Den of Vipers

by K.A. Knight

rolling and thrusting into my fingers, reaching for that release I can feel approaching, needing it. “That’s it, baby girl, fuck yourself for me, take your own pleasure. Let me see those fingers inside that greedy little pussy.” My pussy is still a little sore from last night, but I don’t care, the pain only adds to it, heightening the pleasure coursing through me. Whimpering, I angle the camera further down, and he groans. “Are you touching yourself?” I gasp. He groans. “Like a fucking teenager. We’re in a bloody parking garage with my guards right outside, and I’m fucking my hand, wishing it was your cunt.” I can just imagine it. “Show me,” I beg. I look at the screen, watching as he tilts it down. His suit is perfectly in place apart from his exposed cock. It’s in his hand, which is squeezing and stroking.

I will kill everyone in it and wear their skin to find her. She’s mine! “They had it coming.” I shrug, wiping the blood from my hands. “That last guy?” he scoffs, and I look over at him with a smile which he winces at. “D…” He sighs. “He only asked what he could do to help.” “I didn’t like his attitude.” I sniff, and I feel him staring at me. “We’ll get her back, D, but ya gotta hold on, okay?” “We will get her back.” I nod calmly and then look at him again, grinning. “I’m going to rip their hearts from their chests and give them to her.” “That’s…the spirit.” He sniggers.

I’m beating the shit out of him as D laughs. “Oh, they have Mars, I love Mars ice cream,” he calls, and when I look over, he’s sitting on the freezer, munching on an ice cream. Just then, when I’m not looking, the man breaks free from the back room and runs past me. “D, stop him,” I snarl. He sighs but his leg goes out, tripping the man before he goes back to eating his ice cream, his legs swinging back and forth happily like a fucking child.

I’ll die as I lived, with a beer in my hand and riding a dick.

Fuck yeah, Roxy!

I lunge my head forward, smashing mine into his. Headbutts are not fun. Headbutts hurt, kids. He stumbles back with a howl, his nose busted as pain flares through my head. “Damn, dude, you got a thick skull,” I groan, closing my eyes for a second.

Sometimes in life, you meet people worth dying for, and they are usually the same people who are also worth living for.

“Let’s go. We go in loud, don’t hold back, and remember what we are fighting for,” I snarl, as I snap the clip into place. “Oooh, I know this one! For my little bird!” Diesel grins.

Diesel takes two down, but we hear him yell before he shouts louder. “You bastard!” Oh shit. We take the rest down, but when we round the table, he’s punching the shit out of a man. “Shoot me? Bitch, you motherfucking ass dick, bitch, I’ll eat your fucking heart—” “D?” I call, and he glances up, blood dripping from his ear where the guy obviously got a shot off. “I think he’s dead,” I point out dryly.

You have four angry boyfriends to deal with.” She laughs quietly. “I can handle you four.” I nip her ear and she yelps. “Dude,” she protests. “I’m a Viper, baby, biting is our thing, and I plan on biting and licking you all over later while you fuck my brothers.”

My whole body is covered in blood, my eyes are dark and crazy, but Little Bird pushes free of Ryder’s hold and walks towards me unafraid. Pressing up on her toes, she kisses me softly. “He’s dead, come on, babe.” She plucks the bat from my hand and leans it against her shoulder as she walks past Ryder, both of us staring after her. “I love her,” I state seriously, and Ryder laughs. “You fucking better. Nobody else is putting up with your crazy ass.”

They fire at us in a hail of never-ending bullets, and Roxy flinches, curling down lower as I grin at her. “Isn’t this fun? I gotta admit, I’m hard, this is totally our foreplay for the day.” Laughing, she slaps me. “Focus, think with your other head.” “Oh, I am, he’s thinking about fucking your ass,” I mutter, as I lean around the table and throw my knife, not watching where it lands, but I hear the plunk as it embeds in its target and a gun stops firing. “Or your pussy…or mouth, honestly, I’m not fussy as long as I get to do it with blood still covering me.” “You’re crazy.” She laughs, but when she says it, she makes it sound like a good thing.

Ryder glares over at me. “Open the fucking fanny pack!” he screams. Roxy laughs. “What’s in it?” Leaning back on my knees, I unzip it and show her the grenades inside. “Do you always keep your grenades there?” she inquires, the firing still going on around us. “Not always, sometimes I keep knives or tacos in it,” I murmur as I palm one. “Tacos?” she echoes. “I get hungry when I fight.”

Little Bird…just, fuck, that was hot.” I nod, then look at Ryder. “If she wasn’t ours, I would totally stalk her, hack her cameras, watch her through the windows, the whole nine yards.” “Well, aren’t I a lucky bastard?” She huffs.

Staring at the boot at my back, I frown as it comes again, then I hear the definitive sound of muffled screaming. “Erm, is there someone tied up in the boot?” “Duh, where else do you keep them?” He laughs.

Never underestimate a woman, because those seen as weak have a lot less to lose than those with everything.

“We just gotta get downstairs, big guy, then we’re going home,” I assure him, and he looks at me and gives me a fucking heartbreaking smile. “Wherever you are is home,” he whispers. “Yeah, you’ve lost too much blood, you’ll hate yourself for that later,” I tease. “But don’t worry, I’ll remind you that you said that when you’re calling me a brat again.”

“D?” she whispers. “Yes, Little Bird?” “Tell me something, anything, to keep my mind busy,” she whispers so brokenly, I want to stab everyone. No one hurts her, no one makes her cry, not even my own brother. When Garrett survives and is better, I’m going to kick his ass.

“He loves you,” I whisper to her. “More than anything in this world. He never feared losing or dying before, not until you.”

“Fuck you doing?” she mutters, making me chuckle. “I gotta heal, darling, your body helps,” I tease. “Fucking cheese ball,” she mutters, even as she wiggles closer to me, causing me to groan. “I’m injured, not dead, don’t temp me with that fucking ass.” She laughs, and Garrett groans. “Shut the fuck up, or I’ll throw you out.” “Me?” Roxy giggles, and he growls and drags her closer, even as he moans in pain. “No, that fucking idiot. I don’t have enough blood left for a hard-on, so shut up.” We both laugh, and I snuggle closer again, just smelling my girl. I can smell hints of blood and sweat, but underneath it is all her. “Shush, injured people trying to sleep,” I mutter. They laugh, making Garrett groan. “I fucking hate being injured.” “Me too.” I sigh. “I could kiss it all better,” she offers, and we both turn rigid against her. “I love being injured,” I correct, and Garrett nods silently. “My new favourite thing. I think I’ll let D hurt me every now and again,” he mutters.

“Assholes,” she snaps, and then sighs. “Hate you.” “Hate you too,” Garrett replies. “Hate you more,” I add,

I can’t even begin to tell him how much it meant to me when he looked after me last night. He was so soft and sweet. Yes, Diesel might be crazy, he might be obsessive and blood crazed, but he’s loving. He’s kind and passionate, and when you become his, you become his for life.

“D, please,” I beg. He snarls and slams in and out of me with no rhythm. I’m helpless against him as he drags my pleasure from me. “I love you so fucking much, Little Bird, you are my everything. I would kill anyone for you. I would do anything for you. I would crawl on my fucking knees to be at your side.”

Diesel disappears for a whole day, but when he comes back, he vows never to leave my side again. And then he gives me a hand. In a box.

He's so romantic

“Where are you?” she asks, her voice sharp. “Missing me?” I tease, as I grab his head, rip it to the side, and tear off his ear. He tries to scream, the muffled sound filtering down the phone. “Ahhh.” She laughs. “Sorry, didn’t know you were working.” “I always have time for you, you know that,” I murmur, as I do the same to the other and toss the bloody appendages on the desk.

IF HE WANTED HE WOULD, GIRLS! DON'T SETTLE FOR LESS (I'm sick in the head I know hahaha)

Having the great Ryder, the lead fucking Viper on his knees looking so hungry, like he could devour me whole, is heady.

“Enough talking.” “Do you give the orders here, love?” he challenges, nipping my thigh in punishment. “Because I can easily fuck this tight little pussy, fill you with my cum, and leave you behind, needy as hell without release.” “You bastard,” I hiss. “That’s right, love, and I’m your bastard, so lay the fuck on your back and let me stare at my property for as long as I goddamn please. You will get my cock when I tell you, you get my cock,” he growls, digging his teeth into my skin.

“Diesel told me he fucked your ass with a knife, is that true?” he murmurs. I refuse to be ashamed. “Yes.” “Good, because I’m going to fuck your ass. Be a good girl, and I’ll make you come more times than you can count. Be a brat, and I’ll make it hurt, and while you’re crying, I’ll make you come, make you love the agony.” Goddamn, why is that so hot?

“Good girl, love, that’s it, relax and take my big cock.” He presses the head to my ass, and I relax as he pushes in. He’s thick and big, and I can’t help but bite my lip as he slips past my muscles. “Good girl, look how pretty you are,” he praises, as he pulls back and thrusts in, working his cock into my ass an inch at a time. When he’s buried deep, he massages my cheeks. “Such a fucking good girl, look at you.”

His hand strokes down my side, those elegant fingers tracing my ribs, and then he squeezes, squeezes the still aching, healing ribs until I scream in pain, shuddering around him. It makes him groan as he fills me with his cock. “Fuck, love, you scream so sweetly. No wonder D loves it.”

he helps me stand, both of us sweaty and trembling with aftershocks. “Christ, Roxy,” he groans, licking and kissing my cheek. “How did I get so lucky?” “Sometimes you gotta steal a few girls before you meet the right one,” I tease, voice low and husky from my screams. He chuckles breathlessly and groans when it jerks him inside me. “Love, I steal things every fucking day, I’m a goddamn mobster, but you? You’re the best thing I ever stole, and I plan on showing you that for the rest of our lives, until you get bored with us and try to kill us.” “Try?” I taunt. “Bitch, please, we both know there would be no try.” He laughs again. “Admit it, love, we stole your heart.” “Nah, you stole my pussy.” I laugh, even as I melt back against him. “Orgasms are the way to a woman’s heart though…” “Well, I better get to work,” he murmurs.

“I’m sorry, Tony, I really am. Take as much time off as you need, and we will be here for you,” she offers, without questioning the fact that she just ordered our staff around. It makes me smirk and Ryder laughs before coughing to cover it up. Tony smiles at her. “Yes, Miss Roxy, thank you. But I would rather be here protecting you.” Goddamn this man, now we can’t kill him and he knows it.

Roxy is quiet today, and these idiots don’t know how to act. Ryder offered money to the widow. Garrett offered to hurt someone. Diesel offered to kill someone. They all look flabbergasted when it didn’t work.

She’s going to be okay. Roxxane is a fighter, but she will never have to do it alone again.

as long as you get a maid or some shit. Blood will be hard to get off these floors.” “They will be fine.” He purses his lips, looking at the tile. I grab my blade, slice my hand, and let it drip onto the floor. “Clean it up and let’s see.” “Fucking hell, D!” he snaps, and looks around for something to clean the blood with.

“Nurse, I require you to heal me.” Kenzo grins against my skin as Garrett caresses over my knickers. Shit. “Me too,” Garrett murmurs. “I’ve heard the best form of treatment is with orgasms.” I huff and try to wiggle free, but they clamp their legs around me to stop me from moving away. My hussy vagina is on team sex too, basically holding up a sign saying ‘screw me.’ “Healing,” I blurt. “Rest.” But they ignore me, the stupid wankstains and their stupid, seductive penises. Peni? What’s the plural of penis? Oh, who the fuck cares.

“She’s fucking drenched, brother,” he growls, as his hand dips to my pussy and parts my lips, stroking me lovingly. “So fucking wet, but we are going to need more for you to take my big fat cock, baby.” Shit, his dirty words almost have my mouth popping off Kenzo’s cock, but he grunts and drags me back down again, using my hair to move me how he wants until I have no control.

I push back, and he smacks my ass again, not a soft love tap, no, he fucking tans my ass so hard, I cry out around Kenzo. “Behave, baby. I know that’s hard for you, but if you don’t, I’m going to fuck you and spray my cum in your pussy without letting you come again,” he growls. “Bastard,” I mumble around Kenzo’s cock, making him groan and narrow his eyes. “Don’t do that.” He grunts, his thrusts stopping as he throws his other arm over his eyes. “Fuck her, Garrett, because I’m not going to last much longer.” “You hear that, baby? Is he close? Is his cock filling your mean little mouth?” Garrett asks, as he pulls out and slams back in, forcing me to take Kenzo’s cock deeper, all the way down my throat, which makes Kenzo yell and jerk. Garrett laughs, pulling out and slamming inside, each thrust pushing me back and forth on Kenzo’s cock like he’s controlling us both. My eyes widen and water as he hits the back of my throat over and over,

when I stretch and hit something hard, I don’t even scream, I just flip over, grab the knife from under my pillow, and have it at his neck in no time. Diesel barely opens one eye, but a smile curls his lips. “Morning to you too, Little Bird,” he murmurs, before grasping me and dragging me back to his chest.

That's his love language hahha

I’ll find her, and just like she said, she will be mine. I’ll have her screaming for more, even as I carve open her skin. My favourite fucking game—her.

“Little Bird, Little Bird, how prettily you melt for me.” I laugh as I hold a candle over each breast.

“I knew you would love it, Little Bird, and look.” Using my other hand, I flick off some of the hardened wax to the pink skin underneath. “It marks you up so pretty.” “You bastard,” she spits, even she pushes into my hand holding her cunt possessively. “Little Bird, watch your mouth, or I’ll fill it and it won’t be with my cock.” She drops her head back to the table, her body shaking slightly as I trace my tongue up her belly and kiss the jewel there before pulling out my knife, letting her see. She stills, even as she shivers in desire, her eyes blown wide, her lips open on a pant. I lower the blade and use the pointed edge to flick off the hardened wax, slowly and methodically, until her chest and stomach are clear again, except for the pink marks left behind that have me reaching into my jeans and squeezing my cock.

I drag the knife down her throat and stop above her heart. “Would you fight me right now?” I ask curiously, as I dig the tip in enough to break the skin. A drop of blood forms where my blade meets her flesh. “Would you try to stop me?” “No,” she replies instantly, arching up and pressing the blade deeper as she groans. “I would let you.” “You would, wouldn’t you?” I whisper, as I lift my head and press my forehead to hers. “You would let me kill you.” “I would.” She nods, licking my lips. “I would die with a smile on my face.”

“Anything you ask for, anything, Little Bird, it’s yours. This world is yours if you want it, I will make them bow at your feet,” I murmur, as I trail lower and crawl down her body until I’m above her pussy. “I’d make them bleed for you, make them scream, make them die for you,” I vow, as I lick her pussy, groaning at the sweet taste of my girl. She’s my fucking obsession, my weakness, and my strength in the sweetest goddamn package.

Kissing her softly, I pull away after a moment. “I can’t wait to hunt you for the rest of my life.” She laughs at that, and I join her, even though I’m serious, but seeing her face light up, her lips bruised from my kisses and body filled with my marks…I have never been happier. For a boy who lost everything to a man who lived in fire and blood, Little Bird is my freedom. My second chance. My love.

finding Diesel lying on the dining room table with a weird, vacant, dreamy look on his face. “D, you okay?” Then I notice his hand is in his pants. “Dude, what the fuck? We eat there!” He blinks and carries on wanking as he meets my eyes. “I’m remembering the other night.” He sighs. “It was so good.” “This is so fucked up. Don’t stare into my eyes, that’s so weird!” I snarl, as I stride away, shaking my head and texting Ryder to buy a new dining table. No way can I eat there now. I hear him groan behind me. “I’m finished now if you wanna talk, man!” he calls after me, laughing. Crazy bastard.

“In fact, let’s not go out.” He starts towards me with a hungry expression, making me laugh and push him away. “Later,” I promise. He crowds behind me, kissing my neck. “Later, you will have your legs around my head and you’ll be screaming my name,” he vows,

“You’re the best bet I ever won, darling,” he murmurs,

trailing my hand down his chest to cover his cock and squeeze until he groans. His eyes flash dangerously. “What if I yanked up my dress and decided to ride you right here and now?” He licks his lips, those dark eyes tracing my own lips hungrily as he watches me like I’m the only one in the room. “Then I would say what are you waiting for? This city is yours, and so am I.”

“Goddamn, Roxy, how are you this fucking perfect? Even when you’re fighting me, you make it so easy to love you, to want you,” I murmur, licking along her chin to her chest as I kiss over her heart. “To need you.

I learned it’s okay to love yourself. Even the darkest parts of you. No matter the shape, size, or weirdness you came with. Embrace your scars and never be ashamed to be who you are, because there is only one of you. And if you don’t love you, how can anyone else?