Page 131 of Viripotent

“I was joking, meelaya.”

It’s a partial lie. It wasn’t well thought out, but she’d look good on my hand, like a puppet. She softens again as she looks up at me, there’s no disgust or pity staring at me. My queen won’t use that shit she’s seen as a way of thinking she has any power over me. She’s good and honest with her brattiness. She has something I will never possess, morality. For anyone else it’s a weakness, but it’s her sword and her shield. I will protect that good in her until my dying breath.

I can’t voice my gratitude and press it into her cheek as she wraps her arms around my middle. I should know better than to trust her gentle eyes, but she’s mesmerizing, and I let her have the order.

“I’m hungry, get me some food.”

Patting her ass, I pull her with me so she’s walking backwards and get cleaned up. Her hands don’t leave my skin as the warm spray beats down on us and she leans up on her toes, pressing her lips to my jaw. She’s always too sensitive right after I’ve fucked her, and I cup my hand between her thighs collecting the warm water to help soothe her.

Her stomach rumbles and my voice hardens, “When was the last time you ate?”

She’s not usually shy and she’ll steal Vitali’s plate if she can’t be bothered warming her own food with them all being pre-prepared. One thing I know about my wife, she’s a terrible liar and her tell is in her eyes as she looks away, and hugs me with both arms. Her mumble is low in the hopes the water drowns it out, but I hit the switch, changing the pressure.

“I was nervous you’d get hurt.”

I pull back so I can see her face and so she can see there’s no fucking argument.

“You do not starve yourself, ever. If you’re angry, nervous, fucking pissed at me, and want to kill me, you will still force yourself to eat around those emotions, or I’ll do it for you.”

She rolls her eyes and turns, giving me her back as she deadpans, “You say the sweetest shit to me, I could pass out from the butterflies taking flight.”

It’s laughable that she thinks she wants sweet, she wants rough and violent, or she’d be bored making some nobody into her bitch.

There’s no more discussion because her stomach fucking rumbles again, and I grab her nape, forcing her to walk backwards into my chest as I rush through the steps and make sure she’s cleaned up. The other fuckers will all be awake after the fight, and no one is going to see my queen with cum on her apart from me.She isn’t some captive to be locked in her room all night and I want her to be comfortable around the others in the chance that when I’m gone, they’ll keep her here and she won’t even think of leaving.

It’s ironic when we step out of the spray, and she tries to look presentable when she has spa sessions with Vitali and Viktor. The three of them sit by the pool with random shit on their faces, but she’s suddenly concerned about looking foolish, and goes to the vanity to dry her hair. Holding her nape, I pull her away from the bathroom, not caring that her hair is dripping as we walk. The robe is long enough to cover anything they shouldn’t see, not thinking the same she freezes seeing where I’m pulling her.

She looks up at me like I’m an idiot and holds her hand out, gesturing to herself, “I’m not dressed.”

More of her body is covered than she would be in the silk she sleeps in, and I don’t bother arguing. I fucked up losing concentration for the first time because of her antics and I’m notgoing to let it happen again. I need to watch what I did wrong to overcome it. So, I pick her up to stop any arguments and throw her over my shoulder. She doesn’t grumble and relaxes, letting me carry her through the house.

Inessa doesn’t eat alone. It’s a weird habit and she’ll only pick at food unless there are other people there, so who fucking knows when she last ate.

My brothers are fucking slobs, both of them sat in shorts like stoned fucking teenagers with snacks laid out in front of them. The youngest even looks high and holds his arms up shouting, “The parents are here.”

I spoilt them both, this is my punishment for going easy on them. I don’t know what Inessa’s excuse is as she straightens, trusting I won’t drop her and addresses her subjects.

“Don’t even try to compare me to your cunt of a mother.”

Her foul mouth is given a free pass due to the topic; the word is too nice to describe Anika. Setting her on the sofa, she fits in, arguing with the other two fuckers like she’s family. I leave them to battle out whatever new topic they’ve decided on and I turn to go to the office when I’m stopped. Inessa doesn’t look at me or give an order, she’s looped her little finger in mine and squeezes gently. Fucking adorable.

I’ve never sat with my brothers now we’re all adults. As teenagers, they were wild, getting into as much shit as they could and calling me to fix it when it blew up in their faces. But they’re not kids who need me anymore, they’re grown men who take my instructions. It’s intrusive to take their free time away from them.

But my queen is a brat even in silence and squeezes my finger three times. Sitting beside her, I physically fit in without my suit. There’s no discomfort, and the switch is automatic as Valentin plays the fight without breaking his conversation. I could addten years on to my fake age and it would still be too young for how I fucking feel.

These kids are grown-ass men, the same people that would come home from school and color my tattoos in because I didn’t have money for the fancy shit to occupy them.They have every games console, car, a fucking stable now. Every wish they had as children has been given to them, but unease is still there saying it isn’t enough.

Tapping against my knee I remind myself of what made me.

Forefinger, Len. Middle finger, Anika. Ring finger, Piotr.

Doing the repetition, I list what kept me.

Forefinger, Valyusha. Middle finger, Vitya. Ring finger, Vanya.

What will save me.

Forefinger, Valyusha. Middle finger, Vitya. Ring finger, Vityenka.

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