Den of Vipers

by K.A. Knight

It’s been a whole two days since I got to kill someone, and I’m getting restless.

Rob should have known better, the whole city should… When you fuck with Vipers, you get fangs.

Let’s just hope she doesn’t cause too many issues, it would be a shame to kill such a beautiful woman.

It makes me wonder who they were, but it wouldn’t be the first time someone has jumped me. Nor the last, I’m betting.

That’s the way to my heart right there, food…or maybe just into my panties.

His eyes light up even more. Poor girl, when he gets his hands on her, she’ll be toast.

“Might wanna clean up, we don’t want to scare her to death…just yet.” I smirk.

“Only that Kenzo, and I quote, jacked off four times last night since seeing a picture of her.”

Definitely not the meek little good girl I was expecting, that’s for sure. Hell, she didn’t even seem scared when we told her everything. She tried to fight.

The last person Diesel became obsessed with ended up being burned to death. We want her to suffer, but not that much…not yet.

They’re going to learn that money can’t buy obedience. I’m no man’s object. They are going to regret the day they took me.

Vipers? Bitch, please, I bite too.

Rich or poor, it doesn’t matter, humans are still monsters. They hide behind pretty faces, loved ones, blood. Yet they are all the same. They all want you for something, the difference is…how far they’re willing to go to get it.

Like he isn’t affected, like his touch isn’t doing strange fucking things to me. Things I have no business feeling when I’m his prisoner.

She tastes like sweetness and life, she’s oh so fucking alive. Electricity arcs between our lips, her denial and my lust mingling with our breaths. Gripping the back of her head, I drag her closer, my hand tangling in her silky silver hair. I press my teeth to her lips until she opens enough to let me slip my tongue inside. She gasps and pushes closer, loving it even as she fights me.

He steps closer. “Unless you just want me to rip them from your body.” Erm, yes please. But also, fuck no at the same time.

My cock hardens at the memory. I wonder if she’ll fight me like that when we fuck. I hope so.

Giving up and accepting us would be the strongest thing she could ever do. We’re monsters, vipers, and to love a monster makes you one of the strongest people in the world. To let them into your heart, knowing they could destroy you, kill you…that’s the ultimate show of strength, but she will learn that one day.

Gripping the back of her head, I drag her closer. Her lips part on a gasp, her hand clutching my thigh as she falls into the kiss. Sweeping my tongue into her mouth, I let her feel my need for her. How crazy she makes me. She moans, meeting me with her own desperate desire as we lose ourselves in each other.

“I know enough. You are one of us now. I will protect you like them, you entered a den of vipers, Little Bird. You choose whether to remain as our prey or shed and become a predator. Choose wisely. Not everyone is invited inside, in fact, no one is. Live or die.”

He’s so beautiful and deadly, it almost hurts, and the anger, fuck. I want to bathe in it.

But now? Like this? With his enemies’ blood coating his body, his rage pouring from him—he’s downright terrifying…and a little bit of a turn-on. Okay, a big turn-on.

I watch with a sick satisfaction, a warmth spreading through me at what Ryder is doing. For me. It’s fucked up, but no one has ever cared before.

will damn the consequences and take what I want—her.

But she doesn’t move, doesn’t fight me...because she wants it. She wants my brand of control. She wants to surrender to me. She wants to be consumed by me, and I want that too. Good girl.

“So fucking wet, love. Tell me again how you hate us when you’re dripping for my cock.”

It was fucking amazing what we did. I came so hard, I couldn’t even see, and watching that ice melt into pure desire was addicting.

This man is capable of such destruction, such evil. Yet I want him so much. I want him to destroy me in the best way.

I guess we’re going to learn together, because now? I’m all in. I’m walking willingly back into that den of vipers and holding out my arms to be bitten. Let’s just hope it doesn’t kill me.

Replacing the impression of flames licking at my skin with her softness. The taste of smoke with her sweetness. The sound of my mum’s screams with her moan which I swallow.

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.

Leaning into her, fists on either side of her thighs, I lick her lips. “Do not tease, Little Bird, unless you want me to fuck you right here.”

I turn and lock my gaze back on Roxy as he passes out behind me. I prowl towards her, and she smiles, not the least bit afraid. Maybe I was wrong, maybe she isn’t a bird. Maybe she’s a snake. Like me.

I should be focused on the assassin, but with her here, all I can think about is bending her over that toolbox and slamming into her pussy, watching her cunt take my cock as bloodshed and torture surround us.

I’ll kill him first, then, with his blood still on my hands, I’ll rip this dress from your body and fuck you, leaving handprints across this perfect pale skin.”

She’s watching me with fear and desire warring in her eyes as I step closer. Good, she should fear me. I could burn her as easily as she could consume me.

We are just two people who found each other in this dark, brutal world. She’s fucked up, but I am too. Together, we could be something amazing, or we could explode.

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

“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.”

I don’t know why, in these Vipers’ arms, I’m not only discovering myself, but I’m finally shaking those walls I’ve had in place my entire life.

A woman can be strong and weak. Beautiful and scarred. Scared and brave. Smart and sexy. They teach me that, and I find myself standing taller with their support.

“I’m not going to make him my own personal assassin, or you guys would be fucked, I just want coffee…and food…maybe orgasms.” I shrug.

Dear fucking God, these guys are not good for my pussy. All they have to do is look at me with those mean eyes, and I melt.

We can keep her, force her to stay, and she might not even hate us for it. But she will never love us, not like we want. How can you love someone who takes away your freedom?

The crazy bastard got a tattoo of us over his heart.

Is this my life now? Falling in love with the Vipers? Lust and accepting my new life is one thing…but can I really love them?

This is amazing. I open my legs farther for him, and his hand slips higher, stopping when his thumb brushes my pussy, just staying there as he steers.

He groans my name. The way he said it, the syllables rolling from his lips while his thick cock drives into me, spearing me, sends a spike of desire through me.

They don’t know what to make of her, she holds nothing back. She’s rude, she’s loud, and she’s fucking perfect.

I can’t speak, so I just kiss her. She was trying to protect us, to fight for us in her own way, and I can’t help but love her for that. Our very own little hitter. A Viper like us.