Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Viper changes the angle, hitting that spot deep inside that has me unraveling.
I'm so close, my pussy clenching down on him like a vice. "Please, I'm going to come," I whimper.
"Do it. Come all over my cock," he growls, picking up speed.
A few more hard thrusts send me flying apart, my orgasm crashing over me in intense waves.
I thrash beneath him as ecstasy consumes me.
With a guttural groan, Viper buries himself to the hilt and stills.
I feel his cock jerk inside me as he finds his own release.
He collapses on top of me, both of us panting harshly as we come down from our highs.
We lay there tangled together, slick with sweat and my wetness.
I can feel his seed leaking out of me to pool on the floor but I'm too blissed out to care.
My body hums with satisfaction, utterly owned and thoroughly used.
After a few moments, Viper rolls off of me.
He pulls me into his arms until my head is pillowed on his chest, his fingers carding through my hair. "I've been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you," he admits.
A thrill runs through me at his words.
He desired me just as much as I craved him.
This powerful, dangerous man I should stay far away from—but I'm drawn to him like a moth to flame, consequences be damned.
"Me too," I confess. "Even though I know this is a bad idea, I can't resist you." It's the truth. He's already burrowed under my skin.
Viper tilts my chin up, his eyes boring into mine with startling intensity. "You're mine now, Iris. There's no going back."
I know I should feel trapped, constrained by his declaration.
But instead a sense of rightness settles over me.
"I'm yours," I agree.
I wake up sometime later, alone in his bed.
The sheets are tangled around my naked body and the room is dark except for the dim glow of city lights filtering through the half-opened drapes.
I stretch lazily, a satisfied smile playing on my lips as memories of our passionate lovemaking flood my mind.
I've never felt more alive.
Reality slowly seeps in though—I have to call Allegra, make sure she's okay.
God, I’ve been a bad friend.
A bad friend who hasn’t even checked in with her after her father’s forcing her to go to college.
I scramble for my discarded clothes from last night, wincing as my sore muscles protest.
After quickly dressing, I fish my phone from my bag and dial her number.
She picks up after the second ring. "Iris! Are you okay? I've been so worried! I've barely heard from you since I left."
"I'm fine, girl. I just... needed some time to think." I don't tell her about last night's events with her father—I'll break it to her in person when the time is right. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, I guess. I miss you, though." Her voice falters. “I need some girl time, stat. The stupid kind of girl time where we eat food that’s bad for us and drink too much wine.”
"God, that would be fucking amazing!”
We really are overdue for some time, just the two of us.
"Anything new with you?" Allegra ventures.
God. What a fucking question.
Does Allegra know I was in fact here last night, and that her father ravaged me like a fine dessert in his bedroom?
I have no fucking idea, but I really hope not…then again, someone on the staff could have said something.
I let out a nervous laugh, wondering if I can pull off changing the subject. "Well… I got a new job."
"Really, where?" she asks, curiosity lacing her voice.
"Satin Dreams," I state, waiting for the penny to drop.
A silence follows my announcement and then—
"You mean the strip club slash underground brothel?" Allegra’s shocked voice echoes in my ear and I wince slightly.
"That's the one," I confirm, unable to keep a note of bravado from creeping into my tone.
"But why?" She sounds genuinely perplexed now.
I sigh, running a hand through my tousled hair. "Well... let's just say that Mysterious Ink isn't an option anymore."
I tell her about Lyon—an abbreviated version—how things were toxic, how I knew he’d forced me out of my job if I didn’t quit first.
"God, Iris. That's... that's just terrible," she stammers, clearly taken aback. "And you're okay with working at Satin Dreams?"
I let out a sharp laugh, the sound ricocheting off the walls. "Not particularly. But I need money and this job pays well. I can’t stay with you and your dad forever. I need my own place."
She's silent for a moment longer before she finally responds, "I guess... I guess if it's what you need to do then... then I'm here for you, Iris. Speaking of my father, how have things been since I left?"
My heart pounds in my chest. "It’s going okay. I avoid your dad at all costs. He’s too judgy, girl."
Allegra sighs. "I’m sorry. He’s stuck in his ways. Just work your ass off at Satin Dreams and he’ll be out of your hair in no time!'"