Page 43 of The Viper's Wife

“Look at us.”

I jerk her head back, and her eyes spring open, her gaze hazy and unfocused. One breast is exposed, and her knuckles are white points as she claws at the bathroom counter for purchase.

“Nico, you’re hurting me,” she whimpers.

“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?” I ask. It’s taking every ounce of control not to plunge into her, but the satisfaction of her needy, shifting hips is plenty reward on its own. “You wanted to be my little slut.”

She catches my eye in the mirror. Still dressed in a dark suit, I radiate power, while she writhes and moans underneath me, her hair in my fist, her clothes a mess, and her lipstick smudged.

I yank on her hair. “I asked you a question.”

Her eyebrows twitch like she might cry, before she admits, “Yes. I want to be your slut, Nico.” She’s had less to drink than me, but she sounds drunk—she is, really, on this electric connection between us that she so desperately wants to deny.

“That’s a good slut.” I feed myself into her, into the perfection that is her tight, wet warmth. “I’ll give you what you need.”

She gasps as I drive into her, her eyes fluttering closed with pleasure. “Nico.”

“Look at me.”

Her eyes fly open.

I snap my hips against hers.

“Yes, Nico, right there.”

The counter lets me drive into her without remorse—and with her blissful smile and half-lidded eyes, I know she likes it as much as I do.

“Are you my pretty little slut?”

She bites her lip and moans out a “yes”.

“Do you know what sluts are good for?”

“For getting fucked.”

I almost burst. I grit my teeth and freeze, forcing myself to regain control, not to lose out on this too quickly. When I look back up at her, she’s smiling a little. I fuck into her with a loud thud and a strangled moan bursts from her mouth.

I cup my hand over her mouth, draping my body over hers. “Shh, pretty girl. We don’t want the rest of the party to know what a dirty little slut you are, do we?”

She shakes her head into my hand.

“Only I need to know. Because I’m the only one who’s going to give you what you want, isn’t that right?”

She nods her head. Her ass shakes with each snap of my hips.

I remember her look of longing downstairs, and I take a gamble.

“You want a baby, Val?”

Her eyes open wide in the mirror, and I can see I guessed correctly. She moans against my hand and gushes around me.

“I’ll give you a baby, pretty girl,” I whisper against her ear. “I’ll give my little slut every last drop. Can you beg for it? Beg for me, pretty girl.”

I drop my hand and pleading spills out of her mouth. “Nico, come in me, please.”

“You need it?”

“I need it, Nico. Please. Give me a baby. Breed me.”