Page 77 of Vipers and Vendettas

I wake to Iron’s head between my legs again and try to sit up with a cry, but he pulls my thighs forward, so I flop back down onto my back, and then he does something with his tongue that makes my toes curl and rips a small moan from my throat.

He hums on my clit, and my hips roll as I grip the sheets, and he pushes my legs wider.

‘I wondered how long it would take you to wake up once I started,’ he says as he moves up my body.

I can’t contain my shock. ‘How longwere you… before I woke?’

‘At least a few minutes,’ he grins darkly, ‘but you made some delicious noises in your sleep before you did.’

He settles between my thighs. ‘Next time, I think I’ll see how hard I can fuck you without you waking.’

I don’t really know what to say to that, but the scene makes my legs widen, and he looks equal parts amused and turned on.

‘Into a little somnophelia, are you, baby?’ he purrs.

‘I … I don’t know.’

‘I’m going to fuck you while you sleep, Jules,’ he growls in my ear and chuckles at the sound of my gasp.

‘I knew it,’ he whispers. ‘Such a naughty girl.’

He looks up at the ceiling and lets out a groan. ‘I can’t wait to start corrupting that innocent little mind.’

I snort. ‘You definitely already have,’ I say quietly, my cheeks heating.

‘Good.’

He wraps my legs around him and picks me up from the bed. He puts me down with my back to the wall and lifts one of my legs up high. His eyes don’t leave my face, gauging my reaction as he uses his hard tip to tease me, playing with my entrance and rubbing it over my clit until I’m clutching him and practically begging him to fuck me.

‘Close your eyes,’ he orders, letting go of my leg.

I give him a suspicious look but do as he says.

‘Imagine you’re leaving a bar late at night,’ he says in my ear. ‘You’re wearing a skimpy dress, and you’ve had a little too much to drink. You’re walking home. The street is deserted, and you go past an alleyway. Someone grabs you and drags you into the dark. You’re scared. Your scream is silenced by a large hand as you’re pushed into the brick wall of the nearest building.’

Iron pushes me into the wall gently, and his hand covers my mouth. ‘He rips off your top and plays with your tits.’

I let out a mewl behind Iron’s fingers as his other hand grabs my breast and pinches the nipple between his fingers.

‘He tells you he’s been watching you all night, how hot you are, how he’s been aching to fuck you. He says he can’t help himself.’

My breathing is coming in short gasps as Iron’s dark words.

‘He pulls your dress up and rips off your thong, putting it in his pocket and telling you he’s keeping it.’

Iron’s fingers brush down my thigh and under my knee.

‘You’re scared,’ he rasps, ‘but so wet, and you’re afraid he’s going to know as soon as he feels how soaked you are as he raises your leg and opens you.’

Iron acts out the words and slams into me.

I come on the spot with a scream, my leg buckling, but he holds me up, fucking me hard against the wall, his arm holding my knee high, keeping me open to him.

‘So wet,’ he pants. ‘I fucking knew you would be. I can’t wait to do this for real. I’m going to wait in the shadows, and I’m going to take this pussy in a dark alley, baby. Maybe I’ll demon-up. Maybe I’ll let Maddox watch me fuck you dirty, so he can pretend to play the hero, huh? Take you home, tie you to his bed, and fuck you raw too?’

Somehow, his words have me crying out, coming just as hard for a second time around his cock, and he growls as he thrusts harder, releasing my mouth to grip my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just holds me in place as he uses my body roughly until he finally drives into me one final time, and I feel him shudder.

His hand around my neck tightens for a second as he grunts.