Page 100 of Viripotent

The stuttered moan betrays my lie, we both know I’m bullshitting. Wanting to wreck the devil, I push all my weight back trying to sit up and he doesn’t let go of my hands so it’s harder. My chest is pushed forward like an offering, and he flattens his palm on my sternum, he can feel how my heart is hammering. Shaking my hair out of my face, refusing to let anything but power be seen, I lift my hips and slam back down inelegantly.

I have to use my knees to guide my movements because the controlling bastard refuses to give me my arms. I build my own rhythm and he becomes my cheerleader.

“Watching you ride my dick is the best thing I’ve ever fucking seen.” He slaps the side of my tits, a moan gets trapped in my throat, and his commentary continues, “My little jockey.”

He needs to take his own advice and shut the fuck up.

Lifting up as high as I can with him restraining me, I pause and lock onto the icy eyes that fill me with warmth. I slowly drop down, making sure I clench and massage his dick until I’m fully seated, loving the awe watching me. I love this part the most, the way I can taunt him, and he never pushes me away.

“You’re a whore not a horse.”

My insult doesn’t work and the cocky shit smirks, pushing his hips up and declaring, “I’m a thoroughbred, meelaya.”

I’ve spent too much time with Vlad and picked up his habit of letting outrageous things leave my mouth.

“More like inbred, lapackha.”

We both freeze and our laughs are mirrored, it loosens his hold on my wrists. He’s so fucking beautiful, especially when he laughs. It’s unfair to look the way he does and carry all that ugliness of his character defects in the same package. Dropping forward, I seal our lips together, wanting to taste his rare lightness. He massages down my back, the heels of his palms digging into my muscles until he cups my ass and squeezes.

His thrusts are slow, and we meet each other as I thread my fingers through his hair. The usually silky strands are sticking together but I love it. It gets better when he crosses his arms around me and squeezes. He does it on purpose, making sure that his biceps rub against my ribs, and I moan into him. My fingers tighten in his hair as I pull his head up and go to his neck. There’s a clean patch of skin below his jaw and I claim that as mine as I bite into it.

My body jolts forward as he slams his hand off my ass and roughly says, “No marks, meelaya.”

I sit up pouting and say half seriously, “But how will anyone know you’re mine?”

I get distracted when he pushes his hands under his head, his muscles pulled taut as they form triangles beside his beautiful face, and I clench. He takes in a controlled breath, his abs constricting, and I do it again, feeling the muscles move under my fingertips. My confession is breathed out accidentally as I roll my hips.

“You’re so beautiful it hurts.”

As soon as the words have left me, I want to claw them back with the temperature dropping in the room.

The playfulness disappears and Vlad springs up with hellfire in his eyes. He grabs my hair in his fist and keeps me at an arm’s length. It’s like the night he choked me, there’s something else that has taken over his body. He stares at my face without any recognition as he looks at me with utter disgust and his otherhand wraps around my neck. He flips us over and drags me off his dick to reposition me, so my ass is in the air and my face is buried in the sheets. There’s no stupid taunt or angry order as he slams into me, and my scream is muffled into the mattress.

It’s not for pleasure, he wants to hurt me. Or whoever he’s seeing in his mind’s eye. My head is pushed deeper into the plush material. The sting on my ass is nothing when my insides recoil at the disgust in his voice.

“You are a dirty fucking whore.”

Slapping against the other side, I choke at the command.

“Tell me what you are,” he demands.

I can’t speak with the material in my face, but I still try to shake my head.

“You’re nothing,” he cruelly says.

It doesn’t work and I can feel my air cutting off.

“Used and fucking worthless.”

Stretching my right hand behind me, I hold his wrist with the other, and I can feel hard muscle against my fingertips.Spit touches my cheek and I flinch as my tears fall.

He continues fucking me and his knuckles are digging into my scalp as he pushes me further into the bed.

“Say it!”

The scream has me flinching even more violently and I openly sob, trying to get him to see me.

“Vlad?”

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