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“V drugoy zhizni.” Then moves to my other cheek doing the same. “Ili drugaya planeta.”

When he reaches my lips, I move my head back to ask what he’s talking about, but he offers it with his demons showing in his eyes.

“Ya byl by tvoim.”

Tears burn the back of my eyes and I turn my head before he can kiss me. His soft lips skin my cheek and I press my hand flat on his chest. My voice doesn’t betray me as I sit taller like hisdick isn’t inside me, and my heart isn’t aching, and say coolly, “Don’t touch me when you belong to someone else.”

The gentleness remains as he strokes across my jaw and turns my face to him. There’s no hint of a lie on his features as he softly adds, “And you would be mine.Wedon’t belong to other people;weare the people that own others.”

I smile up at him and feel that ache be soothed entirely.

“So, you admit we’re equals?” I ask to force him to admit it.

He hums and presses a chaste kiss to my lips before answering. “If I say yes, will you shut up for twenty-four hours?”

He has to ruin everything, and I take a vow of silence to prove how much he’ll hate it. His lips move across my jaw as he waits for an answer, but I stare at the shower panel. The glass shows him between my legs, and I get to watch his muscles constrict. Stupid, handsome asshole. He flexes, knowing what I’m doing, and I give in, biting into his traps as I stroke up his back. He laughs and squeezes my nape, forcing me back. His hands are gentle, massaging my thigh and matching his lips moving over mine.

Pulling out of me equally gently, he steps back, bringing my face with him until he smirks. I abruptly break our connection as I fight the urge not to kick him in the shin. He holds his hand up and I’m not an idiot so I take it because it’s him and even if he was covered in red, I wouldn’t refuse. I expect him to walk me into the shower or to bed but Vlad sets me on my feet and moves to the side. Pressing between my shoulder blades until I’m bent in half, I’m torn between wanting him to fuck me again and knowing I’ll be too sore.

That leaves when he pulls my ass cheeks apart and I clench trying to stop the inspection. I’m not embarrassed about my body, it’s just him seeing me so openly. He traces my lips with his thumb, and I stupidly relax at the awe in his voice.

“I didn’t think your pussy could get more beautiful, but you’re swollen and full of my cum, malysh.”

Heat touches my ass as I bite my lip to mute myself. It’s not physical heat and my face burns, knowing that he’s staring.

I try to get him to look literally anywhere else, but my voice isn’t forceful enough with my head upside down.

“Do you need to stare?”

I know Vlad is a prick, and I don’t expect him to change, but he makes me wish I did as he says, “It stared at me first.”

Why the fuck can’t he stay inside me so he’s at least halfway normal? Sucking in a playful breath, he massages my ass and chases away any good feelings with his stupid fucking tongue.

“Now if it winks at me, I’ll never be able to look away.”

I can’t stand up with him holding me and my laugh has no sound, making my chest shake at his ridiculousness. It doesn’t stop his musing.

“I could hold you like a bowling ball.”

Not caring about how idiotic I look, I crab walk forward and straighten. He’s a fucking prick and the humor staring at me doesn’t make me soften.

FORTY-EIGHT

Vlad

The ice princess shouldn’t be a façade. It was supposed to be who she was to prevent this shit. Inessa was supposed to be nothing. A stepping stone to where I need to be in order to secure my family, but she’s become the frame of the very thing I want to protect. I don’t push the emotional moment away. I obliterate it, knowing it’s going to make her feel like shit for now, but it’ll stop anything worse in the future.

Crossing her arms over her beautiful tits, she looks powerful with my cum running down her thigh.

“Seriously? Can you not say stupid shit all the fucking time? A bowling ball?”

Everyone has their chosen methods of control. Some push it into their tongue, making them more palatable to society, but mine is solely reserved for the fuckers in this house who throw tantrums.

I try to hide my humor at her anger and hold up two fingers while extending my thumb giving her a visual.

“Yeah, like this. Two in your cunt and my thumb in your ass, easy strike.”

Her jaw goes lax, and I want to take it back and have the sweet, soft Inessa who couldn’t stop touching me. But that’s weak as fuck, so I wrap my arms around her middle and sway side to side, hoping she comes back to life.

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