Page 18 of Viripotent

Vlad

Idon’t know if it’s bad or good luck that led me to Inessa. The chances of her picking up the one sick fuck I set in my sights are slim, but adding it to the exact night I was going to make my offer is a devious intervention. The robe she’s wrapped in feels the same as the towels I stole when Val was born, and it’s like I’m a dumbass teenager again with less blood on my hands, and the brutality in my veins hasn’t fully set in.

As though I’ve conjured him with my thoughts, Valentin’s name flashes on my phone. Answering before it cuts off, the child speaking has my full attention.

“Are you coming home now?”

Viktor never says hello or bye on a call. He just jumps right in and gets away with ordering everyone around. Telling him no, he cuts me off, trying to argue.

“But the monsters are going to come out with only Dad here. Tali can’t fight, and Dima isn’t here.”

I can’t help my laugh, knowing Val’s going to be pouting over the insult. Proving my thoughts right, he tries to defend himself by arguing with his own son over his ability.

“What the fuck? I can fight. Why are you making it sound like I’m some little bitch?”

This is why everything is so important. Those three Vartanovs are safe, and they fall under my responsibility. Without it, there are no childish laughs. A father won’t be free to playfully reprimand his son, showing he’s strong. He’ll become weak and force his child to bear proof of his power on his skin and in broken bones.

Their argument comes to an end, and Viktor’s eye roll is audible.

“Okay, you’re strong too. But Vlad is the strongest.”

He’s like a mini-me, always vying for my attention, and I agree easily.

“I’m the biggest monster there is. You’ll always be safe. Now go to sleep, and I’ll wake you up in the morning.”

Turning into his father, Viktor pouts and gives a subdued agreement, getting off the phone.

A strong voice comes from behind me, making me swerve as Inessa issues her threat.

“If anyone finds out about the bitch, I’ll kill her and you. I won’t tolerate you disrespecting me publicly.”

She needs to control her tongue. She flexes it too much, thinking there won’t be any repercussions, and I pick up on her wording.

“You want me to disrespect you privately?”

I’ve never been into power play dynamics. It’s too much headache when I spend my days doing that shit. I’d rather not hyper-focus when I’m fucking, but the thought of having the ice-cold façade crack while I fuck her is enticing. She abruptly sits up and pushes her head between the seats as her voice drops to deadly proportions.

“It’s not a fucking joke. You can fuck who you want, but you’ll be restricted from touching me for six months after each interaction.”

There’s barely enough time in the fucking day to get my dick sucked, never mind chasing whatever ass she thinks I am. Not giving her that bit of information, I spoil her mood, reminding us both of the agreement.

“I’ll fuck you until you give me an heir, and then I’m free to do what I want.”

Pushing her head further forward, her smile is off and there’s hesitance in her words.

“So will I.”

Her ploy is transparent as glass thinking I’ll be jealous.

“I’ll fuck who I want and even get married to an actual human being.”

Turning to give her the attention she’s craving, my laugh is dark, not giving a fuck what she does.

“You can die for all I care. It would save me time on the paperwork. As long as it’s after you’ve given me a child, feel free to stop breathing.”

Nostrils flaring, chest rapidly rising and falling, she lashes out physically and verbally.

“Fuck you. Gan don.”

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