Vipers and Virtuosos (Monsters & Muses, #2)

by Sav R. Miller

My mother used to say beautiful things were wrought from the most unimaginable pain.

“The fun,” Aiden says, letting his gaze drop to my mouth, then lower and back up, “is that I know what to call you when I collect my dues.” My eyebrows scrunch together, and his jump. “You weren’t for sale to him, angel, because I already paid for you.”

“Yes, just like that, angel. You’re fucking magnificent, coming for me like this. Such a good girl for your stranger.”

I groan, trading my mouth for my finger, and vice versa. “That’s it, pretty girl. Soak my fucking tongue.”

“That’s it, pretty girl. I knew you could do it. Knew you’d look so good coming on my cock.”

“Take it,” he mutters, and I can’t tell who exactly he’s chanting to. “Take my cock, pretty girl. Fits you perfectly.”

“And you, Riley fucking Kelly, are beautiful in a way that’d make the constellations weep.”

“The only thing wrong with me is that I’m not currently suffocating with your thighs wrapped around my head.”

“When I said I wanted to see all of you, I meant all of you. Now, be quiet and let me enjoy my meal, or I’ll find something to gag you with.”

skin. “Goddamn, you’re such a good girl, taking me at both ends. You look fucking perfect getting stuffed full like this.”

“I know, pretty girl. Fuck, I know. Feels so goddamn good to be fucked, doesn’t it? To be owned?” I’m losing it, losing the last vestiges of my sanity as they break off and evaporate into her soul. “Take it, Riley. Own me. Claim me right back, and make me blow inside this sweet, filthy cunt.”