Den of Vipers

by K.A. Knight

Kenzo adds another finger, making me moan loudly as I unashamedly tilt my hips to meet the thrust of his hand. “Look at my brother, see his eyes? They’re on fire, melting for you. He tries to fight it, hates that he can’t control you or his reaction to you, but look.” I follow his bidding and gaze at Ryder. I meet his eyes first, and see what Kenzo is talking about—they are melting. A fire wars with ice there as his face tightens. Running my eyes across his body, I note his chest is heaving slightly, his hands are clenched into fists on his thighs, and his trousers are…stretched across his hard cock.

He bites on my earlobe. “I bet if you reach over between Garrett’s legs, you’ll find him hard too.” Swallowing, I glance over at the big guy, who’s trying his hardest not to look at me. His face is locked in a scowl, his body tight and leaning away like he can’t bear to touch me anymore. His hands…they are balled into fists, the tattoos stretching across

I watch Kenzo pull his hand out, the one he fucked me with, showing them all my release across his fingers. His eyes meet mine as he raises them to his arrogant mouth and licks them clean. Fuck.

Glancing over at Garrett, I realise his plate is sitting in front of him untouched. I lean closer. “Aren’t you hungry?” I ask. “Not for food,” he growls, and looks down at me, his eyes dark and his lips tight with lust.

The back and front doors blow open at the same time, guns firing, and I drop. I land right on a startled man rushing towards the sound of fighting. Slipping my arm around his throat, I lick his face. “Boo,” I whisper, before snapping his neck and tossing him off the ledge.

“Fuck you,” he yells, and spits blood right in my face. I let it drip down me without a care as my lips tug into a smile. “No thanks, I have a little bird at home for that,” I reply.

God I love this bastard

Taking my time, I flip him over and crouch beside him before flicking on my lighter. I press it to his skin, strike it on, and grab his head and burn out his eyes. Now, fun fact, eyes don’t just melt, they burst.

Well, now I know

“He’s going to puke,” I observe calmly. “Nah, faint,” Garrett counters. “Both,” Kenzo interjects, and we all watch as Ryder starts on the next finger, carefully and coolly.

“Dude, it’s fine, we were just messing around.” I try to tug my arm away, but he resists. His eyes roll up to me as he leans down and kisses the irritated skin. “No one touches what’s ours. No one hurts you, love,” he murmurs,

“You called her bitch?” Ryder asks, dropping the hammer to the floor. “You dare insult our princess?”

I would kill everyone in this fucking world for her, anyone who ever dared hurt her.

I have to bite my knuckles as I stare at her to stop myself from dropping the belt and going to my knees to worship her like I ache to.

Shirt off,” I demand. She bristles at the order, and I narrow my eyes. “Do I need to take the belt to your plump little arse again, love? I will, and this time, it will end in pain instead of pleasure. When I give you an order, you do it. Shirt off, now. Let me look at what I own,” I command.

That’s what she is. A work of art. One I’m going to stare at for the rest of my life.

“What next, asshole? Want me to crawl to you as well?” she scoffs sarcastically. Hiding my grin behind my hand, I rub my chin before dropping it to my lap. “Yes, actually.”

Leaning forward, I narrow my eyes on her, warning her not to disobey me. “Crawl to me, love.”

“I hate you.” She tosses it at me like barbed wire. I just laugh, though, since she says it so often, it’s becoming an inside joke now. If she didn’t say it, I would start to get worried.

Her bravery and toughness are an act to keep people away. To stop them from gaining control over her. To prevent them from hurting her. I see it in her gaze, she hurts them, pushes them away first so that they can never hurt her.

Show me what you’re so scared of, what you don’t show anyone else, and if it kills me? So fucking what. No one will miss me.” That’s a fucking lie, I would. I would miss her so much, it sends a pang through my icy heart. To never hear her laugh again, to never see her challenge me, defy me…no. I would miss her. My brothers would. They would kill me if I hurt her.

Pleasure and pain go hand in hand for me.

I hit that spot deep inside that has her clawing at the sofa, her head thrashing as she fights me. “Come,” I order, not recognising the sound of my own gravelly voice, needing her to find her release before I can. I’m so close, too fucking close. This never happens, I always make sure they come at least three times before I do, but with Roxxane, I can’t help myself, this isn’t a chore.

I never sleep with women, never mind cuddle, but I want to. And when she drops her head onto my chest and slips into sleep with quiet, cute snores leaving her lips, I can’t help but close my eyes and drift off, pulling her closer.

Tomorrow, or I guess later today, I’ll put my careful walls back up and slip into a suit, changing back to the cruel leader of the Vipers, but here and now, with her sleeping against my chest, our legs entwined and fingers laced together…I let myself be weak. For just a moment. For her.

Oh, we should buy her some weapons.” I sigh wistfully. He looks over at me. “And when she uses them on us?” I shrug. “Probably only on Diesel, and he would love it, and, well, maybe Garrett, but he would just respawn like the devil he is.”

Roxy might not enjoy being spoiled, only because I have a feeling no one ever has, but she has no choice anymore. I’ve decided we are keeping her, and that means I get to spoil her whenever I want, and she has no option but to deal with it.

I rise to my feet, my eyes catching on Diesel, who’s sitting out of the way on the table, munching on popcorn and looking way too happy to watch the drama unfold.

Can I fall more for him? Is it possible ?

I’ll stop pushing you for a reaction, and you can stop trying to choke or kill me…okay, maybe the kill me part. Feel free to choke me any time, it’s pretty hot actually.”

I fucking love her too hahaha

“Did you two fuck and make up? I heard a lot of crashing, but thought I would leave you to it.” I laugh. “The phrase is kiss and make up, crazy pants.” He frowns, suddenly serious. “Well, that’s a boring way to make up.”

“Can I try?” He holds the knife above my head. “Are you going to use it on either me or Garrett?” Not that he seems put off by the idea, more curious. “Why? We both know you would enjoy it.” I wink before punching him in the gut. He bends over, wheezing, and I pluck the blade from his hand and turn to the cans as he laughs breathlessly. “I’m gonna marry her,” he tells Garrett, but I ignore that, taking it as just another one of his crazy ramblings. “You have to ask her, genius.” Garrett chuckles. “Nah, I’ll just put a ring on her finger one day and tell her it happened,” he declares earnestly. Rolling my eyes, I toss the knife like Rich once taught me. It hits the can and knocks it off.

Flipping it in the air, showing off, I drop it in Diesel’s hand. “Thanks, crazy.” I saunter away, their eyes still locked on me. “I think I just came,” I hear Diesel say. Garrett snorts. “You’re nasty.” “You telling me you didn’t just get hard?” Diesel asks loudly. “I ain’t talking about my cock with you,” he replies as I giggle.

Swearing, I work the blade harder. “Stupid saw, it’s so hard to find a good bone cutting one that doesn’t blunt too easily,” I tell him conversationally. “You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’ve had to replace it.” I sigh as I rip his finger off and toss it away.

“I need to sit down,” she murmurs, panting. “My face is available,” I retort, and a laugh tumbles from her swollen lips.

I carry her over to the toolbox and sit her upon it. I unpeel her curled in, injured fist, and I take a look at the cut—it’s not too deep. Leaning down, eyes on hers, I kiss it, her blood coating my mouth. I straighten and lick my lips, tasting the metallic tang of her, and she shifts, licking her own lips. Oh yes, my little bird likes me feral. Mean. A beast. Mad.

Pressing my hand harder against her soaking cunt, I roll my eyes up to meet his as he blinks and lifts his head. He meets my gaze, and his eyes widen in fear as I play with my girl. Tracing back up her body, I caress her breasts before biting her neck hard, making her scream. Laughing, I pull away. “He’s awake, Little Bird, so you will have to wait for me to play with you. Feel free to play with yourself while you wait, though, as long as you don’t come and he doesn’t see an inch of your skin.” He closes his eyes. “I didn’t see anything,” he rushes out, as I stalk around her.

Why this is so funny?

She’s fucked up, but I am too. Together, we could be something amazing, or we could explode. I want to find out. I won’t be her saviour, I’ll be her sinner.

Growling, having had enough of her playing, I grab her hands and drag them over her head until she’s stretched. “That’s not how it’s going to be, Little Bird.” “No?” she challenges with a grin flirting on her lips. “You want soft, go to the others, you come here, and you get pain. But you already know that, Little Bird. You came here to punish yourself with me, for wanting us, for giving in. I will gladly oblige.”

Keeping her hands in mine, I trap them under my arm as I quickly undo the ties on the assassin’s chains and toss his corpse into a corner. I drag her behind the pool of his spilled blood, and I chain her one hand at a time, forcing the chains down until they circle her wrists and she can barely touch the floor. I make sure to wrench her shoulders back until she gasps, the pain constant and unsparing. Keeping her on edge.

Pleasure is just another form of torture, and I am a master.

She wants this, she entered this place willingly. Now I’m going to take her, again and again, until I’m satisfied, and if she...

“I’m going to run this knife across your skin, not cutting, not yet, just dragging. Leaving delicious pink marks for my mouth to follow,” I tell her, letting the blade catch in the light and glisten.

“You can’t rush me, Little Bird. I’ve been imagining all the ways I could fuck you, hurt you, and make you bleed and scream since I saw you.”

Her moan turns into a scream as she jerks in the chains, swinging away slightly, so I grab her hip and dig my teeth in deeper before releasing her skin and kissing it better.

I slash out quickly with the knife, drawing two thin cuts across the crests of her breasts. Leaning back, I watch the blood well in the slices as she whimpers, “D, please.” Eyes locked on hers, I lick along the cuts, prodding the edges with my tongue until she grunts in pain but shivers in pleasure. “Did you know, Little Bird, an edge of pain can enhance your pleasure? Now, normal people like just a little, while others can handle a lot…I wonder how much you can tolerate?”

Running the knife up both thighs, leaving a stinging trail, I circle it around her pussy before wetting the blade with her cream. I lean back and meet those eyes, letting her watch as I lick the sharp edge clean of her juices. “Mmm, delicious.”

She’s so close, her head dangling back in bliss, her eyes closed and face slack. So close. I yank the blade free, and her eyes snap open. “What the fuck?” she screams. Chuckling again, I lick the handle of the blade clean as she watches, chest heaving. “You don’t get to come yet. You’re going to ride that edge, again and again, until it’s so painful for you that you beg to come.”

With a roar, I slam back inside her, impaling myself on the knife. It slices through my skin, and it’s a good job I know where to cut so it’s not fatal, but it hurts like a son of a bitch. The pain surges through me, meeting the flames in my stomach and balls. I take it out on her, fucking her harder, faster, the knife slicing in and out of my body as she screams. Blood drips down from the wound onto our joined bodies, making the passage even slicker. I can’t move much, I don’t want to shred my insides even though the knife is small and just going below the skin.

Blood runs freely from my wound, and I know if I leave it too long I’ll pass out. It needs to be stitched up at some point, but for now, I’ll survive. “You’re going to have to stitch me.” “What—” She moans, barely able to talk. “Once we’re done, stitch me or I might die,” I tease, but she gasps, thinking I mean it.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, Little Bird, you are mine now. I can’t decide if I want to go on a murder spree or fuck you.”

This is the closest to romanticism this man can be

“My father never bought my mum a present, not once. If he ever got us something, it was because he expected something in return, it always came with strings. Kenzo used to love Christmas, opening the presents from our mum, but my father would tally up each one in his head. You could see it hurt our mother, she was so quiet, a frail, weak woman, even if she loved us greatly. Eventually, Christmas stopped, but Kenzo used to find a way to get her a present every year. He earned his own money and would buy her something, sneaking it to her when my dad wasn’t looking. He thought it would help make her happy, it was how he showed her he loved her. Right until she died.”

Will you teach me some of your fancy fighting moves too?” I grin. “No,” he snaps, frowning. “You might use them on me.” “Or I might use them on D.” I grin, and Diesel shivers. “Please do, Little Bird,” he murmurs. “You two are messed up.” Garrett rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile on his lips. Vipers’ girl indeed.