40. Zane
40
ZANE
W hen I get to Saint’s room, I’m breathing hard. These fuckers better not still be fighting. I don’t know what the hell has gotten into the twins lately. Well, I think, I do—the same thing that’s gotten into me. A poison working its way into the bloodstream of our lives. Decadent and delicious, she’ll get us hooked, and then she’ll take her presence away and leave us with nothing.
But only if we let her. I can’t decide whether I want to break her so she can’t break us, or just keep her. Never let her go.
When I’m touching Vani, the screaming pain in my throat quietens, the anger zinging in my blood settles from a roar to a hum, and the feeling I want to crawl out of my own skin subsides. She’s like my own personal Xanax.
Xanax makes you addicted, and it makes you weak. Will she do that to me?
I push open the door and see her there, waiting, pale-faced and big-eyed. While some girls might have just rolled their eyes and stormed out after finding the twins like this, she’s taken it to heart. She takes life seriously, and I think that’s what I like best about her. She seems to experience everything so intensely. The pain she feels all the time, as if she’s walking around without skin, fascinates me. What made her so thin-skinned that the world merely existing seems to make her sad much of the time?
“Do you know how beautiful your sorrow is?” I’d say to her if I could speak. It’s probably a good thing I can’t. I’ll be writing fucking sonnets next, and then I might as well cut my balls off and offer them to her on a silver platter.
What the fuck ? I sign at the twins.
His fault, not mine , Saint signs back, pointing at Lex.
Then I see it. The smashed up painting.
Why? I sign at Lex.
“That’s not who she is. Not to him.”
I frown, confused as fuck. Makes no sense, I sign.
“He stole the way I see her,” Lex says.
I stare at him and can’t think of a coherent answer, because fuck me, doesn’t he realize how insane that is?
“See?” Saint sighs. “Lex has lost it. It’s all this little witch’s fault.” He walks over to Vani and runs his hand down her spine, making her shiver.
“You put a spell on us, Venom, and I think you need to atone for that sin. What will you offer us as your gods? What will be your apology? Your sacrifice?”
Lex seems to have forgotten his momentary lunacy because he walks over to his twin and Vani, stopping in front of her. “What she always offers. Her body.”
“No,” she says.
“No?” Saint asks, raising his eyebrows. “Why not?”
“I liked that painting, and he destroyed it.”
“I’ll paint it again, but better this time.” Saint smiles at her. “I promise. You’ll look like a goddess.”
“I already did,” she says sadly. “In that painting, at least.”
“I’ll paint you as if you belong on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel,” Saint purrs, “because you do. You know, when I call you all the names I do, it’s my form of worship.”
He lies as easily as he breathes, because it most definitely isn’t worship. Although, from what I can see of the torn and broken canvas, there is a part of Saint that worships Vani, and maybe that’s what made Lex lose his shit.
I’m half hard as I watch Saint and Lex pet Vani as if she’s a skittish cat that might run at any moment, so I decide to lay on the charm, too.
I sign at Saint, knowing she won’t understand. This time, cut the …. I search for a word I can sign, as degradation isn’t in our limited bastardized version of sign language, bad talk , is what I end with.
He gets it because he gives a subtle nod of his head.
“What did he say to you?” Vani demands.
“He told me to be nice, and I said yes, because I can be … when the woman is worth making the effort for, and you are worth the effort, our Venom.”
A lie, but not a lie, a truth, but not really the truth, that’s Saint all over. I smile at her, and her gaze meets mine, uncertain, but trying to be brave, and it goes straight to my cock. I go from half hard to all the way there.
“She fucked me,” Saint says. “Out in the field yesterday.”
I suck in a breath. So, Lex has had her, and Saint, but not me. I thought she and I might have had a bit of a connection, but I guess I was wrong. Her face twists as if she’s feeling guilty or scared.
It’s okay, I sign.
“He says it’s okay,” Lex translates.
“You’re just so big,” she blurts. “I’m scared it’s going to hurt.”
Something comes over Lex’s face, and I swear it’s a hunger like I’ve never seen before.
“How about if I help you?” he says softly. “Get you all ready for him and talk you through it, and, if it’s too much, I can make him stop. Remember what I told you in the mansion? All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll stop everything.”
Can he, now? I’d like to see him try. I don’t sign anything. Though. I don’t move a muscle, because through trembling lips, she breathes, “Okay.”
She’s still sandwiched between the twins. Saint reaches for the hem of her t-shirt, and he pulls it over her head, then he finds the hooks of her bra and unclips it. Lex’s fingers go to her jeans, where he pops open the button and slides down the zipper. I’ve never seen them be this way before. Though the two of them were trying to kill each other only moments before, now they’re cooing at her like fucking doves. They murmur sweet nothings in her ears as Lex slides her jeans from her hips, and she kicks off her sneakers.
I’ll never get enough of seeing Vani naked. Her body is opulent and luscious, and I want to feast between her thighs. My cock throbs at the thought.
The twins kiss every inch of her, and she tilts back her head and sighs with pleasure. Saint kisses down her spine and drops to his knees, so his face is level with her rounded ass, and Lex sucks and caresses her tits before doing the same.
“Spread your legs for us, Venom,” Saint commands.
Fuck, what the hell is going on? Are they both going to eat her out at once? Or is Saint planning on licking her ass?
My mouth waters.
Vani steps her feet apart, giving them both space. Lex covers her pussy from the front, working her clit with his tongue, while Saint slides his fingers inside her from behind. Her lips part, and the noises coming from the back of her throat are incredible. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything so hot. Her tits rise and fall with every gasp that leaves her, and her nipples are hardened bullets.
“Your pussy is so sweet,” Lex tells her. “You’re so wet for us.”
I love eating her. It’s an addiction, but I don’t shove Lex out of the way, because he’s getting her ready for me. When she takes me, it will be amazing, because she’s never had anyone my size before. It will only be the third time she’s let any man inside her, and I bet she’ll be so tight.
I can’t wait to stretch her and see all the emotions crossing her features as I do. If I do my job right, and my piercing hits her in the correct places, she’s going to be a whole new woman by the time I’m done with her.
Removing my clothes, I never take my eyes from her. I’m almost undressed when a noise catches my attention.
Footsteps in the corridor have me realizing anyone could walk in, so I kick my jeans to one side and lock the door. For good measure, I push the dresser partially in front of it, too. Be just our luck if that bastard Rossi decided to conduct a dorm search while I’m stretching our Venom. He has keys, but this way he can’t get in before we’d have time to get dressed.
When I’m satisfied, I return my focus to the room, only to find the twins have maneuvered Vani to the bed and she’s naked and waiting for me. Saint has her head on his lap, and Lex is working two fingers into her pussy, murmuring praise to her in a low, growled whisper.
I stand at the foot of the bed. My fingers hook in the waistband of my boxer briefs, and as I push them down, my cock slaps against my belly.
Vani’s eyes widen in disbelief as if she’s seeing it for the first time, and I feel like a fucking god.
Ready? I whisper, forcing out the word, even though it hurts.
She swallows hard and nods.