Page 35 of Koroleva

I had to focus, and Nikita’s arrival destabilized me. I didn’t know her intentions and needed to attend to what was truly important.

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea that the first mate of my wife and her men coexist among mine. That way, it would be much easier to try to understand what she intended.

I accelerated. Coexistence was not going to be easy, I was convinced, nor was educating her.

Koroleva grew up in the shadow of her brother, absorbing the behavior of a true Vor, which made her a difficult woman with a volatile temperament. She was a minefield camouflaged under the beauty of a meadow as green as her gaze. Beautiful and lethal. I clenched my teeth thinking of her on that stage, I came watching her, and that pissed me off tremendously.

When we arrived home, I let her off the bike and ran up the stairs two at a time. I went straight to Adriano's room to make sure he was okay.

I entered his room and breathed a sigh of relief seeing him peacefully asleep, oblivious to our disappearance and the mess that had unfolded.

I felt a lot of fear, not for the safety of the house, but because he would wake up in the middle of one of his nightmares and not find me. His panic attacks left him trembling and broken. He still didn't want to talk to me about them, he didn't feel enough trust yet, having only been with us for six months. He wasn’t overly talkative and was still struggling to open up.

I watched him. His expression was relaxed, his mouth slightly open, and his dark hair falling messily over his forehead. He looked like a normal child, tired after a day full of emotions, nothing more.

I stroked his soft hair and gave him a light kiss on the forehead.

"Do you kiss him without brushing your teeth? I hope at least you didn't eat your whore's pussy before doing that."

The remark, thrown from the door, made me jump up.

My wife had time to undress and put on a robe, full of transparencies, to look at me defiantly from the door frame.

I walked over to her to avoid shaking her inside. I didn't feel like arguing in my son's room.

I stormed out and the first thing I did was grab her by the neck, slamming her against the wall while with my heel I pushed the edge of the door to close it without too much noise.

She didn't stop my grip, continuing to look at me defiantly. It seemed she was evaluating if I was capable of going further with her provocations.

"I swear right now all I want is for you to stop breathing," I threatened her. Nikita smiled.

I was leaving just enough space for a little oxygen to get into her lungs, if I pressed harder, she would run out of air.

"And what's stopping you? We both know it wouldn’t be the first time you've finished someone off." I clenched my teeth until they hurt.

"I have plenty of reasons," I growled, releasing her to punch the wall. The temptation to see that body break was too great.

"And what's stopping you?" she goaded. I wasn't going to tell her.

"I don't kill women." She let out a laugh.

"What nonsense. Why? Do you consider us weak?"

"Rather because I prefer to screw them. All of them, except you. I'm not going to touch you again." She raised her eyebrows and the corners of her lips. I saw a challenge in those green pupils.

"Do you really think I would let you when you stink of second-rate pussy? Honey, I'm no one's second choice. And, as much as you've been with that redhead, your body says you wanted to fuck me. Tough for you." Her hand flew to my groin, which immediately hardened.

"If you say it because my dick gets hard, I'll tell you that my cock usually likes any wet hole. It's me who decides where it goes, and I'd never sink it into you, who has proven to open your legs to anyone."

Nikita pursed her lips and spat in my face, angry. Her saliva fell on my beard. I grabbed her face and returned the gesture against her mouth.

She screamed indignantly and I rubbed the wet part of my cheek over her lips.

"What are you doing?!"

"Returning what's yours. You're not going to provoke me with such childish tricks as that."

"Let go!" she exclaimed, finding herself pinned by my body. "You stink of her!"

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