Her fingers were burning into my wrists before I could move away from her, my reaction not fast enough to escape the fate I’d sealed for myself.
She pinned my arms to the bar with one hand. Her free hand was on my throat in seconds, clasping down on my esophagus as I tried to catch up.
But all I could hear was the dripping whiskey on the mirror behind me, blinking rapidly as I watched Dom’s face.
Her voice was nothing more than a growl of anger and fury as she spoke, “You fucking brat. Not enough that I did it for you, is it?”
I guess the dress code is accurate.
Opening my mouth, I was ready to push her further but she knew me too well. And she knew that I needed this, to be put in my place when I was ready to throw a fit. Her grip tightened around my throat as the air started to cut off from my brain.
“I sold my soul to the devil to protect yours, Viper.”
My heart raced in my chest as I started to wonder if I’d ever feel air in my tightening lungs ever again.
Dom brought her face closer to mine, her eyes flicking across my face.
I could see her tempted to kiss me. And I couldn’t deny the pounding between my legs, matching my heart as my body begged for her.
I stopped fighting it and used what little movement I had to press my lips into Dom’s. All of my anger and anxiety took over, shoving my tongue into Dom’s mouth as her grip tightened around my wrists.
More bruises for me.
Spencer and Leo would ask, I already knew that.
But god, did Dom’s mouth feel perfect pulling the breath right out of my lungs.
I needed air. Or I’d let this hot piece of shit kill me.
She’s a fucking monster.
A moment of clarity allowed me to pull my head away just enough to wind up. I sent my skull flying into hers, our foreheads meeting with the deep force of a brutal headbutt.
Dom didn’t lose her grip on my arms, but her hand released my throat as she hollered. “FUCK, you motherfucker!”
Her hand darted to her forehead, checking her fingers for blood as she became more incensed by my behavior.
Through gritted teeth, enough force that I thought she might break her own jaw, Dom shook her head. “Fine, Viper. You wanna bite? I’ll rip your fucking fangs out.”
I’d pried her violence right open. Using the force of those muscles, Dom spun me around and pressed my chest into the bar. Her grip on my hands hadn’t released, now she just held my palms into the wood counter.
My eyes caught on the shimmer of a gold ring. On her left middle finger, I hadn’t seen the jewelry before. It must have been connected to the Station code somehow.
With my chest down, I had no choice but to push my ass out and into her crotch. The same hard, long, thick strap between her legs that I’d felt at The Hollow.
“You wanna fuck around, it’s time you found out.” Dom leaned over my body, pressing her body into mine as she reached between my legs.
I knew I could’ve protested, could’ve shouted and the bartender would have come back into the car. Even if I told Dom no, and really meant it, she would’ve left me here and disappeared into the night.
But I wanted her, despite myself.
“Fuck you, Dom.” I hissed back at her as she pried my thighs apart and lifted my dress with one hand. I squirmed under her touch, afraid of what that snake between her legs might do tome. After what she was capable of at my initiation, I knew I’d woken a real beast.
Time for my punishment.
Her rough hand reached for the seamless purple thong that was hiding under my red dress. Dom pulled my underwear down my thigh, reaching for her trouser’s clasp and pulling out her strap.
As soon as she released it, I felt the thick head tap along my slick pussy. My dancing with my two angels in the Station had me primed already. Something I was sure Dom was going to say was her doing.
