Page 61 of Viripotent

“You never fucking listen,” he grits out.

Pushing me back down, he goes to my other cheek, and I’m fucked in the head, smiling underwater and pushing my ass back into his palm.

Stretching my arm behind me, I curl my hand around his inner thigh, moving up as I’m pulled out of the water again.

“Opasnyy,” he whispers.

He’s still hard and I flatten my palm over his groin, feeling him through the material.

My head is slowly lowered into the water again as he pushes his hips into my palm, and I widen my thighs, wanting the third slap between my thighs again.

Not disappointing me, he cups my pussy, grinding his palm into me and giving me the friction I need. I’m close to climaxing when the bastard moves his hand back and I scream underwater as he slaps against my clit. My knees shake, little air bubbles trap my moans and I’m gently pulled up until I’m leaning against his chest. I try to act like I didn’t just come with my panties on while being drowned. It doesn’t work when I see his stupid smirk, and I hide behind my wet hair.

He lifts me in a bridal carry, my head against his shoulder and my knees over his forearm. The wet curtain is moved off my face with one of his inked fingers and my eyes snap closed, so I don’t have to see his stupidly handsome smug face. Everything freezes when he presses his warm lips to my cold cheek and his laugh filters through his gloating.

“I’m still at 100%.”

Nuzzling into his warmth, I fake being unaffected and there’s no heat to my order, “Take my shoes off, my feet hurt.”

His hands are huge, and he holds the back of my thighs with one as he does as he’s told.

I stay in his arms as he carries me out of the bathroom, my hair dripping against the floor like a metronome leading to our bed. Vlad doesn’t get me a towel or make any attempt to dry me off before sitting on the bed and becoming even weirder. He massages down my calves and holds my foot, pressing his thumbs into the arch and soothing the hurt I lied about. It tickles and I kick out at him as a high-pitched giggle wraps around my refusal.

“Stop, I don’t like it.”

The air in my lungs freezes as this monster, this self-proclaimed psycho, fucking tickles me and jokes without causing injury.

“If you don’t like it why are you laughing, meelaya?”

I twist on his thighs trying to escape, it makes me slip, and his dick is digging into my back, but he doesn’t stop until tears spring to my eyes. He straightens me over his thighs and kills my humor with something worse. His lips press into my temple, and I can feel my anger melt away. That’s the worst thing that can happen. It will make me imbalanced, but he doesn’t stop and smoothly turns to lay me on the bed. His voice is softer than it has ever been, there’s still the roughness present but by Vlad standards it’s gentle.

“Go to sleep, we’re moving in the morning.”

TWENTY-FOUR

Vlad

Lust is one of the seven deadly sins for a reason. I never understood why until seeing Inessa’s ass turn red under my palm. She is definitely Lilith as I walk into our new house to see her trying on fucking bikinis with my handprints on her ass. The closet is flooded with light, and she’s finally started to buy herself things if the multitude of empty bags are anything to go by. But my voice comes out rough at the thought of who’s going to see her like this.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

There’s no anger as she stares at me through the mirror and answers like I’m the idiot.

“You bought a house with a pool. What do you think it’s used for?”

Is she fuck walking around with proof of her brattiness for everyone to see. Turning her around so she can see what I do, I tilt her chin so she’s looking in the mirror behind her.

“No one sees those. They’ll imagine how you got them,” I say, ignoring the memory of how she looked soaking wet in more ways than one.

She looks up at me with a twisted smile as she taps her chin and acts cute as fuck.

“Yeah, that involved water too right?”

My fingers dig into her skin, and I expect a hiss, not a moan as her tender flesh is disturbed. My voice is low, and goosebumps raise up the length of her spine as she leans further into me.

“Keep being a brat and I’ll use more than my hand next time.”

Her eyes sparkle and she strokes her hands up my chest to thread her fingers together at my nape.

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