Page 57 of The Viper
And Lexi.
Fuck.
The woman in the next room had me hooked, her fire pulling me in like a riptide. But this morning, with Ethan's bombshell, everything felt tainted. I couldn't drag her into this mess. Hell, I didn't even know if I was staying. Maybe it was time to cut and run, get back to Delta, to the life I knew. Damn the pull of Dominion Hall, damn the secrets.
But leaving meant leaving her, and that dark thought clawed at me. She was mine now, wasn't she? Or was that just the bourbon talking?
The shower shut off, and I heard her moving, the faint creak of the floor. I took another sip, bracing myself.
When she walked into the living room, my breath caught.
She was in a robe, untied at the front, the fabric parting just enough to reveal a glimpse of skin that made my cock twitch. Her hair was damp, curling around her shoulders, her eyes tired but still sparking with that fire. She looked vulnerable, real, and it hit me like a punch—possessive need surging through me. I didn't need this complication, not now, not with everything crashing down.
She must've seen it on my face—the conflict, the distance—because her demeanor shifted. She tied the robe quickly, her movements sharp, and crossed her arms. "I'm going to bed," she said, her voice cool, the warmth gone.
I watched her turn, that robe clinging in ways that made my resolve waver.
Fuck this.
I set the glass down, the bourbon burning in my throat, and followed her down the hall. Might as well cut this off before it became more of a problem. Smart for both of us.
She was in her room, slipping into pajamas, the fabric hugging her ass in a way that stopped me cold. The sight of her—curves I'd claimed last night, skin I'd tasted—snapped something inside me. The tension, the confusion, the pull of family and duty—it all boiled over into raw need.
She turned, her eyes meeting mine with a cold edge. "What do you need?" she asked, her tone clipped.
Yeah, I thought,fuck the world, fuck everything.
"You," I said, my voice rough, stepping into the room and closing the door behind me.
Her eyes turned to fire, that spark igniting between us.
We stripped in a frenzy, clothes hitting the floor like discarded armor. Her pajamas were gone in seconds, her body bare and beautiful, and I was on her, our mouths crashing together in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, hungry anddesperate. She tasted like salt and desire, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me closer as I backed her against the wall.
I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist, and thrust into her hard, the sensation ripping a groan from my throat. She was wet, ready, her body clenching around me like a vice, and I didn't hold back. This wasn't tender—it was raw, intense, dirty, like we were giving in to every urge we'd ever suppressed. I pounded into her, the wall shaking with each thrust, her nails raking down my back, fueling the fire.
"Fuck, Lucas," she moaned, her head falling back, exposing her throat.
I bit down, not hard enough to bruise but enough to mark, sucking the skin until she gasped, her hips grinding against me, taking everything I gave.
I spun us, dropping her onto the bed, her body bouncing once before I was on her again, flipping her over so she was on her hands and knees. I bent down and licked her pussy once, long and slow. Then I got back up and grabbed her hips, pulling her back as I slammed into her from behind, the angle deep, hitting that spot that made her cry out. Her ass pressed against me, perfect and round, and I slapped it lightly, the sound echoing in the room, her moan turning into a whimper of pleasure.
"Harder," she demanded, pushing back against me, her voice breathless and needy.
I obliged, thrusting harder, faster, my hand reaching around to find her breasts, squeezing as she shook, her moans turning into screams. She was everything—tight, wet, responsive—and I lost myself in the rhythm, the slap of skin on skin, the way she clenched around me, pulling me deeper.
Sweat dripped down my back, and I leaned over her, kissing her shoulder as I drove into her, possessive and unrelenting.
She came first, her body convulsing, her pussy gripping me like a fist, milking me until I couldn't hold back. I pulled out at the last second, spilling across her back, marking her in a way that felt primal, dirty, mine.
We collapsed onto the bed, breathless and spent, her body trembling against mine.
But I wasn't done.
I flipped her over, her eyes wide with surprise and desire, and spread her legs, diving between them. My tongue found her clit, swollen and sensitive, and I licked her slowly, savoring the taste of her, the way she bucked against my mouth. She was still quivering from her orgasm, and I pushed her toward another, my fingers sliding inside her, curling to hit that spot, while my tongue circled and sucked.
Her hands tangled in the sheets, her moans turning into pleas, and I didn't let up, driving her higher, harder, until she came again, her body arching off the bed, her cry echoing in the room.
I crawled up her body, kissing her skin, tasting the salt of her sweat, and she pulled me to her, our mouths meeting in a sloppy, desperate kiss. She reached for me, her hand wrapping around my cock, stroking me back to hardness, and I groaned into her mouth, the sensation overwhelming.
