Page 43 of Viper’s Reign

Hesitantly, I close the distance between us and place a hand on his thigh. He looks down at it, then back up to my face. “Hey.” I trace what I hope is a soothing circle. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he answers shortly.

But the fact that he answered at all gives me courage. I scoot closer, leaning into him, my head settling against his shoulder. “Doesn’t look like nothing to me.”

My nerves tense as I let my hand drift slowly inward along his inner thigh, testing. I don’t really know what I’m doing—this whole seducing-a-man thing is new territory—but I need to try something. I can’t be left alone here with my own thoughts. They’re too dark right now. Too disturbing. I could turn on myself before he does.

He inhales sharply, and I figure that means I’m heading in the right direction.

“What are you doing?” He groans as my hand inches closer.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I murmur. “I’m seducing you. Is it working?” I glance up, and my heart quivers at the feverish look in his eyes. The hunger from earlier is back in full force. He’s looking at me like he wants to devour me whole.

“Keep going, and you’ll find yourself getting fucked in this car.” He grabs my hand before I can make contact with his dick. “Is that what you want?”

Instead of answering, I slide my other hand over, cupping him through his pants.

His head falls back with a strained breath as I squeeze his hard length. “God… you’re hard as steel,” I marvel, genuinely fascinated, squeezing again to feel the response.

He shakes his head. “God has no place here.” His voice drops to gravel. “Especially not with what I want to do to you.”

The tightness in my stomach flutters open slightly, and I chase the relief.

Without giving myself a chance to second-guess it, I find his zipper and pull it down slowly.

He tilts his head down, those piercing blue-green eyes locking onto mine for a beat before dropping to my hand. Watching. Waiting.

Heat warms my face, but I don’t stop. “Tell me,” I whisper, hooking my fingers into the waistband. “Tell me what you want to do with me.”

“No,” he growls. But when I start pulling, he lifts his hips from the seat to help me. “I’ll show you.”

The fabric pools around his knees, and his cock springs free—nearly smacking my chin.

I gasp, jerking back. It’s magnificent. He’s long and thick, veins ridging the length, the wide mushroom head swollen to an angry shade of purple and glistening at the tip. A clear bead wells up from the slit, hovers there for a moment, then slides slowly down.

“Precum,” I whisper to myself, mesmerized by the sight of it. I’ve read about it, but seeing it in person… I drag the pad of my index finger over it and feel the tremor that runs through him.

“Keep that up and I’ll shove it down your throat,” he warns.

“Promise?”

My voice is husky as I wrap my fingers around the thick base. My hand barely circles the girth, the skin hot and velvety, the heat of him searing into my palm. I stroke him, tentatively at first, tracing the veined ridges, fascinated by the way he pulses and twitches in my grip. Leaning in, I blow a warm puff of air over the head—and it twitches again.

“Fuck, solnyshko.” His hand tangles in my hair, not pulling like I thought he might, but holding me in place, guiding me down, and I go willingly. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You have no idea.

The thought opens a hole in my fluttering stomach. I choose to fill it with his cock.

I part my lips and take the head first, closing my mouth over it, swirling my tongue to collect the precum. My eyes flutter shut as I moan around him, and he hisses at the vibration, his fingers tightening so painfully in my hair that tears prick behind my eyelids.

I force them open to watch his face as I sink farther down his length, my lips stretching around his thickness. His head is tipped back against the headrest, but his eyes are half-lidded and burning down at me, chest heaving with ragged breaths.

The addictive power of it—of reducing this giant, formidable man to this—floods through me. I want more. I hollow my cheeks and work him with my hand at the base, bobbing slowly at first, then with more confidence as his groans deepen and grow, his hips rolling up to meet me.

“Fuck—that’s a good girl. Yess. Suck my cock, solnyshko. Choke on me like your life depends on it.”

He applies pressure on my head, urging me deeper, and I take even more, gagging slightly but powering through it, loving the fullness of him in my mouth. I flatten my tongue along the rough underside of his cock, tasting every throb and swell as saliva trails down my chin.