I stepped out, wrapping a towel around me while avoiding eye contact with Viper. I left both the dress and heels I’d worn to the club and the pajamas I’d gotten, walking barefoot to my room. Who needed pajamas? I didn’t. Everything could just go fuck itself, including those soft, satiny pajamas.
Leaving the light off in my room, I knew Viper had followed me, knew he would be right behind me, closing my bedroom door for me. I stood near the bed, and a few seconds later, I heard just that. Reaching for the towel, I dropped it to the floor and crawled into bed, my hair a wet, un-brushed mess I’d surely regret in the morning, but I didn’t care.
Why should I care about anything? I had no reason to. There was no purpose in me trying to look good. Whatever feelings I thought the Lucianos reciprocated, well, that was just me projecting what I felt onto them.
Buried under the blankets, I sighed to myself a noiseless sound. Time ticked on, minute by minute, and I didn’t fall asleep. The cold embrace of a temporary death for the night did not come to me, which was downright annoying. If ever there was a night I wanted to end immediately, it was this one.
God, couldn’t I go back to stalking the clubs and killing the sleazebags? How I missed those days.
My mind wandered, going in all directions—not something good if you were trying to get to sleep, but at this point I didn’t see why it mattered if I got any. It wasn’t like I had to be in top form. I had absolutely nothing to look forward to, so why bother? Why bother with any of it? Ugh, I wanted to dig out that metal mask and break it.
But I loved that mask, and I loved what it was supposed to signify.
Somehow, in spite of all odds, I must’ve dozed off a bit. Not for long, for when I came to, it was still pitch-black in the bedroom; however, I was no longer alone in the bed. A warm, solid presence lay behind me, spooning me, giving me his strength. One of his hands draped over my side, his rough fingertips lightly touching my hip.
I didn’t need to roll over and see his face to know who it was. I knew it was my guard, Viper, the one who constantly wrestled with himself about me. It wasn’t like I could blame him for that, and really, I couldn’t blame anyone in this house for hating me after killing Dickless, but still… it was nice to pretend I wasn’t abhorred completely.
A grin crossed my face, a tiny one, one that was not faked. It was a real smile, as small as it was, brought about by Viper. Go figure.
This time, when I closed my eyes, sleep came a-knocking.
The sun’s light came far too soon. I wanted nothing more than to sleep a couple more hours, let the beginning of the day get away from me. And, what was more, I wanted to do it with Viper, to wake up in a bit and still feel his solid, heated presence behind me, his arm still draped over me and his breath even in my ear.
It was nice.
A hardness pressed up against my ass, and I couldn’t help myself: I wiggled my ass against it, further stirring it, causing his morning wood to become even more rock-hard. From what I could tell, Viper was still asleep. The man slept like a rock.
If anyone in this house knew Viper had crawled into bed with me and slept with me instead of guarding me, they’d throw a fit. Maybe they’d hurt him. It would behoove us both for him to wake his ass up and get out of this bed… but before that happened, we could have a little fun, first.
Last night sucked something major. I didn’t want a repeat of it. No, if anything, I wanted to forget all about it, and there was nothing better than a good dicking to help you forget about your problems.
With a little wiggling of my ass, his cock was like steel, and I slowly inched away from him, giving myself enough room to turn around. He stirred a bit, but all in all, the man still seemed to be asleep, and the rebel in me loved it. Since we were no longer spooning, he moved to lay on his back, which was actually quite fortuitous, because I was able to get at his pants and the cock there a hell of a lot easier than I would’ve otherwise.
In a moment, I had his pants undone and his dick in my hand. Straddling him, I stroked it once, hearing him moan. Oh, I didn’t have much time before he woke up, so why not go for the home run? He might say we couldn’t be together because he was not a Luciano and couldn’t make that call, but if his dick was inside me, I didn’t doubt he’d give in.
Holding onto his dick, I guided myself down onto it, slipping it inside me inch after inch. He was long, and he filled me up easily. I heard myself moan as I rocked my hips once.
Viper’s eyes opened, and he tried to sit up, but I reached out and held his chest down. If he used all of his strength, he could push me off him, but he wouldn’t. Why would he when he’d woken up to getting his dick wet? If I was a guy, that’d be how I would want to wake up every day.
I said nothing, gyrating my hips again and causing his eyes to flutter and his head to fall back down to the pillow. “Lola,” he whispered my name like a curse, like a sweet, savory, bitter curse. “What are you… you shouldn’t be doing this.”
My lungs hummed with glee, and I leaned my top half down, still rocking my hips along his cock. “I think you mean we, because this is something that’s hard to do by myself.” Unless there was a dildo laying around somewhere, but you didn’t get the full experience that way.
“You should get off,” he murmured, his pupils dilated and glazed over with lust.
“I think we both know that’s not going to happen, so just shut up and let me fuck you,” I whispered, leaning down to lick his lips, tasting his next groan as it escaped him. Such a low, gravelly sound, it caused my inner core to heat up.
This was probably a bad idea, a really bad idea, but like most bad ideas, the fact it wasn’t smart wasn’t going to make me stop and think about it. I was going to fuck Viper, and nothing and no one would stop me. I’d missed him lately, even though I shouldn’t have. These things I felt… I couldn’t help it. My heart, my feelings—everything was just so much.
Maybe a good fuck would help get my mind off it all. A gal could hope.
Seeing Viper’s body beneath mine, watching his strong chest rise and fall with each breath beneath the fabric of his shirt, it was something else. Maddox would never let me take a position like this during sex, and I highly doubted Sylvester would, either. There was something to say about being the one in control, about being the one on top. I knew why the guys loved it, why they craved it so much, why having all the power when it came to sex made all the difference.
Having the power… it reminded me of the old days, the days I wished I could go back to, sometimes. My Night Slayer days, when I could go off and do whatever the fuck I wanted to whoever the fuck I wanted, when I wasn’t stuck in this house, under the watchful eyes of this family.
Still, though a part of me wanted to go back, I knew I never would, and so I relished whatever little time I had left.
I rocked along Viper’s cock roughly, causing him to let out a thunderous moan that I felt echo in my own lungs. My hair lined with sweat, my body worked of its own accord as I rode that cock until we both came.
Viper came first, unsurprisingly. Guys had it so easy, pump, pump, groan, cum shoots out, yada, yada, yada. For us gals, it took a bit more work than that.
My eyes were slits as I watched Viper come beneath me, his body tensing, all the muscles on his top half jerking as his cock emptied itself inside of me. Seeing him unravel, seeing him shut his eyes violently and hearing that moan escape his lips—all of that helped me reach my own precipice, my own ledge of pleasure I currently stared down.
Heated bliss ripped through me like a tidal wave, surging out from my core and devouring everything I was. My eyes slammed shut, my head fell back, and I let out a cry of pleasure that was quite strangled, considering there were no hands currently around my neck. My body felt light and airy, my blood like lava in my veins. Everything was hot, and I was on cloud nine, riding the high of the orgasm, still rocking on Viper’s cock.
His length was still hard, by the way. Still hard, still raring to go. I bet he and I co
uld go more—
It was as I thought that particular thought when the door to the bedroom opened, and someone else stuck their head in my room. Maybe to wake me up. Maybe to drag me out of bed so he could eat breakfast with me. Regardless of why that blonde head poked into my bedroom, I knew this probably wasn’t good.
Why the fuck didn’t Viper lock the damn door before crawling into bed with me? Rookie mistake, dude.
Sylvester stood, one hand on the doorframe and the other on the doorknob, his blue eyes immediately locked on us. From where he stood, he could see my naked back, probably bits of my ass, too. He could definitely see the position Viper had beneath me, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what we would be doing in this position.
“Sylvester,” Viper managed to get out, sitting up—though I didn’t move, which didn’t help things, I’d bet. “I—it’s not what it—” The more Viper tried to talk, the more he fumbled, and the more he fumbled, the angrier the blonde at the doorway became.
He didn’t look like Maddox would if Maddox would’ve been the one to enter my room at that moment, but he still looked pretty pissed off. Like someone else was sniffing around his woman.
I mean, I wasn’t his woman. I thought, as he’d said last night, I was nothing but the property of his family. Just a dog, a bitch—and a crazy one at that—they could sic me on whoever they wanted. I didn’t mean anything to him or his brother.
That’s how I took it all, anyway.
“Viper,” Sylvester practically growled out the man’s name, and if there was ever a dick-killer, it was this. Being interrupted so rudely, having to report to the son of Daddy Luciano after fucking me when he was supposed to be watching over me.
Right, right. We did a bad thing. Sue me. It wasn’t the first bad thing I’d ever done in my life—fucking obviously—and it wouldn’t be the last. I was one hundred and ten percent sure I’d get my hands into trouble again. Or my va-jay-jay. Or, you know, every single part of me.
“Get dressed,” he growled, “and get your ass out here. Lola, do the same but stay in your room.” Sylvester said nothing else as he disappeared, leaving the door open as he went.
Shit.
I met eyes with Viper, noting how the lust was completely gone from his hazel stare… and the hardness of his cock inside me had waned almost entirely. “Sorry,” I muttered, not too sorry at all, really, but I did hope he wouldn’t be in too much trouble.
Viper rolled me off him, slipping his cock out of me, its length slick with our sex. He said nothing as he stood, stuffing himself in his pants and fixing himself up before leaving my room, leaving me alone.
Alone, again. Alone, only so Sylvester could yell at him.
Slowly, I got dressed. I didn’t go to the bathroom to clean myself up. The rebellious part of me wanted to have Viper’s cum staining my panties all day, a metaphorical middle finger to the Luciano brothers. Once I was dressed, I ran my fingers through my hair and I waited.
I waited and waited and waited. I didn’t know if someone would get me or not. Guess I’d have to, ahem, wait and find out.
I really did hope Sylvester wasn’t going at Viper too hard. I liked Viper. Viper, at least, was more upfront with his feelings. That was something I could deal with. The hot and cold personalities of both Luciano sons? Eh, got a little tiring, you know, having to deal with all that constantly.
Laying down on my bed, staring at the ceiling, I grinned to myself. Viper might get in trouble, I might get in trouble, but it was totally worth it. Good dickings always were.
Chapter Nine – Sylvester
To think, I’d gone to Lola’s room to apologize for what I’d said last night—I shouldn’t have lashed out at her for an idea my brother had. So she’d gone along with him to the club, so what? That didn’t give me any right to treat her like that, to say those things. Basically, to tell her she meant nothing to me.
That couldn’t have been further from the truth, and yet sometimes I could be a hothead much like Maddox.
Now was one of those times, unfortunately, since I’d gone to her room and saw she was currently naked and on top of Viper. My heart rate instantly spiked, my temperature rising purely out of anger at the sight.
I didn’t tell him it was okay for him to fuck her, and I doubted Maddox did. Never mind my fucking brother; all of my attention was on getting Viper away from her and getting to the bottom of this.
How long had it been going on? Who instigated it? Why the fuck would he think it was all right to be with her? Hadn’t he seen how I was around her? Didn’t he know she was already spoken for? Again, never mind Maddox and whatever the fuck he’d been doing to her. I tried not to think about it, because I knew if my brother had his way, Lola would be no more.
Dead. She’d be dead. She would be dead and I would be bereft, and I couldn’t let that happen.
I paced in the hall near her room. I didn’t dare leave the vicinity, nor did I dare to shut that door and let them continue on with whatever they were doing.
Fucking. They were fucking. I wasn’t clueless, and I’d heard the moans as I’d approached the room. I’d thought, foolishly, that I was wrong, that I wouldn’t come upon them together.
But I did. I did, and so here we were.
I supposed I could’ve stayed in the room and made sure they separated right away, watched like a hawk as Viper and Lola dressed, but I couldn’t. If I did, I’d think about what they were doing, and if I did that… if I did that, I was liable to break something. Like Viper’s nose. Or his hand. Or his fucking cock.
A cock that had been inside Lola. A cock that knew my territory too well. I could do nothing about Maddox being with her, but Viper? Oh, I could handle that. I could make sure that fucker never stuck his prick in her again. If I had to banish him from this house, I would. Father wouldn’t understand, but that’s fine. I’d find another person to trade shifts with Mike.
My feet stopped in the hall as I wondered if Mike had also been sleeping with Lola. Had I been duped by both brothers? I did not like the thought, but I could not change the fact that it might be true.
Fuck. Today had begun so shitty, and I doubted it would get better. Normally, when days started out in the crapper, they remained there for quite a while.
After what felt like an eternity of waiting in that hall for Viper to show himself, I spotted him coming out of her room, and I practically tackled him to the ground. I didn’t; I restrained myself, barely. I did, however, growl out, “Come with me.”
Mike wasn’t here yet to watch Lola, but by God, if Lola knew what was good for her, she would be a good girl until I decided what the hell to do. If I had to get rid of both Viper and Mike.
Not kill them, even though a part of me did want to. No, my father would never let me kill either of them. They were too close to our family. They were like brothers to us, cousins basically. We might wonder about traitors, we might’ve housed Tony before knowing his true colors, but Viper and Mike were ours, and they would be ours until the day they died.
Not today, I had to remind myself. Fucking Lola was not a capital offense, even though it sure felt like it.
I didn’t know where I was leading Viper, only that I was taking him away from Lola, to a place in the house he and I could have a little talk about what just happened. And by talk… let’s just say I wasn’t too sure how much talking there would actually be.
I wanted to beat his ass. I wanted to let him know that he didn’t get to decide anything about Lola. Fuck, why couldn’t he fall into the bed of some other girl? Why Lola? Why here? Why now? Just… why?
I eventually stopped in the kitchen. It was early yet; my father was still upstairs and my brother was still in his bed, asleep. No one in this family woke up as early as me, it seemed. But that was alright, because I didn’t want either of them to know about this indiscretion of Viper’s and Lola’s just yet.
Hmm. Maybe they never would. Maybe I wouldn’t tell them. What good would it do to rat on Viper wh
en I’d bet any money that Maddox would go batshit crazy on him? Maddox would take things too far. He would. He was my brother; I knew him well enough to know how he’d react to Viper sleeping with Lola without either of us telling him it was okay.
You didn’t need permission from us to bang a chick, but Lola, our angel? Our fucking Night Slayer? Oh, Viper needed permission for that, definitely.
Viper, to his credit, didn’t try to run. He didn’t try to fight me, didn’t say anything to bolster his defense. He simply stared at me with those hazel eyes, waiting, waiting for me to have the first word, waiting to see my reaction. Oh, he should damn well already know what I was feeling inside after opening that door and seeing her on top of him.
I said nothing for a long while, leaning my hands on the island countertop, gripping the edges hard. If I didn’t hold onto something, if I didn’t preoccupy my hands with something, anything, I was bound to reach over to Viper and beat the living shit out of him, and that would not be too becoming. Not of me. Not of the Luciano son who thought things through, the one who didn’t act on his emotions.
Me. I was the logical one. I was the calm one—most of the time—but even though I was not a Luciano by blood, I had the famous Luciano temper.
“So,” I bit out the word, sounding a bit growly, like an animal, and that was purely because right then and there I felt like one. An animal who needed to assert its dominance, a predator who had to reinforce fear and make sure its territory was clear. “Care to explain what the fuck you were doing with Lola, Viper?”
I knew what they’d been getting up to. Anyone with eyes or ears would know. I guess I just wanted to hear him say it, hear him admit it, and then… and then, we’d go from there.
“I’m sorry,” Viper began, sounding truly penitent and sorrowful for what he’d done, as he should. He had no right to her, no right to put his dick anywhere near her. “I should’ve fought her harder.”
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