Page 30 of Knot So Sweet (Leather and Lace #1)

Chapter 29

Candi

V ictor.

He told me his name. To say I was shocked was an understatement. I hadn’t expected him to share anything so personal with me, and yet here we were, teetering on the edge of something monumental. And I found myself wanting to give him a little trust back.

"Do you want to please me, sweetheart?" he asked softly against my lips, his voice a seductive purr.

I shivered.

The heat coursing through me was undeniable. My body responded instinctively, slick dripping down my thighs. Every part of me was awake, alive, and begging for his touch.

My heat was in full force now.

"Yes, alpha." The moment I uttered those words, a floodgate of desire opened inside me, leaving me teetering on the precipice of something I could barely comprehend.

"Good girl," he murmured, the praise curling around my senses and pushing me further into a haze of lust.

His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve as if memorizing me, and with each caress, the world outside faded away. There was only us—the heat between our bodies, the charged air thick with unspoken words and raw emotion. I was drowning in his presence, and for the first time, it felt right.

"Victor," I whispered again, testing his name on my lips. There was a vulnerability in knowing his real name.

He grinned, the wicked glint in his eyes making my pulse race. "Get on your knees, Candice."

My knees buckled, knocking against each other as I struggled to stay standing. My body craved to obey him, every instinct urging me to submit to his command, and the thought of tasting him made my mouth water.

I couldn't come up with a reason to say no this time.

With a shaky breath, I sank down onto my knees, the cool kitchen floor contrasting sharply against the heat radiating from my body. I could feel Viper’s eyes on me, drinking in the sight of my submission, and even though I knew his name, he was still Viper to me—a snake waiting to strike.

"That’s my good, sweet girl," his voice rumbled. Another rush of slickness pooled between my thighs. I was quickly becoming addicted to his praise.

My cheeks flushed with heat.

Surrendering to him was terrifying.

I never imagined myself here, at his feet like this. It was intoxicating—this mix of vulnerability and power. My heart raced, a wild rhythm. Every fiber of my being was aware of the shift between us. The dynamic had evolved to him controlling me… and I found I liked it.

FUCK.

"Look at you. So beautiful, so willing. You have no idea what you do to me."

He gripped my chin and coaxed my gaze to travel up his body. I swallowed hard as I looked up at him, my breath hitching as I took in his form towering above me. His body was a work of art, muscles coiled tight beneath his skin, exuding power and dominance.

"Do you trust me, Candi?" Viper’s voice dropped to a gravelly whisper, rough like sandpaper, yet laced with an undercurrent of tenderness that made my pulse skip a beat.

His question hung in the air, heavy and intimate, like a challenge and a promise all at once.

"Yes," I breathed, the word spilling out before I could second-guess it. My lips trembled around the single syllable, but there was no hesitation. The truth of it was overwhelming—I wanted this.

I wanted him.

The thrill of submission, the heat of his dominance, the way he made me feel alive, desired, and so utterly consumed in every sense of the word.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress against my skin. The praise washed over me, warm and intoxicating, as if he could soothe away every doubt with just those two words.

It wasn’t just the sound of them that made my heart race—it was the way he said it, like I belonged to him. Like he had the power to unravel me, piece by fucking piece, and I’d let him. Gladly.

Viper unbuttoned his cut and slid it off, the leather whispering against his skin as he tossed it over the back of the chair. He didn’t rush. Every move was deliberate, calculated, and it set my nerves on fire. His eyes were locked on me, dark and hungry, a promise of what was to come.

"Now, let’s see just how far you’re willing to go for me. His lips curved into a wicked smile that sent a shiver racing down my spine.

"Crawl over here, baby," he purred, patting his thigh as he man-spread in the chair, looking like a demon waiting for his servants to bow at his feet.

My heart hammered harder, my core tightening at the sound of his voice. The command in his tone left no room for defiance, only submission. And God, how I wanted to obey.

I whimpered, feeling the heat pool between my thighs, and did as he said. His midnight eyes burned into me, raking over my form with the kind of hunger only an alpha could possess.

When I reached him, his crotch was at eye level, and I could see the hard ridge of his erection pressing against his jeans. He was hard for me. Knowing he wanted me made me feel powerful.

My mouth watered at the thought of tasting him, the urge to bury my face against his zipper nearly overwhelming. I glanced up, meeting his gaze, my breath catching at the intensity I saw there.

"That's it, baby." He patted his thigh again, a low growl vibrating in his chest. "Rest your head in my lap."

I obeyed, laying my head on his thigh, my cheek brushing against the rough fabric of his jeans. His fingers, thick and rough, slid into my hair, and he began massaging my scalp, his touch both gentle and possessive. The contrast made me shiver. As he began to pet me, his purr deepened, a vibration that settled deep in my bones.

"That's it, my sweet girl. Let your alpha take care of you."

Slowly, my body relaxed, though the ache inside me only grew sharper, more desperate. I'd never experienced this level of care before, and my eyes pricked with tears. I didn't understand why I was emotional.

Relief maybe?

Viper's fingers settled onto the back of my neck. "Look at me, Candice."

I lifted my head, my heart hammering in my chest as I found him holding a fork, a small bite of steak dangling from it. Confusion flickered through me—he wasn’t going to let me touch him? He wasn’t going to unzip his jeans and let me taste him? Instead, he was… feeding me?

"Eat." The word was an alpha bark, and my core thrilled at the demand. There was something deeply erotic about the way he said it, like this act of feeding me was as intimate as anything else we could do.

Slowly, I opened my mouth, accepting the bite, my lips brushing the tines of the fork as I took it in.

The steak was warm and savory, the juices flooding my senses, but it was the way he was watching me that made my insides twist with need. He wasn’t just feeding me—he was claiming me, one bite at a time.

But I still didn't understand why he wasn't just bending me over this table and fucking me?

"Don’t look so confused." Viper smirked, lifting a piece of bread to my lips. "I told you I wanted to see you eat." His gaze softened for just a second, an almost tender glint in his dark eyes that morphed into a smolder.

"You thought I was going to ask you suck me off, didn’t you?" His voice a husky whisper, laced with amusement.

I nodded.

"Trust me, I would love to see my cock stained with your lipstick, sweetheart," he chuckled. "But my instincts tell me you're starving and I have to make sure your needs are met first. Painting those pretty lips with my cum can happen later."

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I swallowed, my mouth going dry. His words were filthy, but it was the teasing note in his voice that made my chest tighten. He was playing with me— toying with me—and somehow, that was even more thrilling.

The bread was soft and warm, and I moaned at the taste, the sound escaping me before I could stop it. His eyes darkened at my reaction, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip as he offered me another bite of steak. "Is it good?"

I nodded, unable to find my voice. The spark of eagerness that surged through me as he fed me bite after bite made me crave not just the food, but him—all of him. Every piece, every part, every look. I needed it all.

After a few more bites, he lifted a glass of water to my lips. "Drink," he said softly, like he was taking care of me, not just commanding me. It was a foreign concept to me.

This time, I did so without hesitation, but a few drops spilled out the side, trickling down my chin. Before I could react, Viper’s fingers tightened around my collar, tugging me closer.

I gasped, a sharp whimper of surprise escaping me. My breath caught as his hot tongue flicked out, licking the droplet away. He trailed his tongue up my skin, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered into my ear.

"Seeing you at my feet is so damn beautiful, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and thick with want.

His grip on my collar was like fire, igniting a blaze through my body that burned deeper with each passing second. Every pull brought me closer, our breaths mingling in the scant space between us. My skin tingled. My pulse racing.

His lips brushed mine, teasingly close, but denying me the satisfaction of a kiss.

"But right now all I want is to bend you over this fucking table and make you scream my name."

His hand tugged on my collar again, and a rush of heat pooled in my core. My breath hitched, body trembling at the promise in his voice. He licks the corner of my mouth and when I turn to capture his lips, he leans just out of reach. I whimper in protest.

"Would you like that, sweetheart? You wanna be a good girl and let me take what’s mine?"

Damn him.

His words were a dark melody, one that stripped away any resistance I had left. My body betrayed me, a soft, needy moan escaping my lips. I could barely breathe, the ache between my thighs intensifying as his thumb stroked the side of my neck with maddening tenderness. His fingers gripped the front of my collar, controlling me effortlessly.

It was so fucking sexy.

I was completely at his mercy, and yet every part of me wanted more.

The slick between my legs made one thing clear—I wanted to be his good girl.