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)
I exhale a shaky breath, trying to absorb her reassurances.
She's right.
I can do this.
I have to do this, for myself and for them.
"Thank you," I say, injecting as much conviction as I can muster. "I couldn't ask for a better assistant manager. Let's fucking do this."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Viper
Lyon Reynolds is a fool.
He never appreciated Iris the way he should have.
And now, he's lost her forever.
He's just going to have to live with that.
He's lost everything.
His crew.
His club.
His respect.
And now, his woman.
Iris is mine.
I'm done waiting.
I'm done holding back.
I claimed her, left my seed inside of her.
I'm not going to stop until she knows, until she feels how much I want her.
I'm not going to stop until she's writhing beneath me, begging me for more, begging me to take her again and again.
Because that's what she is.
A toy.
My perfect little toy.
And I'm not going to stop playing with her until I'm good and fucking ready, and she breaks.
She's mine.
She's always been mine.
And I'm going to make her remember it.
Tonight, I'll watch her dance in a Christmas performance trial for the club, and after, I'll ravage her.
The lights dim, and the crowd settles down.
Then she comes out, strutting onto the stage like she owns it.
She's wearing a sexy Mrs. Claus costume, and her ass is barely covered by the little skirt.
"Hello, Santa," she purrs, looking right at me. "You've been a very, very good boy this year."
The men cheer, and she flashes a sexy smile.
"And now, for your present, I'm going to show you how much I've been wanting to sit on your lap." She straddles a chair and grinds her hips. "Does that feel good, Santa? Does it feel good when I rub my pussy all over you?"
"Fuck yeah," someone yells, and the crowd cheers.
She turns around, arching her back and grinding her ass against the chair. "Do you like that, Santa? Do you like when I rub my pussy all over your face?"
"Fuck yes!"
"Show us your tits!"
She looks directly at me. "I'll only show you my tits if you ask nicely, Santa."
"Show me your tits," I command.
"Only if you say please," she teases, licking her lips.
"Show me your fucking tits."
"Whatever you say, Santa." She unhooks the bra, and her breasts spill out.
"Oh fuck," someone groans, and the crowd erupts.
She cups her tits, squeezing them and showing them off.
"Santa's naughty girl," someone else growls, and the crowd laughs.
"Are you naughty, Santa?" she purrs, leaning back against the chair and spreading her legs. "Because I'm very, very naughty."
"You're a fucking slut," I growl, and she bites her lip.
"Maybe. But maybe you need a slut." She winks, and the men roar their approval. "Santa needs a nice, juicy slut to fuck his brains out. What do you say, Santa?"
"Say it."
"Say what?"
"Say you're a fucking slut."
"I'm a fucking slut. I'm a fucking dirty, naughty slut." She rubs her pussy, and the crowd goes wild.
"Fuck yeah."
"Let's see it."
"Show us your cunt, you dirty girl."
She slips off the chair, landing on her knees.
The men go crazy, and she grins.
She's enjoying this.
She's loving every fucking second.
She spreads her legs, and shows the crowd her pretty pink pussy.
I've had just about enough.
"You're fucking mine, Iris." I stand, and stalk toward the stage.
"What are you doing?" Rosa hisses, grabbing my arm.
"Taking what's mine."
"Viper, this isn't a good idea."
"Get the fuck out of my way, Rosa."
"I'm telling you. It's a mistake."
"Move."
She steps aside, and I make my way to the stage.
Iris sees me, and her eyes widen as I grab her arm.
"It's time to go," I growl, dragging her off the stage.
"Viper! Stop it."
"You're done here. You're mine and no one gets to see all of you like that.."
"Where are we going?"
"Home."
"Viper, no."
"This isn't a discussion." I pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder. "I'm taking you home, and then I'm going to fuck you."
"No."
"Yes."
"I'm not ready."
"Tough shit." I carry her outside, and throw her into the passenger seat of my car.
"Viper."
"Nah," I mutter. "I'm done with your shit for the evening. Now shut up and wait."
I buckle her in, and shut the door.
I walk around the car and get into the driver's side.
"Viper. Talk to me. Why are you doing this?"
"You know why."
"I don't."
"Because I want you, Iris. Because I've always wanted you."
"I know."
"But now, you're mine. No one else should get pleasure off your body except for me."
"Viper, it's too fast."
"No, it's not."
"Yes. Yes, it is."
"Look, I'm not Lyon. I'm not going to treat you like shit. I'm not going to ignore you and disrespect you and abuse you."
"I know."
"So, there's no reason to fight this," I say, turning on the ignition so I can play music on the radio. "Does my passenger princess have a song request? It's a long drive home, and I don't want to hear a peep from her."
"What the fuck, Viper."
"No swearing," I tease.