14. Lex
CHAPTER 14
Lex
I don’t know how I manage to get through my classes, but I do.
I haven’t seen Vani again, and her words to me keep rolling around inside my skull like a bowling ball—crashing, jarring. Is that why she was fucking crying in the shower? Because she thought I’d assaulted her?
I keep going over every second of us together, trying to see where I misread the situation. She called me a fucking sociopath, and asked me to leave, and even wanted to keep her underwear on in the shower, but I hadn’t let her. I’d been jealous of how she’d described sucking Zane’s cock, how she’d mentioned how big and powerful he was.
When we’d been naked in the shower, though, she’d given me no reason to think she didn’t want me. I’d even asked her if she was sure, that she wasn’t too banged up to fuck.
I remember what she’d said in response, that I’d better finger her before she changed her mind…or something to that effect. Had there been doubt then? But then I distinctly remember her following words. Yes, do it. Fuck me. I want you.
There’s no doubt that I was what she wanted then. And she was completely into it when she was describing what Zane had done to her. Both of us were.
I can’t help but feel furious with her. I know she’s been through a lot, what with the bike crash and finding out about her sister…
Assuming Reagan even is her sister, and her whole story isn’t just some bullshit she’s made up to cover the real reason she’s here.
I grind my teeth and clench my fists. You might say she seduced me in the end, and didn’t she say she got off on Zane first? Humping his fucking leg? How dare she turn that around on us with her accusations?
We should punish her for trying to screw with us like this. She’s a mindfuck, and she doesn’t deserve to get away with it.
Our Venom forgot who the fuck she’s dealing with.
Later that day, I find Zane and Saint out at the mansion. They’re lounging around in the living area, playing video games and drinking beer. I snatch the headsets off their heads and toss them to the floor.
“What the fuck, dude?” Saint yells.
Zane throws up his hands in despair as his character onscreen gets shot in the chest half a dozen times and subsequently dies.
“This is important,” I say, ignoring their protests. “It’s about Vani.”
Saint adjusts his watch. “What about her?”
“She needs to be reminded who the Vipers are.”
Zane signs, What are you suggesting?
I fold my arms across my chest. “That we take her. She accuses us of doing shit to her anyway, even when we didn’t, so let’s show her what it’s really like to have to deal with us. All three of us, at the same time.”
When? Zane asks
“Tomorrow. After it gets dark.”
Zane looks conflicted. His face is twisted, but his cock is already growing enough for me to see the bulge.
Saint quirks his lips in a smirk because of course that sick fucker will be into this. “What if she’s in her room? We won’t get away with carrying her, kicking and screaming, through the corridors. Someone is going to say something.”
“You’re right. We need her to come out to the mansion. Or at least get her into the woods so no one will see us grabbing her.”
Zane signs, What if she doesn’t come?
“She’ll come.” I’m warming to my plan. “She might not want to admit it to herself, but she’s as obsessed with us as we are with her.”
Zane scowls. I’m not obsessed.
Saint cocks an eyebrow. “Sure, you’re not. Have you thought of anything else since we last spoke to her?”
He presses his lips together and his scowl deepens. He should have a lot of other shit to think about right now, after learning that the operations on his throat are being called to a halt, but he’s the same as us. All that’s been on his mind is our Venom.
“We can torture her,” I say. “Make sure she’s telling us the truth.”
How are we going to torture her? Zane asks.
A slow smile slides across Saint’s lips. “How do you think?”
I like the way my brother is thinking. “Tie her up. Bring her close to orgasm until she’s begging for it, and then step away.”
Saint nods eagerly. “Bring your ropes, Lex, her body will look incredible with them bound around her, all that flesh spilling over them. I can’t wait to see how her ass and tits look bound.”
I chuckle. “One between her pussy lips, too, creating that friction that will drive her crazy.”
Zane picks up his notepad and scribbles something down for us. He prefers to write when he has more detailed stuff to say. We’ll have to be careful she doesn’t use it to get herself off, though. She could rub herself to orgasm on the rope in the same way she did on my thigh. He gives a self-satisfied grin when he hands the page over for us to read.
I think of something else. “What about her dad? Should we be worried about her running to him and the rest of the MC?”
Saint lifts his eyebrows. “That’s if the man even is her father. Maybe the whole turning up with a whole MC behind her was all for show, and Jarl Olsen paid them to do it.”
I consider this. “She might not even be lying about Reagan being her sister. Perhaps she’s Jarl Olsen’s daughter. I’m sure he has plenty of bastard kids all over the place. He could have easily roped her in and made sure she fed us that bullshit story to get back at us.”
Zane writes, Could that be why one of the MC’s goons warned me off her? Try to make it all more realistic?
I nod. “Yeah, I bet it was something like that. Or he knew you’d take the bait. Want what you’re not supposed to have.”
“Or maybe she isn’t Jarl Olsen’s daughter and she’s just one of the groupies that hang around the MC,” Saint suggests. “It would explain her appearance. I can’t see Jarl allowing one of his kids to dress like she does, especially not with all the tattoos.”
I blow out a long breath, though I don’t like the idea that she isn’t who she says she is, and a small part of me is telling me this is all bullshit to excuse our anger at her rejection. Her actions, the way she ran when she found out about Reagan, and her clear upset since, don’t point at any of the shit we’re spouting. Still, screw her for what she accused us of and for throwing me out of her room buck naked. I sneer. “Yeah, that makes sense. If she’s a club whore, she won’t act so shocked when we fuck every hole she has.”
Zane’s features tighten and he stares at the floor.
“What is it?” Saint asks.
He takes out his notepad and starts writing. When he’s done, he pushes it over to us to read. It’s just that if she’s a club whore, then she’s a goddamned impressive actress. She certainly seemed like a virgin the first time you fucked her, Lex.
Zane’s words settled around us like snow. What he says is true, but none of us want to think like that.
It’s easier to be angry with her.