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His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and copper blooms on my lips. The kiss is violent, desperate, and consuming. He claims my mouth and I open further to give him better access. I feed him my tongue, and he drowns me in him. In us.

In this impossible, insane moment.

My orgasm builds rapidly now. I claw at his shoulders, trying to anchor myself. The shelves behind me rattle dangerously as my body slams against them.

I have to do it now, before it’s too late.

I lunge for his belt, fumbling with the buckle. The metal buckle slides free. The leather hisses through the loops. His breathing quickens and he tries to catch my wrist.

But I’m faster than that.

"What are you doing?" He breaks the kiss and asks, voice rough.

"Evening the score." Smirking, I pull against his grip, and free his cock from his pants. "If I’m yours, then you’re mine. And I want to see what I’m getting."

"You’re playing a dangerous game right now," he says, but makes no move to stop me.

I know. But that’s exactly why I have to play it, right? Because if I don’t, then I lethimset all the rules. I let him dictate the terms of whatever the fuck this is.

My hand wraps around his cock, huge and hot. Its veins pulse under my fingers as I give it a squeeze and feel a drop of precum leaking out.

I want this inside me, more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

But not now.

Not yet.

Not before I take back a shred of the control he stole from me.

“You keep calling me your little viper.” I whisper as I start stroking him. “So why are you surprised when I bite?”

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ROMAN

She’s goingto be the death of me.

She pumps me with jerky, aggressive strokes. Nothing gentle, and nothing pretty. But it doesn’t matter. I’m losing control, and I haven’t done that in years. Not like this.

I never wanted to rush her. I wanted to savor every drop of pleasure I can wring out of her and leave her absolutely empty of anything except for me.

For what she knows I can give her.

I hadn’t planned on kissing her here. I hadn’t planned on stripping her in front of me like this.

But somehow my body is reacting purely on its own instincts—raw and primal—whenever I'm around her.

The kiss had been wild, and she tastes like everything good. It leaves me breathless, and I don’t care. All I want is for the final breath I take to taste exactly like her.

Her juices coat my wrist. Her tits bounce against my chest, perfect and flushed, nipples hardening to glass that makes my teeth ache to bite down on them to hear her squeal.

My little viper should hate this. She should claw and hiss and spit, but she’s not. She’s melting under me, blooming around my fingers like she was made to surrender to me.

As she should. Because I’m giving her exactly what she needs: to be dragged, kicking and screaming, into the dark.

But she’s defiant. More defiant than I ever give her credit for.

I hadn’t expected her to grabme.