Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

Viper

Lyon Reynolds is a fool.

He never appreciated Iris the way he should have.

And now, he's lost her forever.

He's just going to have to live with that.

He's lost everything.

His crew.

His club.

His respect.

And now, his woman.

Iris is mine.

I'm done waiting.

I'm done holding back.

I claimed her, left my seed inside of her.

I'm not going to stop until she knows, until she feels how much I want her.

I'm not going to stop until she's writhing beneath me, begging me for more, begging me to take her again and again.

Because that's what she is.

A toy.

My perfect little toy.

And I'm not going to stop playing with her until I'm good and fucking ready, and she breaks.

She's mine.

She's always been mine.

And I'm going to make her remember it.

Tonight, I'll watch her dance in a Christmas performance trial for the club, and after, I'll ravage her.

The lights dim, and the crowd settles down.

Then she comes out, strutting onto the stage like she owns it.

She's wearing a sexy Mrs. Claus costume, and her ass is barely covered by the little skirt.

"Hello, Santa," she purrs, looking right at me. "You've been a very, very good boy this year."

The men cheer, and she flashes a sexy smile.

"And now, for your present, I'm going to show you how much I've been wanting to sit on your lap." She straddles a chair and grinds her hips. "Does that feel good, Santa? Does it feel good when I rub my pussy all over you?"

"Fuck yeah," someone yells, and the crowd cheers.

She turns around, arching her back and grinding her ass against the chair. "Do you like that, Santa? Do you like when I rub my pussy all over your face?"

"Fuck yes!"

"Show us your tits!"

She looks directly at me. "I'll only show you my tits if you ask nicely, Santa."

"Show me your tits," I command.

"Only if you say please," she teases, licking her lips.

"Show me your fucking tits."

"Whatever you say, Santa." She unhooks the bra, and her breasts spill out.

"Oh fuck," someone groans, and the crowd erupts.

She cups her tits, squeezing them and showing them off.

"Santa's naughty girl," someone else growls, and the crowd laughs.

"Are you naughty, Santa?" she purrs, leaning back against the chair and spreading her legs. "Because I'm very, very naughty."

"You're a fucking slut," I growl, and she bites her lip.

"Maybe. But maybe you need a slut." She winks, and the men roar their approval. "Santa needs a nice, juicy slut to fuck his brains out. What do you say, Santa?"

"Say it."

"Say what?"

"Say you're a fucking slut."

"I'm a fucking slut. I'm a fucking dirty, naughty slut." She rubs her pussy, and the crowd goes wild.

"Fuck yeah."

"Let's see it."

"Show us your cunt, you dirty girl."

She slips off the chair, landing on her knees.

The men go crazy, and she grins.

She's enjoying this.

She's loving every fucking second.

She spreads her legs, and shows the crowd her pretty pink pussy.

I've had just about enough.

"You're fucking mine, Iris." I stand, and stalk toward the stage.

"What are you doing?" Rosa hisses, grabbing my arm.

"Taking what's mine."

"Viper, this isn't a good idea."

"Get the fuck out of my way, Rosa."

"I'm telling you. It's a mistake."

"Move."

She steps aside, and I make my way to the stage.

Iris sees me, and her eyes widen as I grab her arm.

"It's time to go," I growl, dragging her off the stage.

"Viper! Stop it."

"You're done here. You're mine and no one gets to see all of you like that.."

"Where are we going?"

"Home."

"Viper, no."

"This isn't a discussion." I pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder. "I'm taking you home, and then I'm going to fuck you."

"No."

"Yes."

"I'm not ready."

"Tough shit." I carry her outside, and throw her into the passenger seat of my car.

"Viper."

"Nah," I mutter. "I'm done with your shit for the evening. Now shut up and wait."

I buckle her in, and shut the door.

I walk around the car and get into the driver's side.

"Viper. Talk to me. Why are you doing this?"

"You know why."

"I don't."

"Because I want you, Iris. Because I've always wanted you."

"I know."

"But now, you're mine. No one else should get pleasure off your body except for me."

"Viper, it's too fast."

"No, it's not."

"Yes. Yes, it is."

"Look, I'm not Lyon. I'm not going to treat you like shit. I'm not going to ignore you and disrespect you and abuse you."

"I know."

"So, there's no reason to fight this," I say, turning on the ignition so I can play music on the radio. "Does my passenger princess have a song request? It's a long drive home, and I don't want to hear a peep from her."

"What the fuck, Viper."

"No swearing," I tease.

"I can't do this."

"Sure, you can. It's easy."

"No."

"Yes."

"I'll leave. I'll jump out of the car."

"You wouldn't do that. You're too afraid."

"Fuck you."

"That's more like it. Keep swearing at me, baby. You're getting me hot and bothered."

"I'll scream."

"I hope so. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be screaming for mercy."

"Fine." She settles into her seat, rolling her eyes. "Play whatever you want. I don't care."

"Great." I turn on the radio, and a Christmas song starts playing.

"Really?"

"What's the matter, Iris? You don't like Christmas?"

"Not really. I've never really had a good one."

"What about that first year, before you ran away? The year you met Lyon?"

"No, it wasn't good."

"Why not?"

"We didn't celebrate. We didn't even decorate. The whole house was a mess, and everyone was angry all the time."

"You've never had a good Christmas, have you?"

"No. Not really."

"Well, then. We're going to change that," I mutter as I press a kiss against her forehead. "Wait for me here. I'll be back soon."

I climb out of the car and walk inside.

Rosa is behind the bar, and she eyes me as I enter. "You're an asshole, you know that?"

"What? For taking what's mine?"

"For making her feel like a whore."

"Fuck you. She enjoyed every goddamn second of it. Don't pretend otherwise."

"That's not the point, Viper. It was her last performance. Her final show."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"She's done. She quit. She said she couldn't do this shit anymore."

"Like hell she's quitting."

"It's true. She's leaving."

"Where the fuck is she going?"

"She wants to open her own parlor." Rosa’s gaze challenges me. "Did you even know she's a tattoo artist? She saved up enough cash to lease one and get new equipment. She seems really passionate about it."

"Of course, I knew that. But it's no reason for her to quit." Sure, she's managing the Desire House, but I thought she could handle performing for the customers too.

Maybe it's too much.

"Did you know she was thinking of opening a place?"

"No."

"She's leaving, Viper. And now, she's not sure if she even wants to manage the girls' house."

"Bullshit. This is all bullshit, Rosa," I growl in a warning tone.

"No. You know it's true. You and Lyon. It was always too much."

"Lyon and I are done. We're not part of the same crew anymore. You know that."

"But the two of you will never be done. You'll always have a rivalry, a competition. She can't take it anymore. She's tired of being treated like a prize."

"Is that what she told you?"

"It's what I've seen. And tonight, you just confirmed it."

I shake my head, not wanting to believe a word coming out of Rosa's mouth. "I'm taking her home."

"Yeah. You do that."

"Thanks for the chat, Rosa."

"Anytime." She rolls her eyes.

"Don't act like a bitch," I warn. "We both know it doesn't suit you."

"Fuck you, Viper."

"Love you too, Rosa."

"She's not a prize, you know. She's a living, human being."

"I know, but we sell sex here. You know that as well as I do. Your jobs are to sell desire, want, need. What's so bad about what I'm doing?"

"You’re leading her on,” she mutters. “She deserves better than you."

"Rosa," I groan.

"And if you don't, she'll find someone who will."

"Fuck that."

"If you keep doing what you're doing, then she will."

"Rosa," I say, a warning in my voice.

"If you want her, you're going to have to show her. You can't just fuck her and leave her and ignore her."

"What the fuck makes you think I'm going to do that?" I hiss, my voice low.

"You've already done it," Rosa says, shrugging. "Time and time again. That's not going to work. If you want her, if you want a future with her, then you're going to have to treat her like a person. Like a woman. Like your woman. You can't just say she's yours whenever you wanna get your dick wet. That's what it takes. Or she'll find someone else. Someone better. She'll be a damn good wife. And she'll find a guy who's not a piece of shit. And she'll leave this place behind."

"Is your little speech over?" I ask, leaning against the bar.

"It's the truth, Viper. You know it."

"Maybe," I admit.

"Then don't fuck this up. Don't push her away. Not this time."

"You're a good friend, Rosa."

"Don't patronize me."

"I'm not. I mean it. You're a good friend. Thank you for looking out for her."

"Always. Even when she's an idiot. Especially when she's an idiot. And right now she's being one, because of your sinfully gorgeous ass. If you were ugly, I doubt she'd put herself through this shit."

"Well, then. I guess I'd better change my tune." I chuckle, and Rosa laughs.

"Hey. Don't forget what I said," she warns as I walk away, but I'm done fucking listening. I nod to Jaxon sitting in the VIP booth, and he motions for me to come over.

"What's up, Jaxon?"

"I hear you're taking Ivy home."

"That's right. Her name's Iris."

"Do me a favor?"

"What's that?"

"Don't be a prick."

"Funny." I laugh. "I've had two lectures today, and you're the second one. What the fuck is it with everyone giving me shit tonight?"

"Everyone's looking out for her, Viper. We don't want to see her get hurt. She's been through enough because of my brother," he mutters.

"Jaxon, look. You have nothing to worry about. I'm going to treat her like a fucking princess."

"Good. Because if you don't, you'll have the whole club breathing down your neck. I couldn't do much about it before, but you're not my brother," he warns.

"Oh, so you're suddenly going to protect her this time?" I hiss. "You forgot to do that while your brother was dating her, huh? Forgot to check in, forgot to make sure he wasn't abusing her, right?"

"It's not like that."

"It's exactly like that. You're lucky I don't pummel my fist through your face."

"You won't. Because I'll kill you before you can."

"Well, then. We have something in common."

"Yeah," Jaxon growls. "We do. We're both dangerous."

"Good thing we're not rivals anymore," I mutter.

"Yeah, good thing. I don't want to have to choose between her and the club. Again."

"You won't. There is no choice. She comes first," I hiss.

"Then make sure she knows that. Make sure she's yours."

"Trust me, Jaxon. She is."

"Good."

"Now, if you'll excuse me. I have a date."

"Don't fuck this up, Viper. This is the closest thing you've ever had to a family. Don't throw it away."

"I won't. Don't worry. We're on the same page. She's my girl. End of story."

"Good. Now, get out of here."

I walk out the front door, and my gaze meets hers.

She's mine.

All mine.

And now, she's going to remember forever.

Tonight, she's going to know just how much she belongs to me.

And after that, I'm never letting her go.

I walk out of the club, and Iris looks up as I slide into the car where Christmas music is on full blast. "Ready?"

"Viper," she whispers.

"We're leaving now, and I'm taking you home. You're going to spend the night with me."

"I don't know."

"It's not a request."

"This is crazy."

"Crazy is watching your girl dance half-naked. Crazy is knowing that I can't do anything about it. But that's done now. And you're coming home with me. Tonight. Right fucking now."

"Fine," she groans, as I turn the heat on.

"It's freezing in here. Do you want my coat?"

Ignoring her before she can answer, I pull my coat off and toss it to her. "Get under that."

"Are we going to talk about it?" she grumbles as I back out of the parking lot.

"Nope."

"I didn't think so."

"I'm not interested in talking, Iris." I glance in the rearview mirror.

"Then what are you interested in?"

"Fucking. Fucking you. Taking you. Claiming you," I muter.

"Viper," she whispers.

"It's true. It's not a secret." I pull onto the highway. "Put your hand on my thigh, like last time. Feel my dick, baby. Tell me if you like how big and hard and thick it is. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck your tight, hot cunt."

"Viper," she breathes. "We're not going to stop, are we?"

"No. But if you're worried, we can play a little game."

"What kind of game?"

"It's simple. I'll give you a choice. A choice to make." I shrug. "I come in your pussy or your mouth. Either in my fucking bed, or, for the second option, here while I drive. Your call."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I don't like playing games. I'm direct. I want what I want."

"And what is it that you want?"

"You. That's all."

"You're insane."

"Maybe. But only for you."

"I can't, Viper."

"Yes, you can."

"This isn't a good idea."

"Yes, it is. Trust me," I hiss.

"You've been saying that a lot lately."

"Because it's true." I put her hand on my lap. "Now make your choice."

"You can't keep asking me to trust you." Her finger squeezes around my dick, and I groan.

"Fuck yes, Iris. Just like that. You like it, don't you? You like feeling my dick in your hand."

"Viper."

"Tell me, Iris. Tell me what you want. Right now, you're holding my cock in your hand. I'm rock fucking hard, and you're the one who did that to me," I hiss.

"I can't let you fuck me without a condom this time," she whispers.

I scoff. "I want to fill you, Iris. I want to fuck you bare and feel every inch of your wet pussy. I want to claim you. I want to mark you."

"This is a mistake," she manages.

"No, Iris. It's not. I've never felt more sure of anything." I speed up as her fingers pump my cock through the fabric of my jeans, and I hiss.

"This is so bad."

"You have no idea. We're not going to make it home."

"What do you mean?"

"I need to come, Iris. Now. And you're going to swallow every drop of my seed."

"Fuck, Viper."

"Unzip my jeans," I order, and she obeys. "Pull out my dick, and stroke it, baby."

She does, and then her mouth is around my cock, and I groan.

"Holy fuck," I mutter, grabbing the back of her head. "I knew you'd look perfect with your lips around my cock. Take me all the way."

Her mouth is full now, and I need to focus on the road.

I'm really fucking regretting making her pick, because I'm already thinking about the next time I'm going to come, in her pussy.

"Keep sucking, baby," I whisper.

"Mmmm," she moans, and the vibrations send pleasure shooting up my spine.

"That's it," I growl. "Fuck, that's so good. So fucking good."

She's pumping her hand, and her mouth is hot, and I know I'm going to explode any minute.

I'm trying to focus on the road, but all I can feel is her mouth and her tongue.

"I'm going to fill your throat," I hiss, and she nods. "Swallow every drop. Don't spill a single fucking drop."

"Mmmm," she moans, and my release crashes over me.

My body feels like it's on fire, and pleasure consumes me.

She keeps sucking, and swallowing, and I can feel the warmth of her mouth.

"Fuck yes, Iris," I moan, grabbing the back of her head. "Swallow it all."

"Mmm," she groans, and I let go, letting the sensation take over.

My muscles tighten, and my whole body feels like it's burning from the inside out.

"Holy fuck," I breathe, and she pulls her mouth off my cock, tucking it back into my jeans.

"Did I do good?"

"So good, baby. Fuck. That was perfect. Your mouth was made for me, Iris."

"Viper," she murmurs, wiping her mouth. "That was so wrong."

"No," I correct. "That was perfect."

"I should have made you come in my pussy again. You could have filled me with your seed again. I know I said we need to use a condom next time… but I want more of you inside me," she murmurs, and my cock stirs.

"Fuck, Iris," I growl. "Don't talk like that. I'm going to pull over and fuck your tight little pussy until you're screaming my name."

She arches a single brow. "Maybe that's what I want."

"Is it?"

It's like she's nervous to answer. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Are you wet, baby? Are you dripping wet for me?"

"Yes," she whispers.

"Let's find out."

"How?"

"Slide those panties off, baby," I hiss. "Remember last time? Out the window? But not this time. This time, you're keeping them."

"Why?"

"I'm going to bring them home with me. I'm going to keep them under my pillow. I'm going to think about how fucking hot it is that they've been between your legs all night long. Every time I jerk off, I'll smell your sweet scent and remember what it felt like to be inside of you. And when you come to my place, and I fuck you until you're screaming my name, and then you'll get into my car, and we'll go out. And all I'll have to do is lift your dress and put my head between your legs and make you come, right there, in the passenger seat, where anyone can see."

"Viper, fuck. You can't keep doing this."

"I can't keep doing what?"

"Teasing me. Making me want you. Making me want more."

"Baby," I say softly. "I'm not teasing. I'm telling you the truth. I've wanted you from the moment I saw you. And now, I'm making damn sure everyone knows you're mine."

"This is insane."

"Yeah. But so am I. Now, are you going to show me your sweet cunt, or am I going to have to reach over and check it myself?" I demand as I swerve off the highway.

"Fuck, Viper," she groans, and I wait patiently, knowing that I'm getting my way.

After a minute, the car is filled with the sound of Christmas music, but my mind is swimming with desire watching her pulling her panties down, and sliding them off.

"Pass them over," I hiss, and she does.

"Don't you dare lose them. Or else," she growls.

"Or else what?" I tease, but a second later, the car is filled with the sound of the engine and her moans as I put the seat back and slide her dress up, placing my head between her legs.

"Viper," she gasps, but it's too late.

My mouth is on her, and I'm kissing her, and licking her, and her legs are shaking as her orgasm builds.

"Come for me, baby. Let me taste you," I hiss, and then her hips buck as she comes apart, and I taste her sweet, delicious pussy juice. "Fuck."

I pull back up and screech to a halt by the side of the road. "Get in the back."

"What?"

"Move. Now."

"What the fuck, Viper."

"If you're not naked and spread eagle by the time I get there, we're going to have problems," I warn.

"Shit."

"Do as you're told," I hiss.

I hear the rustle of fabric as I climb into the back seat and unzip my pants, letting my cock out.

It's throbbing and ready to fill her tight, wet pussy.

"Fuck," she murmurs as she takes in the sight of my erection. "I want that."

"Get on top, and you can have it," I warn.

"No protection?" she asks for verification.

"You said you want more of me, so I'm going to soak your walls. Now. Hurry. Before I bend you over and spank your ass."

"Shit."

"Don't swear, or I'll fuck your mouth."

"Oh, God."

"Come on. Hurry up. Don't keep me waiting. I'm fucking dying to fill you," I hiss. "Now. Ride my dick."

She climbs over and lowers herself onto my cock.

"Fuck," I hiss as her body envelopes mine. "You're so tight, baby. Fuck."

"Oh, Viper. Oh, my God," she whispers.

"Ride me. Fuck me," I hiss. "Fucking ride my cock."

There's a knock on the window, and I realize that we're not alone.

"Stay still," I whisper, but the thrill is evident in my voice.

"Someone's there."

"I know. Now, sit on my dick and don't move," I warn.

"Fuck, Viper."

"Shhh. Be quiet, or I'll gag you."

"Shit."

"Don't fucking curse."

"What do we do?"

"I said stay still," I hiss. "Now, be a good girl."

The door opens, and a man in uniform appears, flashlight shining. "Sir," he says.

"Yeah?" I mutter, barely containing laughter.

"Can you tell me why you've stopped?"

"Just had to take a piss. I'm sorry. You caught me. My wife isn't feeling well, so she's in the car."

"Ma'am," he calls, looking at Iris.

"Don't speak," I whisper, and Iris whimpers, nodding.

"Sir, have you been drinking?"

"Nope. Not a drop."

"Then I'll let you go with a warning. But please, get her home, and fast. We've had reports of an unruly crowd."

"Got it. Thanks," I hiss. "I'll take her home right away."

"Have a good night, sir."

"You too," I call, and a second later, the door slams shut, and he's gone.

"What the fuck," she whispers, her cunt squeezing my cock.

"I know."

"Viper. What the hell just happened?"

"Well, if you'd done as you were told, we'd be in my bed right now, and none of this would have happened," I tease.

"Are you serious? You're not going to finish?"

"Of course, I am. But we're taking a detour."

"Viper."

"Don't complain. You got to come twice, and you're not the one who almost got arrested," I mutter as I lift her off my cock. "Now, put your panties on."

"Really?"

"Yes. And hurry. We don't want a repeat of the last incident."

"Fine," she growls, sliding them on.

"Good girl."

Iris giggles playfully. "I can't believe you almost got us arrested."

"He would have had to have been an idiot to arrest us."

"How do you figure?"

"It's obvious that I'm balls deep in your tight, wet pussy," I growl.

"Viper," she whimpers.

"Put your coat on," I growl.

"Fine."

"I'm going to take you somewhere nice first. You'll love it, promise."

"We're not going home?"

"Not yet," I murmur, starting the car again.

"I can't believe that just happened."

"What, that you almost got caught by a police officer?"

"Shut up." She laughs, and the sound makes my heart race.

"I love that sound."

"What?"

"Your laugh. It's the best sound in the world."

"You're crazy," she mutters.

"And you're beautiful."

"Where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere special," I murmur. "Just wait and see."

I pull down a couple of streets, my cock throbbing as I think about filling her, about making her mine.