Page 53 of Viripotent

“I don’t need to shout about the size of my dick because I’m not an insecure boy. When you’re done groping me, I’ll return the favor.”

That’s another weakness, needing to beat my chest or scream from the rooftops that I can fuck is just loudly proclaiming the opposite. The loudest voice in the room is both the weakest and their biggest insecurity. One thing my bride doesn’t understand with her constant demands that I stay, it shows her weakness.

She fakes confidence, and it doesn’t reach her vocal cords as her heart is racing against my chest.

“Size doesn’t mean anything when you don’t know how to use it.”

Holding her chin between my thumb and finger when she tries to look away, I taunt her knowing her other weakness.

“How would you know, meelaya?”

She licks her lips as she moves closer and there’s a gleam in her eye showing she’s going to be a brat.

“I have a 100% success rate, no faked orgasms. You can’t say the same.”

I know she’s talking about her own hand, but acid coats my tongue at anyone touching her.

I have something that’s only mine, she doesn’t belong to anyone else. Inessa barely fucking belongs to me and it’s a fightto get her to listen. That doesn’t mean shit, the insignia on my cufflinks is healing on her finger and she acts the part in public.For all intents and purposes, she is mine and she will be treated as such. I wouldn’t allow someone to take my fucking shoes, never mind my wife.

The acidic taste intensifies as I spit back.

“I’ll call a parade in front of you for judgment on my success rate.”

Hurt flashes across her features, she quickly masks it as she holds my dick harder in threat, but it’s not painful.

“Try it and I’ll do the same. It won’t be random fucking bitches off the street, I’ll go through each of your men in this fucking office.”

Gripping her throat, I pull her hand off me and hold it behind her back. There’s no backtracking, the crazy thing doubles down with a joke.

“Or they’ll go through me, you get what I mean.”

My voice is deadly, and she smiles at it letting her own psychotic behavior out.

“You had your chance and kept your legs closed,thatis how they will fucking stay.”

It’s not warm but twisted and Inessa ignores my hand around her throat, pressing into my hold, she raises one eyebrow and tries to use shit against me.

“You share with your brothers; everyone has heard the stories.”

The rumors work in my favor to keep everyone the fuck away from us. I don’t know where that particular one started and I’m not some fucking pervert that I will ever think about what my brothers are fucking. As long as it’s not each other, they can do what the fuck they want now that they can’t get one of the Conglomerate’s women to fall in love with them for an alliance.It’s not a gotcha moment, there’s something she’s missing, and I add the caveat.

“Not my wife.”

There are only two weeks left until the wedding, but she’s been branded as mine and no one will fucking touch her thinking they can take from me.

Blinking slowly, she just stares at me. She softens with each blink and smiles like I’ve given her the moon as she declares innocently, “I think we’ll be friends.”

The only thing that could possibly make Inessa innocent is being a virgin, but she’s found a way to turn that into a dirty game and I don’t believe the shit leaving her mouth any more than she does.

“Friends?” I ask bewildered.

She nods and there’s no deception in her answer.

“Yeah, when this is all over I don’t want my child being hurt by arguing. A broken home isn’t always divorced parents, it’s disrespect and using an innocent child as a game of tug of war.”

Even if I was nearly fifty like my papers show, her maturity floors me. I don’t mention the clause she’s clearly missed regarding signing her rights away the minute we’re divorced and let her have the moment. Stroking her neck with my thumb, it’s like an off switch for her mouth and I take in her features.

“You’re stunning when you shut up.”

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