Page 52 of Viripotent

She stops me looking for ways to maim myself as she scoffs. She looks away and crosses her arms over her chest with that filthy mouth opening

“Yeah okay, you old fuck.”

My laugh is dry, and I curl my fingers around the desk to stop from choking her.

“Watch your mouth.”

Snapping her head towards me, she tests the little patience I possess and takes two steps to stand in front of me.

“You even sound like an old man. Watch your mouth, do what I say. It’s not the 1500s anymore, Grandpa.”

I wish it was, I’d be in a fucking village and could tell my wife I’m going to sell a cow and get the fuck away from her for a couple of weeks. Falsifying my age so my brothers could move to the States with me has bitten me in the ass. I have to wait until the princess stops raging to try to fucking explain, which is the equivalent of standing in a lion’s cage hoping it turns into a cat.

Covering her mouth to stop any more shit leaving, she glares up at me and I can finally speak without her interruption.

“I was seventeen when we came to New York. Valya was seven and Vitya was six.” The glare softens and I stroke her cheek with my thumb continuing, “Getting papers that said I was ten years older made sure they stayed with me and not some fucking prick. Is that good enough for you to shut the fuck up?”

Any headway I made to get her to calm down is obliterated by the end.

My fingers are slowly peeled away from her skin one by one. She holds her fingers up as she issues more fucking rules.

“Firstly, that’s sweet and you could have just told me. Secondly, don’t ever tell me to shut the fuck up. Third, ring your bank and tell them you acted like a dickhead, so there’s going to be extra spending until I forget.”

This fucking woman. I’m not a saint but there’s no planet where I deserve this form of punishment. Her mouth and her mind are a wicked combination, add her fucking stubbornness into it and she’s driving me crazy. We might not even make it to the wedding if she continues because every day I fight the urge to rip her tongue out or kill her.

Gold strands fly over her shoulder as she spins on her heel ready to try to bankrupt me. I hook my hand over her neck and pull her back into my chest. My other wraps around her middle holding her arms at her sides as I give my list.

“First, don’t ever call me sweet. Second, you need to be told when to stop running your mouth. Third, what the fuck are you buying? There are no packages being delivered and your clothes are the same.”

She’s put more than a dent in the balance of that particular account, it resembles a crater and just like a crater it’s empty because she hasn’t actually purchased anything. If she’s on some Robin Hood mission to give all my money to the poor she better fucking stop.

She sinks into me and leans back looking over her shoulder. Fuck me, she’s beautiful when she shuts up. Ruining her beauty with her mouth, Inessa speaks slowly and infuses false joy into the words to be a fucking brat.

“You are my cutie, my little sweetie pie.”

The over-exaggerated pout has my fingers tightening around her neck, but my palm doesn’t press into her windpipe as she coos, “Kto maya lapooshychka?”

She looks proud of herself. It would be cute if she wasn’t driving me insane.

She goes back to anger hearing my plan as I muse out loud, “I’m buying you a ball gag.”

Twisting a hand behind her back, she cups my dick and moves further down until she’s cradling my balls and tries to be a vixen.

“You have two right here.”

My laugh is more air than sound as I let her neck go and lift her hair away from her face. My lips brush the shell of her ear as I ignore the lust burning through me and confirm what we both need to know.

“They’ll stay attached to my body, not in your purse.”

Flattening my palm on her sternum, my thumb presses between her tits, but I don’t look down. It’s in my periphery and my control is a single thread ready to snap at any moment. The only thing keeping the fibers together is knowing she hasn’t used anything to fix her problem. I won’t fuck her like a crazed idiot and then struggle to get back in. A man has to have clear lines on what he’s willing to do, forcing myself inside her body is the only one I have.She won’t get pregnant through rape, and I refuse to endure more of her mouth than necessary.

It’s hypocritical but I don’t give a fuck. I’ve tortured women and felt nothing, they got themselves in a position where it was required, and they won’t receive any sympathy from me. They don’t deserve protection due to not having a dick or whatever other bullshit society tells them. My brothers think I’m a piece of shit for thinking that but I’m fair, I couldn’t give a fuck about anyone on this planet, and it will never change. But there’s nothing that could justify violating Inessa in that way, there’s noreason for it and it’s weak as fuck to have an opponent that can’t fight back.

Trying to goad me into acting, she squeezes my dick and turns to face me. Her eyes are huge as her other hand travels up my chest and curls around my shoulder.

“Are you scared that I’ll laugh at your dick? It’s okay if you’re small, you can’t have everything.”

She calls me the devil, but she’s Lilith. The act falters as she feels me harden and her eyes go wide. Pulling her closer, she chases my lips as I lean forward, keeping my voice low.

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