19. Saint
19
SAINT
I can’t help myself. It’s the fear in her eyes that gets me going, the sense of insecurity. It’s like showing a red flag to a bull. She thought I was the nice one, I could tell, and that’s what I love. I am the nice one… until I’m not. Most people seriously underestimate the link between fear and arousal. I don’t. I also love treading that fine, fine line. It’s like walking a fucking tightrope. The most delicate balancing act of all. Get it right, and you give them the best O of their lives, but get it wrong, and they tap out and you never see them again.
I might have gone too far already with Vani if the way her eyes keep darting to the door is anything to go by. We agreed on nice. That’s what we said, and I agreed to it, too. I’m normally fully in control. Of myself and of them. But right now, that’s gone, and I’m feeling fucking wild.
My cock is already hard and straining. Fuck. I want to make her fear intensify. I loved hearing the strangled cry emitted from between her pouty lips.
Now I want to hear her cry for a whole other reason. Tears of sorrow and shame and then ecstasy … or maybe the other way around. Her eyes are even wider, and she’s making me angry now. She agreed to this and came to us.
“She owes us,” I growl to my brother. “She owes you, and she knows it. Why else would she have come here? Out in the middle of the woods, with three men she doesn’t even know. She knew exactly what she’d be getting herself into the moment she knocked on that door.”
“No, wait—” she starts.
My brother joins me. “You can do this, Vani,” he says. “You spend an hour with us, and then you have my word that we won’t tell anyone about what you were doing last night. I can tell you’re going to be incredible. Those big tits and thick thighs. You were built to be ridden.”
“I’m not riding any of you,” she blurts. “That’s not part of the deal.”
Lex strokes her cheek, and she jerks her head away.
“No?” he says. “Then what will you agree to? Will you wrap that pretty mouth around our cocks? Each in turn?”
Her gaze flits between our faces and then over to Zane. He’s lurking in the background like a fucking monster out of a horror movie.
“I bet she’d fucking love to,” I say with a smirk. “Swallow all our seed down like a good little cum-slut.”
“She might even enjoy it,” Lex says.
Her eyes narrow. “I won’t enjoy it.”
Lex hasn’t finished. “But what about this pussy? Does it like to be touched? Like to be licked and sucked? I bet it tastes like honey.”
Lex pushes his hand down the front of her joggers, and she lets out a gasp. But she doesn’t shove him away or try to step back. Instead, she gives a tiny mewl, and her eyelashes flutter. Fuck, he must have his fingers inside her. Jealousy boils up inside me. I should be the one finger fucking her, not him. I’m the one she actually likes. Or at least used to.
I want to be the one with my finger in her pussy, and then I can take it out and taste her. A feral grunt works its way out of me, and I’m about to throw my own brother out of the way.
But before I can push Lex aside, Zane steps in. He moves behind Vani and sweeps her long, dark curls away from her shoulders, and then pushes down the spaghetti straps of her top. I draw in a breath. He’s going to bare her tits for us, and I can’t wait to get an eyeful. My cock is so hard, I feel like I might explode in my jeans.
“That’s right,” Lex encourages her. “Be our good girl. Show us those magnificent tits.”
Zane peels down the top, taking her bra with it. She spills out of the material. I can only stare.
I’ve never in my life seen such perfect tits.
I’ve never been someone who thinks more than a handful is a waste. I love huge, fat nipples I can suckle on, so they fill my whole mouth, and mounds of soft flesh that I can bury my face and cock in. I’m pretty sure Zane feels the same way. Hers are amazing. Her nipples are hard, but so puffy too. Jesus, fuck, I could come just looking at them.
But it isn’t her tits Zane is staring down at from behind her. His gaze is focused intently on her back. He traces his finger down from her shoulders, and she shivers. He lifts his hand and signs to me. Look.
I reluctantly leave the magnificent view of her tits that has my mouth watering and walk around to her back, to get a better view of what Zane is talking about. I take in the design on her skin. Holy shit. She could have gotten that ink for us.
It’s a huge tattoo of a snake, weaving its way between leaves and roses, winding along her spine. It’s amazing artwork, and it’s gorgeous. This must have cost a fortune, and the pain it would have taken is beyond belief. She’s obviously not a tender little flower. She fucked an older guy at fifteen. She drinks underage. She’s got serious ink. Fuck me, she’s perfection.
She’s also gotten so under my skin in very little time that I’m forgetting all my rules of play and on the edge of losing it altogether. I almost attacked my own twin just to get a taste of her pussy. That’s not good.
“It’s a tattoo of a snake,” I tell my brother.
I can’t take my eyes off it. She is like our very own Eve, I realize. She’s entered our garden of Eden, and I get a sudden and strong premonition that this girl, she could fuck us all up. We play our games, and we take our victims, but it’s like those weird moments of déjà vu that hit you over the head in life. This girl might be our downfall.
“For the Vipers,” Lex says with a grin, clearly not feeling the sudden shift I am.
“Nah, it’s for her,” I throw in. “It’s for that wicked tongue of hers, and that poisonous mouth.” Because she is wicked, and she is going to be our poison. The deadly thing flowing between us. I just fucking know. I should tell her to leave. Stop this now. But I want to taste her poison.
I catch Zane’s eye, and the moment that passes between us tells me he feels it too. This little girl is not what we thought. Maybe she’s the thing in the dark we should be afraid of. The thing that might destroy us.
Zane picks up his tablet. She’s our Venom.