Page 11 of Viripotent

He takes half a step back and crosses his arms over his chest. Biceps have always been my weakness, and my eyes are locked in front of me. They’re biteable and I want to press my finger into them to test his muscles. Snapping his fingers in front of my face, there’s a mix of humor and impatience staring back at me when I look up.

“What did he say?”

I go back into my trance when he folds his arms again. It loosens my tongue, and there’s no emotion replaying the conversation.

“I should keep my mouth shut and my legs open when I take his name.”

The beautiful view in front of me is disturbed as he unfolds his arms and delicately holds my chin in a way that I wouldn’t think he was capable of. That softness doesn’t reach his voice as he traces my bottom lip, and his piercing eyes bore into my soul.

“You’ll take my name, and you don’t talk about fucking with anyone but me. Especially that suka.”

I don’t focus on him insulting his father. I can’t stop where my thoughts lead, given all his commands like I’m some whore who’s failed her training.

“I thought I was supposed to ‘fix my problem’?”

His lips lift a fraction, and his laugh is more air than sound as he keeps stroking my lip.

“You got my gift. Work your way up in sizes until you’re ready for me.”

My skin is on fire, not just my chest or cheeks. But every part of the organ covering me is bright red. Having sex toys delivered to you should be something you anticipate, not a gift randomly given with a sarcastic note. I stroke his bicep to distract from my embarrassment and give into my desire in the smallest way, and smile without any joy. I can’t help myself feeling him flex under the material and squeeze for nothing but my own pleasure as I drop my voice.

“Oh, lapackha, maybe I want to use them on you.”

He doesn’t even pause. He leans closer to me until our noses are barely touching. His voice lowers and fills with gravel that causes electricity to travel through my spine.

“You want to be fucked, to lay back and feel pleasure selfishly without putting in any work. You’re not dominant but a true fucking princess,meelaya.”

The air in my lungs freezes, neither of us moving as my eyes dart in a triangle between his eyes and lips.

He’s beautiful. It would be pointless denying it. A strong jaw, sharp features, and dark inky hair that contrasts against his lighteyes. But he won’t be satisfying. There’s too much arrogance around him. Vlad does the same as his phone rings, and he keeps the closeness as he answers before it cuts off. There’s no greeting, and he suddenly steps back, filled with anger and moving around me without any information as he storms out of his office.

It’s a good reminder that this is what my life is going to be. Any instance where we might get closer or get to know each other will always be overtaken by his violent needs. I refuse to be in a marriage of inequality, it’s an agreement like anything else in business and he can’t just banish me like I’m his subordinate.

FIVE

Vlad

The doctor looks fearful before I’ve even fully stepped in the room. Never a good sign. Standing to the side, I wait for the fucker to stop speaking in medical terms like I’m one of his peers.

“Will he be able to walk?”

I don’t give a fuck if Vitali has a limp for the rest of his life or needs a stick or a wheelchair. I just need to know what accommodations need to be made.

Swallowing around his fear, the doctor plays diplomat, not wanting to promise shit after the fuck up his previous colleague made with Viktor when he was sick.

“His chances are good with the joint not shattering. Only time will tell how well he will heal. He needs to keep any weight off it for six weeks and then physical therapy.”

I nod and open the door, telling him to fuck off without the words.

Dima stands guard at the edge of the hall, knowing not to let anyone close as I watch the doctor toddle away as fast as he can. I wait for him to escape and turn to my brothers. I don’t even need to look at Valentin to know he’s getting close to one of histantrums again. Speaking to the one that’s injured, I give him the truth now we’re alone.

“You done good Vitya, how you feeling?”

He holds his palm in the air and begins tilting it as he speaks through a dopey smile.

“Got a drill through my kneecap, but I’ve also got morphine, so it’s balanced.”He groans in mental pain rather than physical before complaining, “You could have told me they were here. I would have stayed in that fucking basement for some peace.”

He fills with hope as the drugs work through his system, making him babble. “Do I get out of family time because I’m so weak a little girl had to save me?”

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