to her. “Wear something nice.”

Rosa scoffs and shakes her head. “Last time I wore something nice some asshole tried to spike my drink and you ended up killing him.” Her eyes widen as she slowly lifts her hand to her mouth. “You killed a man.”

“I’ve killed many.”

She lowers her hand and reaches for mine, running her fingers over my bruised knuckles. I think I’ve broken one, but it’s not like I haven’t done that before. “A part of me wants to run.” She flicks her gaze up to me then back to my knuckles. Rosa’s breath hitches and she worries her lower lip between her teeth. Her chest is rising and falling with intensity. Her body defies her words. “I discovered something about me last night when you had me fuck the butt of the gun.”

My cock strains inside my pants with her dirty mouth. “Language.”

“Do you want to know what I discovered about myself?” Rosa steps closer and places her hand on my chest. My lioness thinks she has the upper hand. It’s time I show her she’ll never lead. That’s not her job, it’s mine. I grab her wrist and place it behind her back, then take her other wrist and hold both of them in one of my hands. Her features soften and become almost dream like. “What are you doing?” she whispers.

“This is what I do.” I cup her pussy in my free hand. A small groan rolls out between her swollen, tortured lips. “You have one job here, Rosa.”

“What’s that?”

“To allow me to lead you.” I rub at her clit through her leggings and just like every other moment we’ve been together, her body responds to me.

Rosa pushes her tits into my chest, as her eyes roll back and close. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.” She grinds her hips on my hand, desperate to find another release. “I know I should run, but I want to stay.”

She’s most honest with me when I play with her body. “Do you crave my hands on you?”

“Yes,” she whimpers without hesitation.

“Do you want me to mark you?”

“So much.” She licks her lips as she continues to roll her hips so I can bring her to orgasm.

I lean into her and whisper, “You’ll fuck whatever I want you to fuck.”

Her body tenses and she finally nods. “I like this darkness,” she whimpers before her breath hitches and she releases another low groan. She’s on the edge. A few more strokes of her clit and she’s going to explode. I pull my hand away from her leggings and her eyes snap open. I don’t release her hands though, keeping her hostage to me. “What are you doing?”

“You have one job,” I repeat. “To allow me to lead you.” With her hands incapacitated behind her back, I grip her neck at the hairline and bring her in for a forceful kiss. She’s going to have to learn that everything is done my way, and she will love every moment if she just surrenders and trusts me. I pull away from the kiss, and release her hands. “Get ready, I’m taking you out.”

Her wide blue eyes search my face. “What? What about me? You can’t leave me like this.”

I glance down at her leggings and smile. “Yes, I can.” I turn her and smack her butt causing her to jump a little. “Hurry up, you have one minute.”

“I need more than one minute to get myself off because you stopped.”

I spank her ass again. “Touch yourself and you’ll have a month of my cock in your mouth and no release for you.”

Her shoulders inch forward as she takes herself to the closet to change. While she’s changing, I head downstairs to find Marco in the kitchen. Alba is kneading dough to make fresh bread. “You’re late,” he says as he sips on a coffee.

I ignore his observation. “Push my two meetings back to this afternoon.”

Without hesitation he says, “Okay.” He places his coffee cup on the counter, and takes his phone out of his pocket. “Also, one of the restaurants was broken into last night.”

“Which one?”

“Luciana’s.”

“Tell Frank to get the car ready.”

He sends Frank a text. “Done.”

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