Page 51 of Viripotent

He thinks I’m intelligent?

I’m not focusing on the right part when he’s technically insulting me.

He walks us into our room and sets me on my feet. As soon as I’m out of his arms, the insults sink in, and I can feel his toothbrush calling my name from the bathroom. Moving closer to it, Vlad copies me, walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on. His back is to me, and I linger at the vanity making sure he can’t see me through the mirror. My hand pauses in midair at the threat bouncing off the tile.

“Do it and I’ll wipe my ass with your pillow.”

I’m a picture of innocence, minus the blood that’s dried on my skin and clothes, as I turn around and sweetly lie.

“I wasn’t going to do anything.”

He doesn’t believe me and turns around, taking large steps until he’s stood at my back, and he moves his toothbrush to the other side like the extra few inches could stop me. He stretches up while I admire his reflection and pulls a bag from a compartment above the mirror. His hand rests on the counter, caging me in, but he doesn’t allow any part of our bodies to touch as he gives another order.

“Everything off, you can buy a new dress with my card.”

Remembering the bill I’ve already racked up, I pull my dress over my head and mourn my heels. They take too long to break in, and my feet already hurt just thinking about it.

I turn and hold his shoulder as I step out of them, and he acts like a prick making me smile wider.

“What did you spend a hundred grand on?”

His eyes don’t drop from my face despite only being in my underwear and I pat his cheek feeling proud of myself.

“You need to refresh, lapachka, I was up to a hundred and thirty by midday.”

It became a game, and each dollar was a point in my name.That was only three hours damage. I can’t wait to find out what score I’ll get after twelve hours now that I’m not expecting it to automatically decline.

Turning around, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and let them drop to the floor. Before I can unhook my bra, calloused fingers brush my back and electricity works up my spine as it’s undone. I automatically lean into his touch. His hands don’t go anywhere indecent, and his eyes are fixed on mine through the mirror. I can see his hands move before I can feel them moving across my shoulders and my bra falls to the floor.

Steam flows around us, but it’s nothing compared to the anticipation of wanting him to touch me. The blood staining hishands makes me trust him more not less, and I want beastly Vlad to come out. I’m building a fantasy where he leaves me with marks and begging for more. Dipping his head, he lifts my hair off my shoulder and my lids become heavy as he softly blows against my neck. My breathing does the same as he presses the full expanse of his body into mine and walks me towards the shower.

His lips part as though he wants to say something but no sound leaves. Until he kills my lust. He gently presses against the middle of my back and orders.

“Get cleaned up.”

My eyes open to watch him take a step back and I walk under the spray expecting him to follow me. The shower is huge, one single pane of glass separates it from the rest of the room but there are no sounds of his clothes being removed. I turn in time to see Vlad walking out holding the bag filled with my bloody clothes and shoes. There’s not a scrap of fabric left over, even my panties are missing as I deflate. He’s such an unfeeling prick.

Even if we’re only getting married to get divorced, we could be friends or cordial. I don’t want the father of my child to hate me and vice versa. My parents hate each other, they always used me in some fucking mind game when their bitching didn’t work, and I want more for my own. The thought of setting up a co-parenting plan with Vlad is ridiculous, he’d just demand everything and be a total dick.He’ll probably have a timetable to fuck me and demand I’m not allowed to come because that’s too human for his neurotic brain.

TWENTY-ONE

Vlad

Leaving Inessa to storm after me, I go to the bar set up in the lounge and get ahead with my drinking. Between her tantrums and my brothers’, the only mature person in this fucking house is a child. Said child pokes his head around the corner with the immature fuck Vitali copying him as Inessa flings her bag on the floor.

I wonder if I could get an IV with the highest proof liquor pumped straight in my veins. It would be easier to deal with everyone’s moods. Taking another sip, she stands in front of me with her hands on her hips full of rage. Somewhere along the line she has become immune to my threats, and she doesn’t flinch at my stare.

Before she can open her mouth and openly disrespect me, I grab her arm, pulling her behind me into the office. Her lips part and I hold my hand up, kicking the door closed. Once we’re alone, sealed away from other ears that are probably going to be pressed against the fucking door, I become her audience and lean against the edge of my desk.

The anger infuses her words, and she looks disgusted at her own thoughts.

“You’re old enough to be my father, for fuck’s sake.”

I know she’s thinking of the legal sense, but my mind tapers off at how close she is. Choosing to go with honesty and her own thought pattern, I try to get her to calm the fuck down.

“It’s not my actual age. I’m thirty-eight.”

Someone must have invented some technology that can mute people, man have landed on the fucking moon, but I’m stuck on earth with her mouth and attitude. I could drill through my ears and have peace.

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