Page 58 of Viripotent

The last fucking person I kill before implementing my plan is the witch who fucking cursed me to live this life with the most infuriating woman as my wife.

TWENTY-THREE

Inessa

I’m going to shoot Vlad in the foot or hand, maybe then he’ll remember that I fucking exist and learn to tell me things. I stand waiting for him like I’m his fucking nanny and I can see his eyes roll through the tinted window before he even gets out of the car. He told Dima, fucking Dima, that we were moving and didn’t think to tell me. I turn around so he can’t drag me into the house and Vitali smirks from his seat on the sofa.

“Shut it. And turn around,” I say while walking.

It turns into a laugh at my outburst, and he stretches his arm on the back of the sofa as he asks, “Are you more pissed that he told his husband first or that we’re moving?”

I ignore him and walk to the office as if it’s my choice and reverse our earlier positions as dress shoes tap against the tile behind me. I’m sat on the edge of his desk when Vlad walks in and he smirks like a prick. He takes off his suit jacket, arranging it on the back of the chair opposite me and walking far too easily.

He does this every time, just fucking decides shit with no concern for my life. Knowing his routine, I wait for him to pour a drink and he pauses, looking from my face to the decanter.Whatever he sees has him pouring more than he usually does and I start as soon as he’s taken the first sip.

“You can’t just decide to move and then tell someone the night before.”

He takes slow steps towards me; my heart is pounding against my ribs at the look in his eyes. It’s predatory and angry. Vlad does things to my body that don’t match my brain. My legs drop open automatically when his thighs brush my knees, and he holds my neck, speaking against my lips.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want, and you will do what I say.”

Stroking across my neck, he cups my jaw, tilting my head back, stopping me from arguing.

His rough command doesn’t match the gentle thumb brushing my bottom lip.

“Open your mouth.”

Doing what he said, but not how he wanted, my anger doesn’t come out as desire coats my refusal.

“You don’t tell me what to do, you ask. Nicely.”

He hums to himself as he traces my lips with his thumb. His eyes follow the movement and I stare at his lips, wondering how soft they are. They look soft, and they felt soft against my neck. He takes an uncivilized gulp of vodka, stopping me from being able to feel them.

I don’t know what I expect him to do, but his throat doesn’t bob showing he’s swallowed it, and he moves closer. Hooking his thumb over my teeth, he gently pulls until my mouth is open and pours the vodka from his mouth into mine. There’s a gap between our lips that I want to close. I’m a mess between my thighs at what he’s doing. It’s disrespectful and disgusting, but my body doesn’t translate it the same. I only ever want to drink like this for the rest of my life.A moan slips out as the cool liquoris passed from his mouth to mine and his piercing eyes land on mine.

Letting go of my teeth, his thumb slowly leaves my mouth as my lips close with the urge to swallow. The liquid gets trapped in my throat as he wraps my hair around his fist and pulls my head back, so I’m looking up at the ceiling. Soft lips press into my neck and my gulp is audible as I forget everything. I don’t know why I’m in Vlad’s office or what we were talking about, the only thing I know is that his lips are soft and moving across my neck.

My eyes roll back when his deep voice vibrates through my ear, setting my nerve endings alight.

“Me being drunk doesn’t work, let’s see if it’s better when you’re intoxicated.”

I’m not drunk off one mouthful, but lust has my senses leaving and I nod. I grip the edge of the desk, the wood bites into my palms while I hold on to reality. It’s worse when his shark-like smile presses below my ear before he drops his voice, and my legs.

“Did you use my gift?”

The only part of my body he’s touching is my hair and his face barely brushing my neck, but I’m unable to focus. Needing more, I grab his belt and pull his hips closer. The movement has his hand flexing around my hair as he pulls my head further back and I lock my ankles behind him, so I don’t lose the pressure I’ve found.Fuck, he feels good. The suit is high quality as always and his ass is pressed against my calves as I tighten my legs around him.

My moan flows through my plea as I grind against him.

“Fuck, Vlad, do something.”

I can’t see him with my head bent back and ice clinks before he trails it up the column of my throat. I work for my release, grinding against his hardening covered length as he traces mylips with the ice cube and repeats his question even lower, “Did you use my gift to break in your tight cunt?”

I can’t answer because I chase the ice melting against my lips with my tongue. The truth will make him stop and I’ve been too concerned with being caught to get release that it’s all built up. It’s biology, nothing to do with the man himself.

A moan springs free filled with frustration at not having what I want as he presses into me. The asshole stops it leaving, by gently pushing the ice cube between my lips and I look down my nose to see what he’s doing. His attention is fixed on the movement. He doesn’t push the ice further, and it slowly melts, dripping down my tongue as he gets another cube with a gentle insult.

“Let’s see if we can numb your filthy tongue.”

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