Page 15 of Viripotent

For fuck’s sake, he goes to my neck again. I’d think he was a vampire if he used anything other than his tongue. At least there won’t be a mark on me in the morning. Just DNA I’ll be scrubbing off. Taking the card from his hand when he’s content in whatever foreplay he’s imagined, I swipe it on the lock, playing silly little drunk girl and stumbling back.

My alcohol tolerance is high enough that I don’t feel the few drinks I’ve had. Everyone wants to see the image they think fits their narrative. I’m a bitch, but dumb. Uptight and easy. It depends on the person and what they wish to assign me at that moment, but I’ll happily play my part as long as I get what I want.

None of the lights come on as he finally gets it right and kisses me. Gripping my nape, he pulls me closer, and his dick presses into my stomach. It’s a biological reaction grinding into him. Jace turns into someone I can more than tolerate as he picks me up by the back of my thighs and pushes me into the wall. There’s no burning desire. Just slow, built-up lust as I grind down, getting myself ready.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I comb my fingers through his hair at his nape. His hands are on my ass, kneading my flesh as he walks blindly towards the doors on my right. There’s no break to our lips until the moonlight illuminates the bed, and I’m set down.

Pulling my dress over my head before he can open his mouth and chase anything away, I’m fully naked in front of him and lay back, letting my legs drop open. Excitement courses through me at his eager movements, and it dims slightly, seeing him stumble with his socks in an attempt to get fully naked. My mind has built up a faceless man littered with scars and calloused hands. Jace is a rich kid, and his hands are the same as mine, having never experienced any hard work.

He steps between my thighs and strokes his dick through my slit, making me pull my hips back as I rush out, “Condom?”

He doesn’t move away and kisses my neck as he holds my tits, squeezing too hard.

“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll pull out.”

He can tuck it back in if he doesn’t have protection. Opening my mouth to tell him just that, his mouth leaves my neck, and I turn to look at him as my entire body freezes.

He doesn’t sense the danger behind him as he tries to pry the hand out of his hair.

“What the fuck? Get the fuck off me.”

Vlad’s piercing eyes are locked on my face. They don’t dip below my chin as he pulls Jace’s head further back. I’m wetterfrom his eyes on me than the naked man he’s holding, and I can’t close my legs with him thrashing between them.

The low light makes him even more menacing, and something reflects off his hand as he slowly brings it to Jace’s neck. He keeps his eyes pinned on me as he digs the knife into his throat, not deep enough to cut, and the soon-to-be-dead man has me pushing away in disgust as he trades me for his life.

“You can have her after me. Or before. I’ll do whatever you want if you let me go.”

He’s barely finished offering me up like I’m a possession to the psychotic fuck behind him when Vlad’s arm moves in a clean practiced movement.

I don’t know what I expect to happen as he holds Jace’s mouth shut, and warm liquid flows onto my skin. It’s fucked and I can’t move, there’s no fear or argument. I just can’t move with his eyes on me. The tiny sliver of light only shows parts of his face, and he pushes the now-dead fuck away.

No part of our bodies touch as he leans over me with his palm flat against the mattress beside my head. The suit he normally wears is missing, replaced by all black, making him blend into the shadows, and Vlad looks down my blood-coated body with his lips set in an appreciative smile.

“You should wear red more often.”

I’m broken and laugh. There’s a dead man lying on the floor, and I’m covered in his blood. But I laugh, and Vlad’s smile gets bigger by a fraction. It dies in my throat as he uses the bloody knife to lift my hair away, and his voice is deadly, making genuine fear fill me.

“I’ve changed my mind, you’re mine to fuck when I decide.”

He doesn’t stop lifting each strand, dirtying the blonde until it’s dark red and his voice drops, speaking to himself like he’s in a play.

“Would you let me fuck you right now? I know you’re wet, meelaya. Who is it for?”

I hate him because he seems to know shit he shouldn’t, and the need to fuck with him back has my tongue moving.

“I was enjoying my night without a single thought about you.”

He’s probably going to kill me, but I lose any self-preservation instinct and cup his groin, testing my theory.

“What’s your excuse?”

SEVEN

Inessa

He’s hard in my palm, and I squeeze through his slacks, liking the feel of him in my hand. Vlad doesn’t show anything on his face, and the knife is still there as he stares into my soul. Violence stares back at me, but there’s no evidence of it in his tone.

“I was balls deep inside a good little whore when you decided to try to become one.”

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