Page 118 of Viripotent

“I thought you were going to leave me, and I don’t know why I’m crying.”

She ends on a watery laugh as I pick her up and make sure her body is covered. She doesn’t hesitate in wrapping her legs around me and fitting her arms through the sleeves before hugging my neck and sniffling. My promise is easy, even if it’s a lie.

“I won’t leave you.”

Her wet nose brushes my skin as she nods into my neck and wraps her arms tighter around me. I want my normal bratty Inessa back, so ask, “Are you wiping your snot on me?”

She nods again with more force as she pushes her nose into my skin, letting me relax.

Leaving the rest of our clothes, I walk easily, holding her ass to make sure no can see her, and the guards turn, seeing our state. They can’t see anything with a jacket covering her body but it’s not hard to read the context. If they imagine her naked body, I’ll be in the image too and my features are deadly, daring them to even fucking try.

I keep her attached to me as I go to our floor and prolong it for as long as possible by going into the bathroom. It’s not as awkward keeping her there as I fill the tub. It’ll help soothe the soreness from being in the same position for so long and she stirs in my arms, getting the wrong idea.

“Can I have a nap first?”

Kissing her crown instead of answering, she settles and lays back on my shoulder. I left my knife, so I can’t cut the fabric away, making me disturb her when she’s comfortable.

“Pick your arms up, meelaya.”

The grumbling in my neck doesn’t stop her moving, and she limply holds her arms out, letting me take the jacket off her.

She wraps them around me straight away and holds on to me like a koala as I try to put her in the water.

“Let go, it will make you feel better tomorrow.”

She’s all grumpy and adorable, shaking her head and holding me tighter as I dip her in the water like a fucking teabag. She rolls her eyes when I say her name in warning and slinks into the tub.

I usually leave after fucking her. But that’s in a bed and when she’s all sleepy, not when her ass is full of stripes and there are tears drying on her cheeks. Getting rid of the rest of my clothes, I stay in my boxers and find her shampoo. Wide eyes full of surprise reach me but her mouth stays shut as I sit on the edge and rinse her hair. She stops me as I uncap the shampoo by holding my wrist and vulnerability fills the room.

“Can you sleep with me tonight?”

My body is exhausted after chasing any information on Yulia and not sleeping last night, but I can go another twenty-four hours without and agree easily.

“Yeah malysh, close your eyes and keep your head back.”

Her lashes slowly flutter, and she forgets that mine are still open as the softest smile lifts her lips. I kiss her forehead and stroke her hair back, making sure there are no strands that can get shampoo in her eyes before slowly wetting the strands and cleaning her up while she drifts into sleep.

FORTY-FOUR

Vlad

There’s a warm, unmoving body half laid on top of me. Opening my eyes slowly as lights try to blind me, my wife stares up at me. All the lights in the room are on, but it’s still dark outside. It’s fucked that this is the first time I’ve woken up with her when she’s so fucking beautiful, and my gaze goes to her neck automatically. There’s no bruising or red marks, and the brat pokes my abs.

“Don’t stare at someone’s tits this early on a morning, it’s rude.”

I lift her up and place her on my chest fully,then cross my arms over her back, caging her in. It’s too fucking early when I don’t need to be up. Closing my eyes, the probing finger comes back, hitting me in my cheek, but I don’t move. If she keeps her mouth shut, I’ll be able to get some more rest.Her ugly-ass orange pants are against my legs and I’m sure I threw them out.

How many pairs of them does she own? More importantly why does she own even one? They’re hideous despite how soft they feel against my thighs as she wriggles, getting comfortable.

Inessa does the opposite of what I require for peace, and she opens her mouth, unsurprisingly.

“Who knew Vlad wasn’t a morning person?”

She’s speaking to herself, and I interrupt her conversation without opening my eyes.

“I’m not a person person.”

Crossing her hands on my chest, she’s staring at me, and I give her the attention she’s craving.

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