Page 60 of Viripotent

“Fuck, just like Jack.”

I don’t even know anyone with that name, but he doesn’t need to know that, and I’m dragged forward until we’re face to face.

I’m soaked through my panties, and he circles my entrance with two fingers through the silk. The fake moan disappears and turns into a groan when he abruptly pulls his hand free. His thumb is under my jaw and forefinger on the other side, keeping my head in position as he indelicately pulls my panties to the side and strokes two fingers through my slit. I clench and let out a moan that I really wish I hadn’t because it makes him smile and fills him with arrogance. His fingers flex as I hold his belt and he brings his fingers to his mouth. He makes me lose my own game as he hums around the digits, and I crumble inside at how quickly I’ve lost.

“Hmm, just like Ashley,” he groans without looking away from me.

Grabbing his dick through his trousers, I ignore his size now that my own actions have been turned on me, killing any lust. My voice is deadly, and I grip harder, wanting to see Vlad hurt like I am.

“Don’t you fucking dare mention another woman’s name when your dick is hard for me.”

Being an even bigger bastard, he presses into my hand and leans forward so I can’t see anything other than his icy stare.

“Who said I was thinking about you?”

Flinching back like he hit me, my throat burns as I try to swallow, and I turn cold. He doesn’t stay in my space as I push against his chest, and he keeps his vile mouth closed, letting meleave with my head held high as tears burn the back of my throat. It’s anger that has my vision blurring, not sadness. I tried to play the devil and lost, epically.He knows it’s bullshit where I’m concerned. I’m not thinking about anyone else because he’s too big of a presence. But the reverse isn’t true, I’m forgettable and interchangeable.

Storming to the top floor, I go straight to the bathroom and pick up his toothbrush. He always spits shit out, so it makes sense that it goes in the toilet. It’s hovering over the bowl when the rough deadly threat has me smiling.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Looking over my shoulder, my tears have disappeared, and I smile sweetly, letting it slide through my hand until the head is under the water. My smile doesn’t dip as I shake my head and I can’t hide my amusement.

“Look what you did by scaring me.”

Vlad’s foot lifts and I try to escape, but he’s covering the door. Reaching me in two strides, he grips my nape, folding me in half and walking me towards the tub. I can’t get him off in this position and he angles his hips away from me to stop me hitting him in the dick.

His voice vibrates off the tile with a lie.

“I’ve been fucking kind and gave you warnings.”

Spluttering to argue that he’s a dick, he holds my nape tighter, ignoring my nails digging into his hand. I can only see our shoes and the sound of water running fills the room as my knees touch the tub.

He increases the pressure on my neck and holds my wrists with one hand at my back, as the tub fills up. The tips of my hair float on the rising water level as the sound fills the room. Squeezing my wrists in warning, he doesn’t do it hard enough to hurt, and the deadly voice cuts through any other sounds.

“If you move your hands, I’ll start again.”

The warning doesn’t make sense until he pushes my head into the water and my dress is shoved up.

Pushing my head up is instinctual, but my hands don’t move as if they’re being restrained when they’re free. My legs widen as warmth ghosts the side of my thigh and his cursing is muted under the water as my body jolts forward. My ass stings and I’m pulled up, making me choke and cough as he kicks my ankles further apart. It’s nearly uncomfortable, but his thumb is making circles on my neck, and I grip the edge of the freestanding tub the furthest away from me. His bark is rough, and he lets his palm slap off the middle of my ass, making me clench.

“Put them behind your back. Move them and I’ll shove that toothbrush you love up your ass and fucking glue it there.”

My hands move of their own accord, and I cross my wrists together at the small off my back. His praise isn’t something I’d ever expect as he squeezes my ass.

“Good girl. Two more, then you can apologize.”

Fuck that. I didn’t fucking do anything, and he prevents me arguing as he roughly pushes me back down again. Then slaps my other ass cheek with more force and my stupid fucking brain is enjoying it. He doesn’t leave me under the water for longer than it takes for him to spank me and the third time his fingers slap against my pussy making me groan underwater.

I don’t choke as he pulls me back up, having prepared myself, and my hair drips into the still-rising water. His warm palms massage my ass cheeks, and I have to bite my lip to stop from moaning.

His deep voice is closer than I anticipated.

“Have you learnt how to fucking behave now?”

Dropping my hands from my back in answer, a dry laugh bounces off the tile and the water cuts off before it can spill over the edge.

His fingers on my nape flex and I hold my breath as I’m moved down. It’s longer this time and Vlad’s muffled musing doesn’t sink in with the water dulling my senses as he strokes between my thighs. My ass rocks forward from the force of his hand and I’m pulled up before I can fall.

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