14. Chapter 9
“Viper, can you at least acknowledge you hear me talking?”
He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t look at me. Of course he doesn’t. Ever since that first day here, none of them have spoken to me. It’s like they’re worried if they speak, important information will slip out and I’ll know where I am, who they are, and what is happening.
They don’t have to worry about that. I’m clueless. The only thing I know is Clyde and Rune haven’t come for us. Viper told me they don’t know how to find us. At first I figured it was a scare tactic, but now I’m starting to believe him.
Viper adjusts his weight, his eyes on the cards in his hands. We’ve established a boring routine of them taking me down to the kitchen, watching me eat, and letting me outside. We do this three times a day, Striker usually the one to retrieve me, and even Reaper once, though I’m glad I haven’t seen him again. He’s too dark. His black eyes too intense.
In the evenings after I’m led from the garden back to my room, either Viper or Breaker will stay and play silent Gin Rummy, or Texas Hold’em until I’m yawing and then they leave.
Today is day seven and I’m so sick of cards, of them not talking to me, and of not knowing what is happening that I want to scream.
When I first woke up, I worried they’d torture us. Force us into depraved sexual acts and beat us. Keep us chained like animals. I never once worried I’d die of sheer fucking boredom.
Viper places a card down and takes another, acting like I didn’t just ask a question.
“Is she okay?” I ask for the third time today. “Do you play cards with her, too?”
Nothing.
“Rune used to play cards with Delly and me when we were kids.”
Viper’s eyes slide up to my face.
“He’d always let us win.”
Pretty blue-green eyes dip down to his cards. I didn’t notice in the club how his eyes are the color of the Mediterranean sea. I did, however, notice that night, just as I do now, how absolutely massive he is.
He’s leaned up against the metal headboard, his enormous body taking up what feels like half the bed. I’m at the end of the mattress, my back pressed to the railing of the footboard, my dress tucked under me. Even though they won’t let me out past the kitchen or the garden, made threats that sound more like promises, and won’t let me see Delly, I’m not scared. Not really. Not like when they took us.
I watched them kill Rune’s guards, but after that first day here, I don’t feel like they’d hurt us that way. Maybe it’s the way Viper and Breaker look at me. Or the way they touched us that night. Roughly, their hands demanding but never pushing. Never forcing.
I could just be hanging on to a sliver of hope, but I don’t think so. I’m good at detecting the bad in people, having witnessed enough evil first hand to know when a man isn’t what he pretends to be.
And Viper, Breaker, Striker, they don’t feel bad.
Reaper though… he’s something entirely different.
“How did you guys get the nicknames?” I ask, remembering Breaker saying he was given the name as I shift, crossing my legs. Viper’s gaze locks on to my exposed thigh. My stomach flips.
Ripping his gaze from me forcefully, he adjusts his weight, and that’s when I notice it. The prominent outline of his dick straining against the thick fabric of his pants. Between my thighs pulses. I swallow, averting my eyes, but he catches me looking and I detect the subtle movement under his mask that tells me he’s smirking.
“Let me guess,” I say, blinking away the memory of that gigantic cock in my mouth. Of his hands on me, in me, pleasuring me in ways I’ve never experienced before. “You guys wrote down the stupidest codes names from video games and pulled them from a hat. You got last pick.”
His eyes narrow.
“And lost.”
Before I can move away, he’s shot forward, on his knees in front of me, his hand at my throat. My cards fall to the bed, scattering like dry leaves. Thick fingers dig into my pulse, making my heart stutter. I swallow the whimper his harsh grip creates, though not just from shock.
I lift my chin. “So you got your dumb name because you’re quick.” Now I smirk. I’ve been testing him for days now, tossing around subtle insults, seeing what sort of reaction I get from them. Breaker is level-headed. Striker is so calm, it’s weird. But Viper? He reacts to everything. “How clever.”
His fingers tighten at my throat. “I got it because I’m mean.”
I grip his gloved hand, nails scraping across the course material. “How original.”
Viper chuckles, and even though he doesn’t let go, I relax hearing the coarse sound. Still gripping me by the throat with one large hand, he drags me with him as he sits back and I’m forced to my hands and knees. My breath huffs from me, my pussy throbbing.
God, I’m fucked up.
“Cruel. Cunning. Fast.” His grip tightens a little more, my breath catching on the pressure. “Vicious. Spiteful.”
“You’re describing the man who raised me,” I manage to say. “Am I supposed to be scared?”
The mention of Rune creates a ripple of darkness behind his eyes, but he lets me go. I sit back on my heels, resisting the urge to rub at my neck.
“Rune plays at being powerful,” Viper says, tossing his thick legs over the edge of the bed and standing, adjusting his hard dick as his gaze slips over my body. “You were raised by a weak man who thinks power is in controlling others.”
I laugh, looking around the room. “Because keeping me locked up isn’t controlling me?”
He leans in, resting his palms on the bed, the skull face and its fanged mouth so close to mine I can feel his warm breath on my lips. “I don’t think anyone controls you, but you.”
My belly dips. If only he knew how wrong he was.
“I’ve been controlled since I was born,” I say, leaning forward so my mouth is almost brushing his. “I’ve just learned how to reduce how much of my power is stolen.”
“Power isn’t stolen.” The coarse material of his gloved hand lands on the side of my neck, almost tenderly, his thumb brushing along my jawline. I tilt my head to look into his eyes. My pulse skips when I see the softness in them. “Power is created.”
His thumb skims over my bottom lip and there’s a part of me that wishes he’d take his gloves off again. I enjoy watching his large hands with the pale dusting of freckles across the backs, and how his long fingers flip the cards. I really like how they touch me.
Closing my eyes, I shut the thoughts down and lean back, kneeling in the center of the bed. “Power is created by taking consent. By inciting fear.” I lock my eyes with his. “So tell me, Viper, whose power are you creating by locking me in this room? Yours or mine?”
He cocks his head to the side, inspecting me. “You think power and control are the same thing,” he says, letting his gaze drag down to my knees peeking out from under my dress. “Stealing control differs from earning the privilege of being given it. That’s where the power lies, little Vixen. Earning over taking.”
My brows knit.
“You, sly fox, know Rune Gavin like no other, don’t you?”
My heart skips, my stomach instantly clenching. Does he know? It’s impossible. No one knows what Rune has done to me.
What I’ve allowed.
Maybe he’s right. I stole some of my power back from Rune the second I changed the way he used me. I created something new with his control over me, influencing how much it affected me, but I’m still helpless. Rune’s still stealing bits of me every time he touches me.
But I may give him chunks of my soul, yet he’s never going to earn the privilege of my heart.
“You know every detail of his life,” Viper says, and relief makes me dizzy, glad they don’t know details of my relationship with Rune. “You know exactly what he’s like, who he’s pissed off, and why someone would want to make him suffer.”
Now my belly is churning for an entirely different reason. “So you’ll hurt Delly and me to hurt Rune.” It’s not a question.
“There are many ways to hurt someone,” Viper says, slowly removing his gloves one at a time and placing them on the mattress. Lifting a knee, he places it on the edge of the bed. It dips under his weight and he crawls forward until his masked face is near mine again. “Without ever breaking the skin.”
I swallow, my pulse skyrocketing as he dips his head to brush his nose along my jaw, breathing in deeply through the material of his mask. “Does this hurting involve broken bones? Or necks?”
His dark chuckle in my ear sends a zing through my core and I back away, but land on my ass. He uses both his hands to part my legs and crawls forward, the heat of his skin sending a confusing pulse to my core.
Slowly he moves forward, leaning me back until he’s hovering over me, laid out between my thighs, hands bracketing either side of my head. My heart’s racing so fast I can barely breathe, and when his dick presses to me, I gasp loudly, my back arching off the bed at the contact.
“Our pretty little Vixen thinks we’re going to hurt her,” he says, and I don’t know if he’s talking to me or himself. “Does that scare you?”
I tilt my hips, his dick hitting right at my clit, and he hisses. A smile curls my lip. “It seems to turn you on. Does scaring women half your size get you all hot and bothered, big and bad Viper?”
He widens his legs, forcing my thighs open more. “I love lapping up fear pouring from pretty pink lips. And you like the fear, don’t you? If I were to slip my fingers inside your panties, I’d find you wet, wouldn’t I?”
I clamp my mouth shut as he grinds into me again, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he’s right. I’m turned on and I hate myself right now.
Bending his elbows, he dips down closer. “You want me,” he whispers. “My cock shoved down your throat again, don’t you, little Vixen?”
I bite my lip, despising how my body responds so eagerly to him. “So like a man.” I smirk. “Always blaming the woman for your desire. You can’t even admit that you’d love to lick Breaker’s cum from my pussy again.”
His palm flattens to my cheek, turning my face to the side, pushing it into the mattress. His masked mouth presses to my jaw, his hot breath fanning over me thorough the thin material, making wet heat pool between my legs.
Shit, he’s fast.
“I have no problem admitting I’d love to fuck that pretty mouth again,” he rasps. “Love to eat your pink cunt, hear your sweet little cries. Taste Breaker and you on my tongue.”
His dick grinds into me, and I whimper, my hips tilting to meet him. It’s like I’ve lost all control over my body. It’s just doing what it wants. And it wants him.
“But you have to earn my cock,” he whispers. “You have to prove you can be trusted before we give you what your needy little pussy craves.”
His hand slides to my throat as he leans back on his heels. The feeling of his rough fingertips skimming over my hot flesh sends a fluttering through my entire body. He’s so much bigger than me he can still hold me by my neck and kneel between my legs. Viper’s gaze flickers down my body, his chest heaving, his hungry gaze stopping between my thighs spread open to where the dress has slid up, exposing my cotton underwear.
The intent is clear as his eyes slip up from between my legs to my face. My pussy throbs, wanting him to touch me as much as I don’t want him to. Viper slides the back of his fingers delicately along my inner thigh and I can’t help but shiver as my fingers and toes curl into the blankets. Other than the tremor moving through me, I don’t move. Not even when he rips the fabric of my underwear aside, tearing the thin cotton, exposing me to him. Not when he slides his thumb over my opening and groans at the slickness he finds there.
“Fuck,” he grates. When he does it again, my hips involuntarily lift from the mattress to meet his hand. His fingers around my throat tighten and push down, keeping my shoulders pinned to the bed. “What a good little slut you are, all flushed and wet.”
He lets the torn fabric go, fumbling with his belt. The metal buckle clinks as he undoes it, then pops the button of his pants. My heart hammers as he frees his himself. My mouth opens, but he releases my neck and shoves three fingers past my lips to grip my jaw. I gag as his fingers hit my throat, eyes watering.
His brutal grip sends sparks flying through my veins, my body lighting up at his familiar taste. Slightly salty. Clean. Masculine.
“You crave me and hate me,” he rasps, slipping his length over my pussy, using the silky head to rub my clit. My fingers grip the blankets, nails scraping the fabric. “Crave my cock and hate that you want me to fuck you.”
With his fingers in my mouth, I can’t tell him to stop, much less form words. When he slaps my clit with his dick, I don’t think I want him to. Viper shoves his fingers deeper and I choke on a gag. A tear slips from the corner of my eyes and pools in my ear. He slaps my clit with the head of his cock again and I moan around his fingers.
Vipers fingers slip from my mouth and he drags the wetness down to my throat, letting his fingers trail lightly over the hallow of my neck to the top of my breasts. “Look at how desperate you are. Your pussy is dripping for me to fuck you rough. Hard. Like I fucked your mouth.”
My breath heaves from my lungs when he slaps my clit again. My eyes dip to where our bodies slick over one another. The sight of his dick slipping over my clit and then slapping the flesh sends a shivering heat through my belly, my body arching to meet him of its own accord. “Fuck you.”
He shakes his head, making quiet tsking sounds, his large hand slipping a slow, lazy stroke along his cock. “You wish I would. Fuck you. You crave it. Even as you scream and curse me, you want my cock deep inside you. I think you like that edge of desperation.”
Another slap of his length to my clit and a furious whimper escapes, my legs opening further.
“You want my cock in your ass, Breaker’s enormous dick in your pussy, stretching you until you think we may split you apart.”
“Maybe I want to watch your ass get taken,” I rasp. He slaps my pussy again and I curl into myself, hands fisted in the bedding as I clench my teeth to keep my moan trapped in my mouth.
“Filthy little thing, aren’t you?” he growls, his hand stroking hard as he slaps my clit again and again. Pleasure builds in my lower belly, and I want to rub myself against him, but I keep my hands at my sides, desperately clutching onto a sliver of sanity.
The muscles in his arm tighten under his tight shirt as he strokes himself, working up a steady rhythm, breaking it a few times to slap my clit with his dick, sending heat and confusion through me each time. I keep my legs open, watching him masturbate, gripping the bed and eating up the sight of this enormous man pleasuring himself over my throbbing pussy. Resisting the feral need to tilt my hips higher so he can slip into me.
My entire body screams for more, my pulse thundering in my ears. My jaw pops from trying to keep the desperate sounds in my mouth, but I fail and a few slip out, making his rough strokes and hard slaps come faster.
Soon he exhales roughly, and warmth his my clit. I clench my teeth as he groans, the familiar sound sending fiery sparks through my belly. Viper rubs his dick through his cum all over my pussy, throwing his head back as his orgasm fades.
He’s so fucking sexy, it’s infuriating. All thick muscles and broad chest heaving as his breathing slows. Strong hands I crave between my legs again. Beautiful eyes that fall back to my face, igniting like sparklers at whatever he sees in my expression. Even his black mask with the fanged skull is sexy as hell, making me want to sink my teeth into his jawline.
I remember the auburn stubble and how it felt rubbing into my skin. That’s the problem with this entire situation. I remember too much.
He tucks himself back into his pants as he slides off the bed. “Now our pretty little Vixen has my cum like she wants.” Not bothering to buckle the belt, he grabs his gloves and walks from the room, shutting the door and locking it behind him.
My fingers unfurl and I raise up on one elbow, looking down at the mess he left on me. With one finger, I touch the wet heat on my clit and groan, letting my legs fall open. I do it again, closing my eyes, picturing him kneeling before me, stroking himself. When I slip my fingers covered in his cum into me, I don’t care the others may be watching.
In fact, I think I may like it.