Why does knowing that make me so wet? Make me want it? There’s a promise of something dark and dangerous in Viper, and I want a taste of it.
Just a taste.
Crushing me against the wall, Viper lifts my thighs, forcing himself between my legs. His hands clutch at me, hard, griping at the fabric of my jeans. He runs his nails up and down my pant legs, from knees to hips. Then he grabs the front of them, unbuttoning them, and trying to pull them off.
The zipper catches and sticks. Viper growls, sounding more like a beast than a man. He pulls at the fabric like he might tear right through it.
“They’re caught,” I manage to gasp. “Let me just?—”
I’m shoved even harder against the wall as he snarls in frustration.
“Next time wear a fucking skirt,” he snaps, giving up on my legs and forcing his hands up under my shirt, grabbing at my ribcage.
He relaxes a little then, breathing a sigh against me.
“So soft,” he groans. His hands grip me hard, fingernails digging into my flesh.
I whimper.
“No fucking time,” he says, moving back just enough to push his pants down from his hips. His erection springs out, and he sets it against me, the base of him flat against the seam of my pants.
“Viper—”
I mean to tell him to slow down, but I can hear the need in my voice as I moan his name. I cry out as he crashes into me, slamming me back against the brick wall. He does it again and again, fucking himself against me.
It hurts. Each thrust is a bruising blow to my core, an agonizing jolt to my back. His hands pull my shirt up, nailstearing at my skin. He bites at me, teeth clamping down on my neck, my chest, my cheek.
This isn’t sex. This is nothing I’ve ever experienced, raw and animalistic. Viper is a man possessed, completely consumed with his need to own me. To hurt me.
His hips pound against mine over and over, my legs wrapped around his middle, holding him tight against me. I lose myself in it, the pain washing over me, a thousand points of agony from his teeth, his hips, the brick digging into my back.
It’s a shock when I come. I scream, half in horror, my nails digging into his shoulders and back. I fight against him, bucking off the wall, and ithurts. Even my release hurts, each continued thrust from him forcing another crest from me, pulling it painfully out of my body almost against my will.
Viper doesn’t seem to notice what he’s done, slamming himself against me, teeth moving up my jaw, until he finds my bottom lip and clamps down on it.
There’s a sharp sudden pain as his teeth puncture my flesh. I cry out, struggling against him, fighting for room as my blood floods into his mouth.
With a single grunt, Viper tenses, my lip caught between his teeth. Even through my jeans I feel his cock pulse. Jets of hot cum hit my stomach and chest, coating me and my shirt.
He goes still, jaw opening just enough to release my lip from between his teeth.
My eyes have finally adjusted enough to see him in the dark. Bright white teeth now coated in red.
I don’t expect the laughter. It bursts out of him, his body shaking with it as he presses even harder against me, driving me back into the wall and ignoring my cry of pain.
“Look at what a mess you made!” Viper laughs. His eyes are manic, too wide and unfocused as he stares down at me, grinning wide enough to show off my blood in his mouth.
He reaches between us, rubbing his hand through the cum coating me.
Bringing his hand up to my mouth, he shoves his middle and index finger inside. I taste blood and salt, gagging on it as he pushes his fingers down against the back of my tongue.
My entire body throbs. My bleeding split lip, my bruised back, my cunt. I feel raw and broken as Viper fucks his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste him.
I moan in relief when he finally removes them. Then, almost sweetly, he lowers his face to mine and licks the blood from my chin. He laps at it like a dog, cleaning it all away.
I don’t remember crying, but there are wet streaks of tears drying on my cheeks when he finally steps back to pull his pants back into place.
He takes my face in his hands, grinning at me.
