Page 38 of Viper’s Reign

That does it. His words hit like a spark on dry tinder, and my arousal roars back to life, burning through the aftershocks still tingling in my limbs.

My brain flickers, the nurse in me kicking in. I run the dates in my head, tracking my cycle. It should be safe. I’ll grab a morning-after pill later, to be sure.

“It’s safe, it’s safe—fuck me, Dimitri,” I beg, pushing my ass back against him, unable to hold still.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. The zipper sounds obscenely loud in the quiet room, and I wiggle impatiently as he shoves his pants down. I glance over my shoulder, licking my lips at the sight of his cock—thick, veined, and throbbing.

He drags my hips back with one hand, bunching my dress up with the other, and I hold my breath.

“Fuckkkkk—” The moan tears out of me as he buries himself in one brutal thrust, filling me to the hilt.

His hand clamps over my mouth, firm but not painful. “The rest of your moans are mine,” he warns, his voice a dark whisper at my ear. “Understand?”

I can only moan helplessly into his palm, rocking backward in tiny, desperate circles. He groans low in response and grips my hip with his free hand, anchoring me.

Then he starts pounding into me—hard, quick thrusts that slap skin against skin, his cock stretching my pussy wide with every drive.

This angle hits deep, dragging along my walls in a way that pulls me out of my head and into a haze of pure sensation as my world narrows to the relentless fucking, the heat of his body at my back, the low sounds he makes against my hair.

Another orgasm builds swiftly, coiling tight, and then I’m shattering around him, my pussy clamping down as I come with a muffled wail against his palm, stars bursting behind my eyelids again.

“That’s it, Plamyashka. Drown me in your cum. Seep through my skin. Fuck. Fuck,” he growls, following seconds later. He thrusts his cock deep one last time before spilling inside me, his cum flooding my walls in thick pulses. He bites down on my shoulder, muffling his own groans as his body shudders against mine.

“You’re a fucking problem,” he whispers, quiet enough I’m not sure I’m even supposed to hear.

I feel him sag against my back, his weight pressing me harder into the wall, both of our breaths ragged. His cock twitches inside me, still half-hard, our mixed releases trickling down my thigh as I open my eyes, the interior of the fitting room coming slowly back into focus around us.

“Even if you didn’t like this dress, we’d have to buy it after this,” he mutters into my hair.

“It’s a good thing we both like the dress, then,” I sass back, clenching around him on purpose this time just to feel him twitch.

He answers by thrusting into me hard enough to lift me onto my toes.

“Minx.”

14

DIMITRI

I hadn’t meant to fuck her in that fitting room.

But when it comes to this woman, control slips through my fingers like it was never mine to begin with.

I replay the footage on my phone—the footage I had the boutique’s security delete at gunpoint before securing my own copy, naturally—and my cock hardens all over again. Fuck. Will I ever get enough of her?

By now, I’m usually tired of my playthings, but my desire for her keeps growing—it’s fucking inconvenient.

The sound of approaching footsteps forces me to pause the video, and I lock my phone just as Noah opens the door to my study.

“Hey, you ready?”

“I’m not the one getting married.” I quirk a brow. “So you’d have to ask Ivan. Do you think he’s ready for this?”

Noah snorts. “A commitment-phobe like you wouldn’t understand.”

I flip him off as I pass him in the doorway. He falls into step beside me, and I already know what’s coming by the particular quality of the pause before he speaks. “You’re really bringing her to the wedding.”

“I am.”