Page 112 of Viripotent

He lets go of my neck and I stumble back. The edge of the cool metal trough touches the back of my knees, but I can’t feel it. He takes half a step back. It’s not to give me space or even the illusion of it as his hand comes up with metal glinting in the low lights. The cold metal of his knife is barely touching my skin as he traces my collarbones, but I suck in a breath like it will stop it cutting into my flesh when he changes his mind.

He moves the blade under the strap of my dress over my right shoulder and pulls up, cutting through it. My chest is half exposed, and he keeps his eyes locked on mine as he goes to the other side silently. I don’t want his silence, or dismissals.Looking down at my peaked nipples, his jaw clenches and he flicks his eyes back up.

“Wear a bra when you’re riding. Do you want everyone to see your tits bouncing?!”

Humiliation colors my skin at his tone and I try to move back, but the wall stops me.

So, I use my voice and try to push away the way it hurts.

“I’ve told you not to speak to me like that.”

He takes a step forward and grabs my jaw. His eyes are wilder, more violent, as a small crease forms between his brows and he stares between each of my eyes individually. There’s a moment when I can see he’s found something, but it doesn’t have any light, just more darkness. It sticks to his laugh and his voice.

“They weren’t just empty threats, were they?”

I should be afraid, but I’m confused and ask.

“What threats?”

His hand tightens on my jaw and he spits out between gritted teeth., “You fucking anything that moved. How many have you fucked?”

My hand itches to slap him again but I grab his fist holding the knife. He doesn’t try to fight me as I do the stupidest thing possible and bring it to my own neck.

“Do it, if you think so little of me that I would cheat and lay in someone else’s bed, do it.”

His hands loosen, both around my jaw and the knife, but he doesn’t move and continues searching my eyes.

I increase the pressure of the knife and dare him.

“Do it, we both know you’re only projecting your sins on me.”

The stillness turns deadly, and he blinks, staring at my features before ripping his hand out of mine without the blade touching my skin.

The bar where we tie the reins is digging into my ass, making my hips push forward into the bastard as he cuts away my dress. I’m naked in a fucking stable stall and my panties are acting like a pocket square in his suit jacket. I reach forward to snatch them back because I don’t like them being there anymore, but he knocks my wrist away with his forearm and drops his knife to grab the arm.

FORTY-TWO

Inessa

He holds both of my wrists in one hand against my stomach and reaches for something behind me. My heart is pounding with excitement, seeing the long leather reins in his hands and it ignores the anger. It’s what makes me speak, trying to convince us both of something that’s not true.

“You won’t hurt me.”

I know he won’t, he hesitated, and he never hesitates.

He laughs without any humor, shattering the illusion I’ve built as he wraps the thin leather strips around my wrist.

“I’d fuck your throat until you couldn’t speak if I could bear to waste my cum.”

Tugging on my bound wrists, he pulls me forward, and this Vlad is worse than all the others.

“You have one fucking purpose. Carry my child, then get the fuck out of my life.”

My tongue isn’t capable of moving with the emotion choking me. He’s never been this fucking cruel. Towards me anyway.

He twists me so I’m facing the wall and my foot slips from the abrupt movement, but I don’t fall. He’s focused, single-mindedon his goal, as he presses between my shoulder blades, and I’m bent in half. He pulls my arms out and secures them to the chain. I don’t tug. I like this side of him as long as he doesn’t use his tongue to inflict damage.

It’s too much to hope for and he doesn’t allow it to take root. He kicks my feet apart and I rest my head on my bicep so I can see him through the strands covering my face. He’s a beautiful bastard, moving with ease, shrugging out of his suit jacket and folding it over the gate. The cufflinks are removed next, he’s meticulously undressing and setting the items down without any urgency while I’m bare and bent over.

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