28. Zane
28
ZANE
W hen the twins leave, I go back to thinking about Venom.
I know Saint is right, but I don’t want to talk about that shit right now. I don’t even want to think about it.
Venom, though?
She’s another matter. I left her there out on the grass, all flushed and satiated but also mortified. I loved the way her shame and fear battled with her arousal and the arousal won.
The only issue is now I’m aching hard and not remotely satisfied. I could have had her take care of me but that wouldn’t have been as big a head fuck. Instead, I wanted to just walk away and leave her like that. Knowing I’m in control of every fucking thing, even her responses. I might not be able to control the surgeons or their decisions, but I can control her, and I love doing it.
I didn’t even look back as I’d walked away. I’d wanted to, but that would have been giving her the satisfaction, and I didn’t want to do that.
Instead, I’d headed straight to my destroyed room. I didn’t appreciate the worry committee waiting for me, despite knowing it’s only because they care.
Thank God the twins have gone without an argument because I’m achingly hard. I pace the room, breathing like a bull. My fists clench and unclench as I try to ride the storm of adrenaline from the news in the letter, but also from taking Venom that way. My hand over her mouth, her wide eyes on me, my finger in her ass, her pussy clamping around me. I’d felt like a god.
It was so hard not to fuck her, but I won’t do that without Lex and Saint there, at least not the first time. The three of us seem to have claimed Vani somehow, even though we’ve not put it into so many words. For how long depends on how long she keeps us interested before we get bored.
I bet she thinks I’m a hero now for coming to her defense the way I had in the cafeteria.
How wrong can a girl be? I didn’t step in to help her. I stepped in because, firstly, the douche was wrong. She’s not fat; she’s hot. I can’t stand it when people are stupid. Secondly, she’s not his to torment. She’s ours . If anyone makes her cry, it will be the Vipers, not some preppy asshole.
Still ragingly hard, I decide to take care of business.
I don’t go to the bathroom. Instead, I stand in the middle of my room, unzip, and pull my massive, hard cock out of my jeans.
It’s a monster, and I bet Venom has been dreaming about it. I know most women love my size—it’s the thickness they say gets them off so well, and the piercing also helps. Will Vani be tight? I bet she is. I can’t imagine her having had a lot of guys. Maybe she’s only been with the one, the dude she talked about, her dad’s friend, did she say?
Jealousy burns in me, and I imagine me being her first. Me being the one to tear into her for the first time, and make her cry as the pain hits, but then sob as I give her pleasure. I would, too. I’d make her come so fucking hard she’d fucking choke my cock with her inner muscles as she lost control.
As my fantasy grows in depth, I can see her and taste her. All soft sighs and gentle curves and pretty tears. I increase my speed, gripping myself harder. With my other hand, I flick the piercing, increasing the intense sensation collecting in my balls. I open my mouth in a wide, silent shout. Thick spurts of creamy cum spray over the carpet. I’m gonna have to get one of the staff to clean that up, I think with a smirk.
I sag, my back bowed as my legs shake with the intensity of my release.
Fuck, I wish I’d come on her, but leaving her messed up and confused the way I did is even more delicious.
Putting myself away, I walk to the fridge and grab a water, slugging it down as I think about the past few days. Jesus, that woman has me in a chokehold, and I don’t like it. At some point, we might have to bring her down a peg or two. Show her who is in charge here because sometimes I get the craziest feeling it’s not us Vipers, or at least not to the degree it should be.
I can’t be stuck in this room, but I can’t do nothing either. I need to exercise and go for a run. If I don’t run, I will go and hunt her down again and fuck her. Or I’ll end up in a fight, and I’m on my last warning so far as that shit goes. Instead, I pull my sneakers on and head outside.