Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Oh god.
The images that flood my mind are so vivid, so visceral.
Viper, all rippling muscle and coiled strength, pinning Lyon to the wall, choking the life from him.
Defending me, protecting me, claiming me.
Heat rushes through my veins, molten and hungry.
I can't tear my gaze from Viper, from the play of emotions across his rugged face.
Possession.
Fury.
Desire.
It mirrors everything raging in my own heart.
In this moment, I want him with a ferocity that terrifies me.
I want his hands on my body, his mouth crushing mine.
I want him to consume me, possess me, own me.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know it's wrong.
He's dangerous, lethal, a killer.
But god help me, I don't care.
I'll follow him into hell if he asks me to.
Because despite everything, there's one irrefutable truth blazing through me: I'm his.
Body, heart and soul.
And no force on this earth can change that.
CHAPTER SIX
Viper
My blood boils with fury, pumping fire through my veins.
Lyon, Iris's ex, is a dead man.
No matter what his brother, Jaxon, says, he'll pay one way or another.
Jaxon stands and nods to the door. "Come with me, Viper. Let's finalize this deal."
"What about me?" Lyon demands, his face red and sweaty.
Jaxon gives his brother a withering look. "You're not involved anymore. It's my decision and I've made it."
We leave the room, and Scarlett pulls the door shut behind her, leaving the women alone.
Jaxon leads me to the club's office.
He sits behind a massive mahogany desk and I sit in front of him.
"Let's get down to business," Jaxon states, pulling out a file and sliding it toward me.
I flip through the pages.
"These are the details of the property," he explains. "You can see the revenue for the club and the net income of the previous owner. You can also see the current profit and loss statement, along with a list of employees and their contact information."
"Looks good."
"I can also draw up a lease agreement, if you'd prefer," he says. "Just to make things official. The paperwork will be signed today. No backing out now."
"Wouldn't dream of it," I reply, not taking my eyes off him.
"Good. And you're certain about the terms?"
"Absolutely. But you know, it'd be easier to have Iris and the rest of the girls under one roof."
"That can be arranged," Jaxon responds.
I smirk. "It'll make it easier to keep an eye on them, too. Especially since I've decided to keep Iris in charge of the whole operation."
"Really?" Jaxon's surprise is obvious. I nod, not willing to give any further explanation. "Interesting choice. She's fresh blood."
"I always choose the best people for the job. Fresh blood has new perspective."
"I can see that." He stands and offers his hand. We shake and I turn to leave. "Viper."
I pause and glance over my shoulder. "Yeah?"
"I'm glad you came back. The club could use a man like you."
I smirk. "Yeah, I'm sure you could."
As I turn the handle, Jaxon's voice calls out one more time. "By the way, you're welcome to keep using the club tonight."
"Thanks. We'll see what happens."
"Just don't break anything. It's expensive to replace."
"Yeah. Right." I give him a pointed look.
I know exactly what he's talking about–Iris.
I leave the office and shut the door.
Scarlett is standing near the VIP rooms.
She raises her eyebrow and I shrug.
I've got bigger things to worry about.
My first concern is making sure Iris is okay.
I find her in the locker room, hastily throwing her things into a bag.
She turns and her gaze meets mine. "Viper. I—uh—"
She clears her throat.
"Relax, Iris. It's going to be fine. I've got everything under control."
"Everything?"
I nod.
"You bought the club," she breathes. "Does that mean—"
"Yes. You'll no longer have to answer to Lyon. The club is mine."
"Thank God." She impulsively rushes toward me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her body against mine.
"You're welcome," I murmur, sliding my arms around her waist and holding her tight.
She tilts her head up, and our eyes meet.
A rush of emotion sweeps over me, and before I can stop myself, my lips are on hers, demanding and insistent.
I devour her, kissing her with all the pent-up frustration and desire I've been carrying for far too long.
Her tongue slides into my mouth, and our bodies are pressed together so close, not even air can pass between us.
She tastes like heaven and smells like a dream.
Our kiss is intense, a firestorm of lust and passion.
I'm fucked.
Officially, irrevocably, and completely.
The feel of her lips, her tongue, her hands all over me is nearly my undoing.
I groan as she grinds her hips against me, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to throw her down on the couch and take her right here.
Instead, I reluctantly pull away, panting heavily.
She stares at me, eyes wide, her lips swollen and red. "Viper."
"Yeah, babe?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For saving me."
"Don't thank me yet. There's still a lot to figure out."