35. Vani
35
VANI
Z ane looks like a terrifying ancient god. Huge, muscled, chest heaving and blood spatters on his face. His arms are insanely massive, and I can’t stop staring at them. In his tank top they are exposed shoulder to wrist, and I’ve decided very late in life that I must have a serious arm kink because Zane’s are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
The ink only adds to it all.
He’s beautiful.
My gaze lands on the one that says, HOT BLOOD .
It’s part of the quote that’s framed on the wall of the mansion. Hot blood. Hot thoughts. Hot deeds. Why, they are vipers…
I’m sure it’s from Shakespeare, though I’m not clued up enough to know what it means.
I let myself get separated from the girls, or rather, they let me, because I think they did it on purpose.
I know what they said could happen to girls if they are found alone on this race. With that previous boy with the halitosis and groping hands, I’d have fought until my last breath, but what would I do if someone as powerful as Zane tried to take my innocence?
I think I’d let him.
He’s just so magnetic, like a wild animal, and it’s calling to me.
I want him.
Then I remember how big he is, and his piercing, and realize he’d tear me apart.
I’m so incredibly turned on, though. Maybe it is because of the adrenaline from being chased and then Zane fighting that kid, or maybe it’s because I’m screwed in the head, but whatever the reason, I’m more turned on now than I’ve been in my entire life, including the night at the mansion with the three of them.
Zane’s eyes flick down my body and widen as his nostrils flare. What?
Why is he staring like that?
He walks slowly over to me and presses his thumb against the seam of my shorts.
Oh, God, no. I’m so wet it’s showing on the front of my light-colored shorts.
Why did I wear these? First the panty line thing, and now this.
He takes out his phone and types fast.
You’re so wet, it’s showing. I can smell you .
My face heats in disbelief at his words.
You’re delicious.
His next words don’t take away my utter mortification.
Then he types again but sends it to someone. Who is he texting? The twins, I imagine. Great, just so they can come and shame me too?
Zane presses his thumb against me again, and I gasp. He rubs slowly against my clit, and I should tell him to stop, but I can’t bring myself to. It feels so good.
And I’m so desperate for relief.
“Dirty little bitch.”
The sneering tone can only belong to one person—Saint.
“I don’t want you here,” I say.
He smirks. “Well, you don’t get to choose,” he replies. “It’s all of us or none of us. Looks like you’re in need of some relief there. If you want it, I stay. No me, then no Zane working your clit.”
“Anyway,” Lex says as he steps into the clearing, “you got separated, and we caught you, so you’re ours now.”
“We should finish the race,” Saint says. “Deal with her later.”
Zane shakes his head and crudely grabs his massive cock through his shorts. The material is so thin, it outlines him perfectly, and leaves nothing to the imagination. My pussy throbs at the sight.
Saint laughs. “Looks like Zane is as needy as you are, Venom. Your poison is already well in his system.”
“If we don’t finish, we’ll get into the shit, but we aren’t going to win now anyway. Let’s have a quick fuck and then just make sure we finish the race.” Lex says all this as if I have no say at all.
Fury ignites in my veins, tamping down my desire. I push Zane’s hand away and shake my head. “Screw you all. You don’t get to decide. I’m finishing the race, and you can all have a circle jerk if you want. I don’t care.”
I push past Zane, but he grabs my wrist, then he mouths something to Saint which I can’t decipher.
Saint smirks. “I like that idea. Okay, little poisonous one. You can run, and we’ll even give you a head start, but if we catch you, all bets are off.” He starts to count.
Zane leans in and silently mouths, run . He doesn’t even whisper the word a little bit, and that makes it so much more terrifying.
Fear hits hard and fast, and I do as Zane commands. I race out of the clearing and run blindly through the woods. I don’t know how long they’ll give me, or even where the hell I am going, but I’m reacting on instinct.
I’m torn between the utter terror of them finding me and desperately needing them to find me. My core aches, and it’s hard to run as my mind is foggy with so much desire and need.
Why did my father think it was a good idea to make a healthy young woman live like a virtual nun? Surely, he must have known that the minute I got out into the wider world I’d be as horny as hell.
Pumping my arms, I increase my pace and veer right. My lungs are tight, and my throat seems to have narrowed to a whistle. I’m not built for running, and I desperately want to stop and catch my breath. I’m worried my calves are going to cramp, and I’ll have no choice but to stop.
Are they coming after me now?
I wonder where everyone is. Where are all the other members of our house who are running today? Have they all finished already? I suddenly feel as though I’m the only person left in these woods, and the sensation leaves me vulnerable.
Ahead, a building appears through the trees, some kind of tall construction made of brick. It reaches into the sky, and, at the top, there is a circular structure. What it is dawns on me—an old water tower. If I can hide in there for, say, five minutes, I reckon they’ll pass by and keep on going.
I push open the heavy wooden door and stop on the threshold. I didn’t know what I’d expected to find in here, but it isn’t this. Where I’d anticipated entering a dilapidated, abandoned building, this place seems to have been converted into a living space. There’s a small kitchen that’s partitioned off from a rugged area containing a couch and a coffee table. At the far end of the room, with a kind of oriental style folding partition, is a large, metal-framed bed pushed up against the far wall which appears to be made up with black silk sheets. There’s a strange atmosphere in here, though, almost gothic. There are half-melted candles everywhere and strange drawings on the walls. They remind me of cave drawings you see on documentaries. I stare at them in fascination, wondering what the hell I’ve just stumbled into.
The breaking of a twig cracks behind me.
I whirl around, realizing too late that I didn’t shut the door.
Saint and Lex stand in the doorway.
Saint laughs. “Oh, Venom. This is not a safe place to hide out. Don’t you know who uses this place?”
I shake my head.
“Best you never find out.” He looks around. “Still, they aren’t here now, and their house isn’t running today, so they’re not allowed on the grounds while it is happening. And this is nice and private.”
“Isn’t it just?” Lex says with a grin.
I’m breathing hard, and Saint stares at my chest. “You look like you need cooling down.”
He uncaps his bottle and pours the water all over my front. My shirt instantly goes see-through, and the water soaks through to my sports bra. It clings to my hard nipples, and I gasp in shock at the cold.
“Is that better?” he asks. “Your nipples look cold now, though. I can see them even through the layers. I’d better warm them up.”
Lex moves behind me and grabs my arms so quickly I don’t have time to react. He fists both my wrists in one of his hands and uses the other to reach beneath my top and ping open the back of my sports bra.
“Hey!” I protest, trying to yank my arms out of his grip, but he pays me no attention.
Saint finishes the work his brother started and pulls my bra down underneath my shirt. It frees my breasts and hangs from my arms. Saint bends his head, and, over the material of my shirt, he sucks a nipple hard and grazes it with his teeth. The heat of his mouth after the cold of the water is a sensory overload, and I find myself pushing my breast against his face even as I want to slap him. He groans and suckles harder, making my womb pull.
He palms my other breast and pushes them together, sucking my other nipple then going back to this one, making the material of my shirt even wetter with his saliva.
Zane arrives, joining the fun. He stares at me. His face is serious, unlike Saint, who is grinning at his work.
“You look like a pornographic picture,” Saint says. “Wet nipples, and wet pussy, both showing through your clothes. Bet your clit is all swollen.” He looks over my shoulder at his brother. “Shall we see?”
Lex whispers against my ear. “You have to show us all how turned on you are now. That’s the price for getting caught.”
He lets go of my arms and yanks down my shorts.
Saint sneers. “Why the big panties, Venom? To contain your ass?”
I react without thinking, my palm lashing out and making contact with his cheek. We all freeze, and I catch my breath. How the fuck is Saint going to react to me slapping him? For a moment, I think he’s going to slap me right back, but then he bursts out laughing.
“If I don’t get slapped at least once, I’m not doing my job right.” He looks over my shoulder again to Lex. “Pull her panties down.”
I gasp and wriggle between them as they roll my underwear down my thighs. It pools at my feet, and Saint stoops to yank my clothing away.
He stays crouched, and stares at my pussy, frowning. “I can’t tell how wet she is. Lex, part her pussy lips.”
From behind me, Lex reaches around and pulls my pussy lips up, parting them, and showing me off to the two men staring at me ravenously. This is absolutely depraved, and I know I ought to stop this right now, but my clit is hammering, and my core is clenching around nothing, and I swear I’m having a mini orgasm just from them looking at me this way.
Who knew I had a secret degradation kink?
“Oh, baby, that looks so needy. Zane, I think it needs licking.” Saint turns to Zane and smirks. Then he stands and moves out of the way for his fellow Viper.
Zane walks right up to me, smoothly drops to his knees and, while Lex still holds me open, he places his hot mouth to my pussy. I moan at the contact. Zane’s mouth on me is all kinds of delicious. His tongue flicks out and makes contact with my clit, and it’s like a bolt of electricity goes through me. I jerk in response, but Lex is still behind me and holds me in place. Zane can’t get to much else because I’m standing with my feet close together, but with Lex holding me open the way he is, my clit is sticking out and Zane flicking it with his tongue makes me moan and gasp. “Oh, fuck. Oh, yes.”
I reach for him, spearing my fingers through his soft light-brown hair, hardly able to believe this silent giant has his mouth on me. My thighs and stomach muscles tremble as my need builds. He suckles on my clit as though it’s one of my nipples and then goes back to flicking it again. Flick, suck, flick, suck, flick, suck. Christ, it feels so good, I think I might lose my mind.
I’m going to come, and I can tell it is going to be glorious, when Saint orders, “Stop.”
Zane stops licking me, but Lex is still holding me open which provides stimulation all of its own. It’s torture. I push my hips forward, wanting and needing more.
“No, please,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”
Zane’s chin is wet from my arousal, but he makes no move to wipe it away. Instead, he sits back on his haunches and licks his lips. He keeps his gaze on me, while mine flicks down to the enormous bulge now sticking up from his running shorts.
“We want to fuck you,” Saint says. “We won’t let you come unless you let us fuck you.”
“Will you pay the price for being caught?” Lex says. “Let us fuck you, sweet Venom?”
It’s as if I am in a dream world, but, through the foggy haze of my desire and the spell these men put me under each time I’m with them all, I manage to find a shred of self-preservation. No way can I take the three of them.
I want to lose my virginity. Fuck my father keeping me like some sort of handmaiden in his club where no man could look at me. I love my dad, but he’s controlled my life, and I’ve been craving sex for the longest time, but I can’t take all three of them. Not my first time.
I shake my head.
Saint’s mouth twists in disappointment. Zane simply regards me with interest.
“You three seem to like making deals, so here is mine.” I gather my courage. “ One of you can fuck me, but I get to pick who. I want something in return.”
“What?” Lex murmurs against my ear.
“I want Saint to turn around, so he doesn’t see any of it. That’s his punishment for being a sadistic bastard to me in the cafeteria, and for trying to trick me into thinking he was you, and for calling me names.”
“Fuck you,” Saint snarls.
In one swift movement, he’s right at my side, and he grabs my hair and pulls my head to one side as he growls into my ear. “You don’t make the rules here, Venom. We do.”
“If I scream, the entire school comes running. I don’t know much about you boys, but I bet you’ve got some heavy files, and that might be the final straw for your places here. I’ll scream these fucking woods down. Or I pick, and you, Saint, aren’t it. I pick, and you can only listen.”
“No,” he says.
But Zane shocks me when he stands, grabs Saint by the back of the neck, and walks him away from me. He places him facing the wall. Zane points to his eyes and then the wall. I thought Saint was in charge, but Zane has just given an order.
“ Lex, ” Saint growls, but he doesn’t turn around and defy Zane. Is he asking for his twin’s backing?
“Sorry, brother,” Lex says. “But if I can get inside her pussy, I’m not about to ruin the chance. It’s only one time. Take your punishment like a good boy.” Lex laughs, and Saint’s hands flex and release, flex and release.
I know he’ll make me pay ten-fold for this, and perhaps a twisted part of me wants him to. In the meantime, I get a little bit of my self-respect back.
Me? Zane mouths, pointing to his chest. Or him? He jabs a finger at Lex.
I really want it to be Zane, but he’ll tear me apart. I want the silent giant to be my first, but knowing he’ll cause me too much pain, I point at Lex.
Zane’s jaw works, but he doesn’t do anything. He steps back, and I give him a soft smile. He doesn’t answer it.
Lex gets undressed so quickly it’s almost comical, but it’s Zane who reaches the bed first. He remains fully dressed, though the items he’s wearing cling to his muscles like a second skin. He sits back against the headboard and then puts his arms out to me. I draw a shaky breath. Maybe I’m making a huge mistake allowing my first time to be with these men, but even if they are fucking psychopaths, they know what they’re doing in the bedroom. I’ve never been so horny or desperate for anything in my whole life. My clit is still throbbing, and my nipples are sensitive points that brush against the material of my top every time I move.
Forcing myself to be brave, I pull my top over my head as I walk toward him, and then let my bra fall from my arms. I’m naked now and shaking with anticipation.
Suddenly self-conscious, I wrap one arm around my breasts and hide my pussy with my other wrist. I know I’m curvier than most, and this is the first time a man—or men—have ever seen me fully naked. What if they don’t like what they see? What if they focus on my stomach rolls or stretchmarks?
But Zane reaches for me and shakes his head, then pulls my arms away. He tugs me onto the bed and turns me so I’m sitting in his lap. The huge hardness of his erection digs into the spot where my ass becomes my back. I’m focused on Lex now, how he’s completely naked too, his substantial erection jutting out from the dark curls around his groin.
Behind me, Zane’s hands trace my skin, up and down and around, and it dawns on me that he’s outlining the snake tattoo on my back. He places kisses to the back of my neck and shoulders, but I sense all his focus is on my spine.
Lex joins us on the bed. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. Those deep blue eyes, the thatch of almost black hair. His body is like something from a magazine.
“Be gentle,” I say to him. “It’s been a while.”
“You know I will, my perfect girl.”
I hope he will because he’s about to take my virginity, and he doesn’t even know it.