Taking Her Innocence (Killer of Kings 1)
He let go of her breasts and moved his hands down her stomach, going between her thighs. She cried out as he touched her pussy. His finger slid between her slit, and when she attempted to let go of the tiled wall, he ordered her not to. She couldn’t resist him, even if she wanted to.
His hands on her body felt so right, and she didn’t want him to stop. Not at all.
“You’re wet, Pepper.” His lips grazed her neck, and she closed her eyes, loving the way he touched her. “Don’t worry, I won’t pop that little cherry yet, but you and I both know it’s only a matter of time before that becomes mine.” The hand on her hip left her body, and with the sounds coming from him, he was playing with his cock at the same time he pleasured her.
Two fingers stroked over her clit.
“No man has ever touched you here?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No.”
“Good. No man will ever touch you but me. This body, you, it now all belongs to me.” He sucked on the pulse at her neck, creating so much sensation. “You’re so close, aren’t you, baby? So close to making yourself come all over my fingers.”
“Viper?” She didn’t know what was happening to her or how to control it. She was a little scared, and totally enthralled by his power.
“Come for me, Pepper. You won’t be judged by me. You need it, and you want it. Let yourself go. Enjoy it.”
She fisted her hands on the wall, and cried out his name as the pleasure hurtled into an orgasm that she had never felt before. There had been many nights where she touched herself, hoping to find that peak she had read about, only to forever be evaded by it. This was like something else entirely. For a few short seconds, she was taken completely out of her own head, where nothing mattered.
Behind her, she heard Viper grunt, and something warm landed on her back, and neither of them could speak for several seconds. The pleasure slowly began to fade. Pepper didn’t know what to expect. She didn’t feel guilty, just happy. Water cascaded around them, and Viper pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
“You sound beautiful when you come,” he said.
“Is that what you just did?” she asked.
“Yeah. You didn’t for a second think that I wouldn’t take something for myself?”
She chuckled. “You’re a man that takes what he wants.”
“I am, and right now, I want food.” He turned the shower off, and it was like reality set in. This wasn’t a man she had met on normal terms. He was a man she had hired to help save her.
“Do you think you would have killed me?” she asked.
She held onto the wall as he left the shower, taking a towel. He dried his scarred and heavily inked body. Never did she think she would fall for such a rough man, and yet, she couldn’t think of anyone else. The boys she grew up with were always pretending to be men. She couldn’t stand them for longer than a few minutes at a time.
“We’ll never know.” He held the towel against her body, and before she could protest, he was already drying her. She noticed that he kept most of the weight off her foot, and for that, she was grateful. “Are you hungry?”
In answer, her stomach growled.
He chuckled. “I’ll get some food going.” He lifted her up and carried her through to his bedroom where he placed her on the bed.
Within seconds he had on a pair of sweatpants, and handed her a shirt, and a pair of boxer briefs. He helped her change before they went to his kitchen.
“I can help,” she said when he dumped her in a chair at the counter.
“Your ankle must be hurting you. I can cook. I’ve been doing it for a long time.”
“Will you tell me something about yourself?” she asked, curious about this man who had saved her, fingered her, and might have in fact killed her.
“What do you want to know?”
“How long have you been like this?” she asked. She ran fingers through her hair, trying to get rid of some of the knots.
Viper paused, and glanced back at her. “Always.”
“Always? What does your family think of that?”
With each word she spoke, he grew tense, the hard line of his back, ramrod straight.