Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

Iris

Viper's thick cock fills my mouth, stretching my lips wide.

I swirl my tongue around his throbbing shaft as I take him deeper.

He tangles his fingers in my hair, gripping tightly as he begins thrusting into my eager mouth.

“That’s it, baby.” His hips rock faster, fucking my face with relentless intensity.

I relax my throat, taking him to the hilt, my nose pressed against his pelvis.

I gag and sputter around his girth but don't relent, loving how he's using me so roughly for his pleasure.

"That's it, take my cock," he growls. "Choke on it like a good little slut."

His filthy words make me moan around his length.

I'm so turned on I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs.

Viper pulls out, a string of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his engorged tip.

I press my thighs together, desperate for him.

I slip a hand between my legs, rubbing circles around my clit.

He swats my hand away. “Did I say you can touch yourself?”

I don’t utter a word, simply shake my head.

I whimper in frustration. "Please, I need you," I beg shamelessly. "I need you inside me now."

A wicked smirk curves his lips. "On your back then, legs spread. I'm going to fuck you into oblivion."

Shaking with anticipation, I lay back on the floor and part my thighs, baring my soaked pussy to his hungry gaze.

Viper kneels between my legs, the thick head of his cock nudging insistently at my entrance.

He notches himself in my slick folds and starts to surge forward, but I place a hand on his chest.

“Condom.”

Viper snickers and impales me in one brutal thrust. “I don’t need a condom to fuck what belongs to me, little girl.”

I scream, my back arching off the floor as he fills and stretches me.

Giving me no time to adjust, he sets a hard, fast rhythm, pounding into my eager pussy.

I wrap my legs around his waist, tilting my hips to take him deeper.

The wet squelch of his cock driving into my pussy echoes obscenely through the room.

"Is this what you needed, Iris? My dick splitting you open?" he taunts, punctuating his words with a particularly vicious thrust.

"Yes, fuck yes," I moan, my nails scoring down his back.

The sweet burn of his thick length stretching my walls has me seeing stars.

He bends his head and bites at my neck as he drives deeper into me.

I know I'll have marks in the morning but I don't care.

I want him to claim me, to make me his.

Viper changes the angle, hitting that spot deep inside that has me unraveling.

I'm so close, my pussy clenching down on him like a vice. "Please, I'm going to come," I whimper.

"Do it. Come all over my cock," he growls, picking up speed.

A few more hard thrusts send me flying apart, my orgasm crashing over me in intense waves.

I thrash beneath him as ecstasy consumes me.

With a guttural groan, Viper buries himself to the hilt and stills.

I feel his cock jerk inside me as he finds his own release.

He collapses on top of me, both of us panting harshly as we come down from our highs.

We lay there tangled together, slick with sweat and my wetness.

I can feel his seed leaking out of me to pool on the floor but I'm too blissed out to care.

My body hums with satisfaction, utterly owned and thoroughly used.

After a few moments, Viper rolls off of me.

He pulls me into his arms until my head is pillowed on his chest, his fingers carding through my hair. "I've been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you," he admits.

A thrill runs through me at his words.

He desired me just as much as I craved him.

This powerful, dangerous man I should stay far away from—but I'm drawn to him like a moth to flame, consequences be damned.

"Me too," I confess. "Even though I know this is a bad idea, I can't resist you." It's the truth. He's already burrowed under my skin.

Viper tilts my chin up, his eyes boring into mine with startling intensity. "You're mine now, Iris. There's no going back."

I know I should feel trapped, constrained by his declaration.

But instead a sense of rightness settles over me.

"I'm yours," I agree.

I wake up sometime later, alone in his bed.

The sheets are tangled around my naked body and the room is dark except for the dim glow of city lights filtering through the half-opened drapes.

I stretch lazily, a satisfied smile playing on my lips as memories of our passionate lovemaking flood my mind.

I've never felt more alive.

Reality slowly seeps in though—I have to call Allegra, make sure she's okay.

God, I’ve been a bad friend.

A bad friend who hasn’t even checked in with her after her father’s forcing her to go to college.

I scramble for my discarded clothes from last night, wincing as my sore muscles protest.

After quickly dressing, I fish my phone from my bag and dial her number.

She picks up after the second ring. "Iris! Are you okay? I've been so worried! I've barely heard from you since I left."

"I'm fine, girl. I just... needed some time to think." I don't tell her about last night's events with her father—I'll break it to her in person when the time is right. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, I guess. I miss you, though." Her voice falters. “I need some girl time, stat. The stupid kind of girl time where we eat food that’s bad for us and drink too much wine.”

"God, that would be fucking amazing!”

We really are overdue for some time, just the two of us.

"Anything new with you?" Allegra ventures.

God. What a fucking question.

Does Allegra know I was in fact here last night, and that her father ravaged me like a fine dessert in his bedroom?

I have no fucking idea, but I really hope not…then again, someone on the staff could have said something.

I let out a nervous laugh, wondering if I can pull off changing the subject. "Well… I got a new job."

"Really, where?" she asks, curiosity lacing her voice.

"Satin Dreams," I state, waiting for the penny to drop.

A silence follows my announcement and then?—

"You mean the strip club slash underground brothel?" Allegra’s shocked voice echoes in my ear and I wince slightly.

"That's the one," I confirm, unable to keep a note of bravado from creeping into my tone.

"But why?" She sounds genuinely perplexed now.

I sigh, running a hand through my tousled hair. "Well... let's just say that Mysterious Ink isn't an option anymore."

I tell her about Lyon—an abbreviated version—how things were toxic, how I knew he’d forced me out of my job if I didn’t quit first.

"God, Iris. That's... that's just terrible," she stammers, clearly taken aback. "And you're okay with working at Satin Dreams?"

I let out a sharp laugh, the sound ricocheting off the walls. "Not particularly. But I need money and this job pays well. I can’t stay with you and your dad forever. I need my own place."

She's silent for a moment longer before she finally responds, "I guess... I guess if it's what you need to do then... then I'm here for you, Iris. Speaking of my father, how have things been since I left?"

My heart pounds in my chest. "It’s going okay. I avoid your dad at all costs. He’s too judgy, girl."

Allegra sighs. "I’m sorry. He’s stuck in his ways. Just work your ass off at Satin Dreams and he’ll be out of your hair in no time!'"

Relief washes over me at her words—her support is something I need right now.

"Thanks, Allegra." My voice is soft, a stark contrast to the cool demeanor I usually put on.

We chat for a little while longer before we say our goodbyes, her promising to come home soon for a long weekend before Christmas gets here.

After the call ends, I find myself staring at the ceiling, my mind in turmoil.

Everything is changing so fast, and God, it’s getting so complicated.

A harsh knock comes to the door and I jump up.

In walks Viper with an arched brow. "Shouldn’t you be at work?"

I scoot off his bed and walk toward him. "Going to get changed and head there now."

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I’ll give you a ride. Hurry up and get changed, girl. I’ll be downstairs."

I do as Viper commands and go to my bedroom, change my clothes, and meet him downstairs in the foyer.

He looks oddly focused, like something’s aggravating him and he’s thinking too much.

I clear my throat. “Earth to Viper.” I wave a hand in front of his face as we head toward his car.

His eyes meet mine for a split second. "Some shit is going on, girl. Don’t pay too much attention to my stressed mood." He opens the passenger door for me and I slide in.

He goes around to the driver’s side and gets in, turning the car on as he continues, "While I have you, I’ll give you a rundown of what you’ll be doing. You’ll be managing Desire House and the girls in it."

I arch a brow. "Desire House?"

He nods as he pulls out of the driveway and heads down the street. "Yes. It’s where all of the women who work at Satin Dreams will be residing, especially the ones who offer additional services. I want things to be more discreet…especially with the crew I’m organizing."

"And my job is to what exactly?"

Viper laughs. "To keep them in line, girl. Come on, you know what you have to do. What’s gotten into you?"

I swallow hard. "Sorry. I just…I talked to Allegra earlier and I’m worried she’ll find out about our…situation. When and if she does, I want it to come from me."

"You don’t need to worry about any of that. Just focus on work for now, and being my good little slut."

The rest of the ride to Satin Dreams is silent as I think about everything Viper said.

He acts as if it’s so simple to not worry or overthink, but I’ll do my best.

The second I shut the door, Viper’s peeling off in the opposite direction.

I’m guessing he has some pressing business matters.

Rosa approaches me the second I walk through the doors, a purposeful stride in her step. "Iris, we should talk in your office," she says, dark eyes serious.

"Wait, I have an office?" I ask, dumbfounded.

When did that happen?

I glance around the luxurious club interior as if an office door will suddenly materialize.

Rosa nods, a small smile playing at her lips. "Yes, we both do. You're the General Manager now, and I've been promoted to Assistant Manager. Didn't Viper tell you?"

I shake my head, trying to process this unexpected development. "No, he mentioned some things, but mostly about the house all the girls are moving into. He didn't get into specifics about my role here."

"Right, the house will be your main responsibility," Rosa confirms as she leads me down a hallway I've never explored before. "But you still hold top authority at the club too. You and I, we'll be partners in this. Lean on me whenever you need."

She stops in front of a glossy black door, a gold plaque engraved with "Iris Ashton, General Manager".

Holy shit.

This is real.

How did he get a plaque so damn fast?

Rosa gestures for me to do the honors.

With a trembling hand, I twist the knob, pushing the door open.

I inhale sharply.

The office is sleek and modern, all crisp white and bold artwork.

A glass desk commands the center, my name etched across the front.

I move forward in a daze, trailing my fingertips over the smooth desktop.

I have a sudden urge to pinch myself.

How is this my life now?

"Viper wanted you to have the best," Rosa says softly from the doorway. "You've earned this, Iris. You're going to be amazing."

Gratitude and anxiety war within me.

I turn to face her, leaning back against the desk for support. "I'm not sure I'm cut out for this, Rosa. It's all happening so fast. I was just a tattoo artist…and now this.”

She walks up to me, placing a warm hand on my shoulder. "You're a natural leader and Viper can see that. Anyone can see you’re the type of woman who takes charge and has no problem putting anyone in their place. Plus, you’ve got support here. Whatever you need, I’ll help you."

I exhale a shaky breath, trying to absorb her reassurances.

She's right.

I can do this.

I have to do this, for myself and for them.

"Thank you," I say, injecting as much conviction as I can muster. "I couldn't ask for a better assistant manager. Let's fucking do this."