Page 28 of Viripotent

He’s a lying fuck and can’t look me in the eye. His gulp is audible at the dark undertone of my voice as I follow tradition.

“K chyorty.”

I mean it literally rather than as thanks and his eyes dart to the side. Tapping his back with too much force, my smile widens, and I keep any emotion of the topic out of my question.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

I stare in the direction of the venue where my bride will be. It isn’t a lie, Inessa is beautiful, but those beautiful packages only lead to pain.

It hurts because of the beauty.

He relaxes, being an even bigger dumb fuck, and blows out a steady stream of smoke as he sinks into false security. Continuing with the false niceties, I bullshit further, seeing how much I can get out of him.

“Given your shared history, I’m sure you agree with me. After all, Inessa has told me everything.”

Fear comes back, and he turns to stone under my hand.

Assessing his chances of survival, Pavel relaxes again, thinking I’m not a threat. His voice is steadier and the excitement in his eyes is disgusting.

“You know what young girls are like, they see an older man and become a tease trying to entice him.”

Young girl and older man are not things that should be said in the same sentence. He doesn’t give a timeframe of when he was lusting after her, she’s only in her early twenties and this sick chuski is reliving a memory.

He looks at me with camaraderie around a drag of his cigarette, before saving himself at the last minute as sweat beads across his temple.

“She was eighteen the first time I saw her at her parents’ house. I’m an honorable man and refused her advances despite the short dresses she would wear.”

Even if she was fucking naked, he should keep his dick to himself. She was already promised to my family at that point, destined to be a Vartanova, and not meant to be tainted with his unworthy touch.

Smiling easily, I grip his shoulder and he physically crumbles, the little bitch. My hand moves of its own volition asmy fist flies into his crotch and the air leaves him. I keep him standing with my hold on his shoulder, my fingers digging into his suit and creasing the material. My threat holds too much excitement at the promise of him overstepping.

“Go near my wife again and we’ll have another discussion, chuski.” I let him drop and I can’t even bask in the satisfaction as heels click against the stone and Inessa paces above us.

She’s stood alone and can’t see us without the outdoor lights on, but her emotions are clearly written on her features. My ice princess bride is supposed to be a force, not a fucking wallflower. I dig the heel of my shoe into Pavel’s nasty dick and hold my finger over my lips when he mumbles in pain. His chest stutters, so I do it harder seeing how much he’ll be able to take. Here I was thinking my engagement would be boring, it’s becoming fun, and I step off his crotch to do the same to his cheek and feel his teeth try to fight the pressure.

I leave him in the ball he’s created as he cradles his dick and take the steps silently. She’s striking even in low light, and she flinches when I’m stood behind her. I don’t like the way she’s acting, not because it makes her weak. It’s a feeling I’ve had when my brothers done the same when they were children, protectiveness.They’d run away in an attempt to hide from Len or Anika and they’d always pace waiting for me in the one place that was just ours. Each time they’d look up with the widest eyes and silent pleas for me not to take them home. That same protectiveness overtakes me now.

Turning her to face me, I tilt her chin up with my knuckles and anger burns in her eyes. This woman is something else, she wasn’t pacing due to being upset, but because she was pissed. She cuts me off from asking anything and offers the information easily.

“Go choke your mother again, she doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up.”

If Inessa thinks that someone is speaking too much or saying the wrong thing, then I know there’s definitely an issue.She stares at my lips as I try to hold back my laugh or pointing out my observation. Her hiss flows slowly with a threat that she would never be able to act on.

“Don’t even say it.”

Stroking her bottom lip, her dark eyes pull me closer, and she looks up at me like I’m not a monster for once.

“What did she say, meelaya?”

The reminder has her eyes hardening and taking a step back, turning into the brat.

“I’m not living with her. I swear to God I’ll shoot her in the head over breakfast if you even try to make me.”

Scratching my lip to cover my laugh doesn’t work, and she takes a step forward as her tantrum takes hold.

“It’s not funny. I’m being serious, you’ll be drinking your coffee with her brain splattered on the table.”

“Tea.”

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