“Don’t stop me now, pretty girl,” Viper’s dark voice tempted her. “I can tell you’re about to come, your little pussy is squeezing my fingers tight just like it’s going to be squeezing my cock soon… real soon.” Using the hand by her head, he turned her to face them again, both men’s eyes were trained on her, their expressions tight.
“Let them finish, look at their faces; you have them ready to explode from watching you.” Winter blushed and tried to turn her face into Viper’s shoulder.
“Imagine what they’re thinking. How Cash’s cock is buried in Dawn’s pussy but I bet he’s thinking it’s buried in you. Train is thinking you’re the one sucking him off. “ Winter moaned as his thumb against her clit stroked even faster. Winter couldn’t prevent the knot of desire from exploding into an orgasm. She watched helplessly as both Cash and Train pounded their own release into the moaning women.
Winter tried to jerk Viper’s hand from her but he simply rose up pulling his hand away and began buttoning her skirt.
“Relax, they didn’t see anything other than that pretty face of yours.” He finished buttoning up her skirt and he snapped the front clasp of her bra before buttoning her blouse. “That and those perfect little nipples.”
Winter blushed in shame, not believing that she had allowed things to get so out of hand.
Viper stood with Winter in his arms carrying her from the room and up the steps. She refused to look around her, turning her head into his shoulder. Back in the bedroom, he carried her through to the shower and placed her inside.
“Hold onto the bar.” Winter grabbed onto the metal bar in the shower trembling in reaction to her actions downstairs. She started crying and was trying desperately not to become hysterical. Angrily, she washed, ignoring Viper as he removed his clothes throwing them into the laundry basket in the corner before stepping into the shower with her.
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
He turned the water on warm, easing her body under the warm spray. She wanted to jerk away from his touch but was afraid she would fall in the slippery shower. He put shower gel in his hands and began washing her, despite her protests.
“Get out!”
“You’re angry, you liked it whether you admit it or not, and you did like it a lot, I liked it a lot. You’re going to have to get over it.” His hands slid down her slippery belly to find her cunt with his soapy hand washing her thoroughly.
“No, I won’t,” she smacked his hands away from her.
“Yes, you will. I like to fuck and play and when I do, I don’t care if anybody is around watching. Most of us don’t. Everyone has been walking on eggshells around you. That ended tonight.” He informed her with a ruthless edge to his voice.
“I am not a recruit for your little club. I’m not like those women wanting to join The Last Riders Motorcycle Club. Unlike them, I would not fuck everyone for votes.” She screeched at a man everyone knew to be terrified of. He held complete control over a motorcycle club that was strong and brutal enough to remove any threat they faced.
Viper laughed. “Pretty girl, you got Cash’s and Train’s votes tonight and you don’t have to fuck everyone, just six out of the eight of us.” Ignoring her curses, he turned the water spray onto her rinsing her body of the soap. He stepped out of the shower, lifting her out. Taking a towel from the side, he dried her off then carried her to bed laying her down. Getting in next to her he pulled the covers over both of them.
“What are you doing? I want my gown.”
“From now on, you sleep naked next to me unless you’re on your period, then you can have a pair of panties.” He conceded the last.
“Go to hell.” She snapped.
Viper smiled at her temper, pulling her close. “I take it you don’t want to earn my vote tonight?’
She tried to hit him but he grabbed her hand carefully turning her until he was plastered against her back.
“I’ll take that as a no. Go to sleep.”
Winter wanted to yell at him but exhaustion from her long day had drained her body. The shower had relaxed her muscles so she was able to lie comfortably against him. She would deal with him in the morning, she promised herself.
Chapter 8
The morning sun woke her. Winter lay still, not wanting to wake Viper. Carefully, she edged to the side of the bed and maneuvered herself into her wheelchair. Grabbing some clothes, she went to the nightstand glancing at the bed to make sure Viper was still sleeping as she snagged his phone. Going into the bathroom, she made a quick phone call. Dressing herself and brushing her hair into a ponytail, she rolled her chair to the bathroom door, peeping out to make sure that he was still sleeping.