“Viper,” she sighed, her face aglow with pleasure, her lips curled in a genuine smile. “I… I love you so much!”
“Ah, baby,” he said, letting her arms go as he rolled them to their side. He kissed her gently before cupping her face in one of his big hands. “I love you, too. I’m yours as long as you’ll have me.”
“I’m yours too.”
He hugged her for long minutes, never separating their bodies. He was sated for the moment, mainly because he knew she was sated, but his cock was still semi-hard as if to tell her he could give her all the pleasure she wanted whenever she wanted it.
Viper cleared his throat. “I want you to wear my property patch,” he said, gruffly. “I’ll get your vest as soon as I can have it made.”
She smiled, but looked up at him in confusion. “OK.”
“That means I want you to be my ol’ lady. For me, it’s the same as being married.” She opened her mouth, but he pressed on. “I know you’ll want a ring and a ceremony and all that shit, and I can give you that. But once I tell everyone you’re my property and you wear my patch, it’s done. You got that?” He sounded a bit bossier than he intended, but really. He wasn’t asking her. If he ordered her to do it, she couldn’t actually reject him. Right?
Darcy giggled. “You’re such a dork.” When he growled at her, she leaned in and nipped his chin. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. I’d still say no if I didn’t want you.” She grinned. “But I do want you, so I’ll accept anything you want me to do. Just make sure you fuck me good every chance you get, and we’ll be good.”
Viper couldn’t help himself. He laughed heartily, wrapping his arms around her tightly. “I hear you, baby.”
They lay like that for a long time. Viper dozed lightly, his hand lazily petting her ass just because he could.
“Viper?”
“Um?”
“Do you think El Diablo will kill Donna?”
Fuck. He sighed. “I don’t know, Lil’ Bit. I won’t lie to you. Ever. So, if he does, it won’t be outright. She was as much a part of whatever happened to your stepsisters as Mills was. I got the feeling that her punishment had more to do with them than it did you.”
“Yeah. Me too. That’s why I didn’t protest. They were hurt much more than I was. I just hope they forgive me. I never would have left them alone if I’d thought they were in trouble.”
“I think they know that. Given the situation, you couldn’t be expected to bond with them. Mills made sure of that. He was smart enough to know Serilda and Winter wouldn’t reach out to you. By making you the outsider, he guaranteed you wouldn’t reach out to them either.”
“Maybe.” She sighed. “I think, at some point, I need to try to get to know them. Maybe we could help each other heal?”
“I think that’s the best idea,” Viper said, stroking her back gently before letting his hand rest on her ass once again.
Again, they fell into a peaceful silence. Viper continued to pet her, hoping to soothe her. His cock had gone soft and slipped from her body, a fact he lamented greatly.
“You know, Christmas is in a couple of weeks,” she said. “Maybe we could plan something for Christmas morning?”
It took Viper a moment to realize what she meant, then he grinned. “You mean, a Christmas wedding?”
“Yeah.”
“I think we could do that. I’m sure the girls would be thrilled to help you put it together.”
“I’d really like that, Viper.”
“Then you’ll have it, Lil’ Bit.” He turned her in his arms to kiss her tenderly. “You’ll have it. Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Yeah,” she answered with a sigh. “Merry Christmas.”
Marteeka Karland
Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.
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