Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

Viper

My blood boils with fury, pumping fire through my veins.

Lyon, Iris's ex, is a dead man.

No matter what his brother, Jaxon, says, he'll pay one way or another.

Jaxon stands and nods to the door. "Come with me, Viper. Let's finalize this deal."

"What about me?" Lyon demands, his face red and sweaty.

Jaxon gives his brother a withering look. "You're not involved anymore. It's my decision and I've made it."

We leave the room, and Scarlett pulls the door shut behind her, leaving the women alone.

Jaxon leads me to the club's office.

He sits behind a massive mahogany desk and I sit in front of him.

"Let's get down to business," Jaxon states, pulling out a file and sliding it toward me.

I flip through the pages.

"These are the details of the property," he explains. "You can see the revenue for the club and the net income of the previous owner. You can also see the current profit and loss statement, along with a list of employees and their contact information."

"Looks good."

"I can also draw up a lease agreement, if you'd prefer," he says. "Just to make things official. The paperwork will be signed today. No backing out now."

"Wouldn't dream of it," I reply, not taking my eyes off him.

"Good. And you're certain about the terms?"

"Absolutely. But you know, it'd be easier to have Iris and the rest of the girls under one roof."

"That can be arranged," Jaxon responds.

I smirk. "It'll make it easier to keep an eye on them, too. Especially since I've decided to keep Iris in charge of the whole operation."

"Really?" Jaxon's surprise is obvious. I nod, not willing to give any further explanation. "Interesting choice. She's fresh blood."

"I always choose the best people for the job. Fresh blood has new perspective."

"I can see that." He stands and offers his hand. We shake and I turn to leave. "Viper."

I pause and glance over my shoulder. "Yeah?"

"I'm glad you came back. The club could use a man like you."

I smirk. "Yeah, I'm sure you could."

As I turn the handle, Jaxon's voice calls out one more time. "By the way, you're welcome to keep using the club tonight."

"Thanks. We'll see what happens."

"Just don't break anything. It's expensive to replace."

"Yeah. Right." I give him a pointed look.

I know exactly what he's talking about–Iris.

I leave the office and shut the door.

Scarlett is standing near the VIP rooms.

She raises her eyebrow and I shrug.

I've got bigger things to worry about.

My first concern is making sure Iris is okay.

I find her in the locker room, hastily throwing her things into a bag.

She turns and her gaze meets mine. "Viper. I—uh?—"

She clears her throat.

"Relax, Iris. It's going to be fine. I've got everything under control."

"Everything?"

I nod.

"You bought the club," she breathes. "Does that mean?—"

"Yes. You'll no longer have to answer to Lyon. The club is mine."

"Thank God." She impulsively rushes toward me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her body against mine.

"You're welcome," I murmur, sliding my arms around her waist and holding her tight.

She tilts her head up, and our eyes meet.

A rush of emotion sweeps over me, and before I can stop myself, my lips are on hers, demanding and insistent.

I devour her, kissing her with all the pent-up frustration and desire I've been carrying for far too long.

Her tongue slides into my mouth, and our bodies are pressed together so close, not even air can pass between us.

She tastes like heaven and smells like a dream.

Our kiss is intense, a firestorm of lust and passion.

I'm fucked.

Officially, irrevocably, and completely.

The feel of her lips, her tongue, her hands all over me is nearly my undoing.

I groan as she grinds her hips against me, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to throw her down on the couch and take her right here.

Instead, I reluctantly pull away, panting heavily.

She stares at me, eyes wide, her lips swollen and red. "Viper."

"Yeah, babe?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For saving me."

"Don't thank me yet. There's still a lot to figure out."

"But we have time, right?"

"We have tonight." I look up at her, doubting my own words.

I'm not supposed to give in, not ever.

Certainly not with her.

She's too precious, too fragile.

I don't want to break her, but fuck, do I want to try.

"What's going to happen to me now?"

"Do you trust me, Iris?" She nods. "Then trust that I'll keep you safe, no matter what."

I brush a stray strand of hair from her face, my thumb lingering on her cheek. "You're coming with me. I've got a place set up for us, and we can figure out the rest in the morning."

She opens her mouth to protest, but I silence her with a finger against her lips. "This isn't up for discussion, Iris. I'm not letting you out of my sight, and you're coming with me. End of story."

She looks like she's about to argue, but thinks better of it. "Okay, Viper. Whatever you say."

I grin, and she flashes me a shy smile in return.

She's so fucking beautiful, and I'm dying to see all that beauty spread out beneath me.

My cock twitches in anticipation, and I'm painfully hard.

She must feel it, too, because her breath hitches, and her eyes widen.

"We should get out of here," I murmur, reluctantly releasing her and stepping back. "The club's ours until closing, and then we'll head to my place. Sound good?"

"Yeah, okay."

"I'll go wait for you outside." She nods, and I leave her alone, not wanting to risk being tempted by her again.

As I head for the front door, I catch Rosa’s eye. "Well, well, well. Looks like you two are getting cozy."

"Don't start," I growl.

"I'm just saying, if you break her heart, you'll have to answer to me. And believe me, you don't want that."

"Iris is mine, Rosa. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe. Even if it means keeping her at arm's length."

"Is that what you really want? To keep her at arm's length?"

"That's the plan."

She laughs. "And how's that working out for you, boss man?"

"Not so great," I admit, running a hand through my hair. "But I have to do what's best for her. For both of us."

"You're a fucking idiot."

"Excuse me?"

"She wants you. It's obvious."

"No." I shake my head, rejecting the idea.

"Yes, Viper. Trust me, I'm a woman. I know what I'm talking about. Now, stop being such a stubborn ass and claim her. Because if you don't, someone else will."

I narrow my eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?"

She nods her head to a man approaching. Lyon.

"Shit."

"Yeah. So, you'd better do something about that."

"Stay with her."

"Of course." Lyon is on a collision course for me, and I meet him halfway.

"You bought my fucking club!"

"Oh, you seem to have forgotten, the club was never yours. It's mine, Lyon. What are you going to do about it?"

"You can't do that. The Crimson Reapers are in charge here. You can't just buy the place out from under us."

"Watch me," I sneer, shoving him back. He stumbles, but quickly regains his balance.

"You're not going to get away with this, Viper. Not here. This is my territory."

"Your territory?" I scoff. "It's about to be my fucking territory."

"Over my dead body," Lyon growls, and launches himself at me.

I easily side-step his attack and send him crashing into the bar.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Yeah, it is." Lyon pushes himself to his feet, glaring at me. "I'm challenging you, Viper. Man-to-man. Whoever wins gets the club."

"You're not in any position to challenge me, Lyon."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Because you're outnumbered."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You're outnumbered by your own people."

"My own people?"

"Your own men. You're the president, Lyon. That should mean something, shouldn't it?"

"It does."

"Look around you." He does.

Every pair of eyes in here is trained on me, every man waiting for my instruction to pull out a weapon and start firing. "You're surrounded by men loyal to the Crimson Reapers. But you're not in the Crimson Reapers. Not anymore."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Jaxon is no longer your brother in arms. He might be your blood, but you're nothing more than a pawn to him. He's using you."

"Using me? For what?"

"For his own gain."

"That's bullshit. I'm the king of the Crimson Reapers."

"No, that would require you to be the President of the club. In case you've forgotten Jaxon has that title.." I gesture to the crowd. "These men are the Crimson Reapers. Not you. They'll do anything I tell them, not you. They respect me. They trust me. Not you."

"Fuck you, Viper."

"You're not man enough."

"What?"

"I said, you're not man enough."

"Why not?

"You beat your women. You treat them like trash. You don't deserve respect, and you sure as hell don't deserve Iris."

"Iris is mine," he spits, clenching his fists.

"No. She's not. She never was."

"She's not yours either."

"I know that. But that doesn't matter. I've claimed her. I've made my intentions known. You never did. You let her slip through your fingers. And now, she's mine." I shove him out of the club, and applause breaks out from the men gathered there.

"You'll never be half the man I am, Viper. Mark my words."

"Goodbye, Lyon."

"I'm not done with you," he says, but I shut the door in his face.

I groan, rubbing my forehead.

"Viper, are you okay?" I look up to see Iris and Rosa staring at me.

"Fine, thanks. Let's get out of here."

"Right." Iris glances at Rosa. "Are you coming with us?"

"No, I've got to stay here. Keep the peace with these new changes, you know."

"Okay. Well, see you tomorrow, I guess."

"Yep." Iris and I leave the club, and get into my car.

"You have a place where we can go?" she asks.

"Yeah."

"Okay. Let's go." As we drive away, the club disappears in the distance.

The city lights are dimmed, and the streets are dark.

"Where are we going, Viper?"

"To my place."

"Oh."

"Don't worry. I'm not going to make another move on you."

"What if I wanted you to?"

"Iris—"

"Never mind," she mumbles.

I don't reply.

I focus on the road and try not to think about the tempting woman next to me.

The woman I want to claim.

The woman who's mine, even if she doesn't know it yet.

I take the turn off the main road, and we wind down the familiar back roads.

"Viper."

"Hmm?"

"What happened back there?"

"With Lyon? Don't worry about it."

Her tone drops an octane. "I'm worried. I don't want you to get hurt. He's dangerous."

It's cute she's worried about me, even if she doesn't have to be. "He's not going to hurt me, Iris."

"He's crazy."

"Maybe."

"Why did you buy the club?"

I don't have to answer her, but I do. "Because it's my territory now."

"So, why do you want a strip club? How does having a strip club help you?"

"It doesn't.. I just want the area. Truth of the matter is, it didn't matter what fucking business was here, I was going to buy it."

"But why ?"

Damn, the woman doesn't give up, does she?" I'm building a new crew, and we're going to take over the whole damn city."

"Viper, that's crazy… you got out not long ago. Are you sure you want to open the same can of worms again?"

"It's the hard truth, Iris. You don't have to be part of it, though." I glance at her as I drive. "If you don't want to."

Her hand slides on my thigh and I suck in a sharp breath. "I'm already part of it."

"Fuck." I hiss.

"Do you want me to move my hand?"

"No." I cover her hand with mine, and press it harder into my thigh.

She smiles.

Iris bites her lip, and her fingers tighten.

I groan, trying to focus on the road and not on her hand inching its way up my thigh.

"Viper, what's the matter?"

"You're teasing me."

"So? I thought you liked it."

"I do." I grit my teeth as her hand gets dangerously close to my erection.

"How much longer until we get there?"

"A few more minutes."

"Okay." Her palm wraps around my cock, and she squeezes gently.

"Fuck."

"Can I touch you?"

"Yeah. Yeah, you can touch me."

She starts stroking my cock through my pants, and I nearly lose control.

"Jesus, Iris."

"Is this okay?"

"Fuck, yes."

"Good. Because I want to touch you. I want to make you feel good."

"Keep doing what you're doing."

"Like this?"

"Yeah. Just like that." She rubs me, squeezing and stroking.

I swerve, nearly hitting a curb.

"Maybe we should wait until we get there," she suggests, pulling her hand away.

"No. Put it back."

"Viper."

"Do as I say, Iris."

She slides her hand back on my leg, and I continue driving.

"I'm not going to touch you. Not yet."

"Please, Viper. I need to touch you."

"Didn't say you couldn't." I smirk, keeping my eyes on the road.

"But—"

"Keep stroking, baby. Make me feel nice." She hesitates for a moment, but then she's back on my cock, stroking and squeezing. "Good girl. That's it."

"Oh God."

"Feels good, doesn't it? Having your hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me like that."

Iris meets her eyes with mine once more. "Yeah."

"That's how it'll be when I'm inside you. Fucking you, filling you, stretching you. You'll beg for more. And I'll give it to you. Every inch."

"Fuck. Oh fuck."

"Don't stop, Iris. Keep going." I pull into the last crossroads before the house. Two minutes left. "Actually, take your hands off."

Iris begs me. "Viper, please."

"Off, Iris. Now."

She pulls her hands away.

"We're almost there. You're doing good. So fucking good. Almost done."

"Good," she says. "Because I need you."

I make the last turn, and the house comes into view.

"Take your panties off. Throw them out the window."

"What? Are you serious?"

"I'm dead fucking serious. Take them off."

"Fine. Fuck." She wiggles her hips, and I watch her from the corner of my eye.

She lifts her dress up and shimmies out of her panties.

They're soaked.

"Good girl. Now throw them out the window."

"Viper, we're in a residential neighborhood."

"You're mine, Iris. No one will question it."

"Oh fuck," she breathes.

"Throw the panties out."

She opens the window and tosses her panties into the bushes. "Fine."

"Good girl. We're almost there. Stay nice and wet for me."

"Viper, I'm so close."

"Hold on, baby. Almost there."

"I can't."

"You have to."

"Please."

"One minute, Iris. Then you can come all over my cock." I drive into the driveway and slam the car into park.

"Now. Come now." I lift her onto my lap, and she straddles me. Her legs spread, and she presses her dripping pussy against my throbbing cock.

"Fuck."

"Oh god. Yes."

"Come for me, Iris. Show me how much you want me." She rocks her hips against mine, her clit rubbing against my shaft. I can feel her soaking wetness through my jeans.

"Shit. Fuck, I'm coming," she gasps.

"Don't you goddamn dare. You wait for me."

"Please."

"Hold on." I grip her hips, holding her still. "Don't come yet."

"I can't help it," she moans.

"Don't come."

"Please. Please. Please."

"You're mine, Iris. My property. My plaything."

"Yes. Yes."

"My slut. My whore."

"Oh fuck."

"Mine. All fucking mine."

"Please, Viper. Let me come."

"Fuck no." I hitch her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I walk toward the house.

"Viper. Please."

"Not yet."

"I'm coming. Please."

"Not until I'm inside you."

"Fuck. Viper. Viper."

"Open the door," I demand, pressing her body against the cool wood.

She reaches behind her, fumbling with the handle.

The door opens and we tumble into the living room.

I carry her to the couch, dropping her down.

"Take off your dress."

"Please, Viper."

"Fucking strip. Now." She reaches behind her, undoing the zipper.

The dress slides off, revealing her perfect tits. "Bra. Off. Now."

She does as she's told, and her tits bounce free.

I unzip my jeans and pull out my cock. "See how hard you've made me? See how fucking big and thick and hard you've made my cock?"

"Please, Viper. Let me come."

"Not yet."

"I can't take it."

"Yes, you can."

"No. I'm gonna come."

"Hold on, baby. Hold on." I wrap my hand around my cock, and slowly stroke myself. "Look at that, baby. Look at how big and hard you've made my cock."

"Please."

"Tell me how much you want me." I come closer, pointing for her to kneel.

"I want you."

"What do you want?"

"Your cock. I want your cock."

"How badly?"

" So bad. Please. I'll do anything. Just let me come."

"Anything?"

"Anything. Please."

"Suck my cock."

"What?"

"Get on your knees. Open your mouth. Suck my cock." She slides to her knees, and stares at my massive, hard dick. "Do you like it, Iris?"

"Yes."

"Do you want it?"

"Yes."

"Good." She wraps her hand around my cock, and begins stroking. "I'm not going to tell you again. Open your mouth and suck my fucking cock."