Page 69 of Viripotent

“I don’t trust anyone in this room other than those who are sat on our table. You can’t divide my attention right now.”

She straightens her shoulders and keeps her chin up, eyes forward, watching everyone else like me.

No expense has been sparedin our penthouse suite for the night. Both floors below us have been booked out and Valya has guards ensuring no one can come up. He’s learning for once in his life.He’s taken initiative and I can settle knowing he’ll be a Vor soon.

Inessa nervously looks around, pulling my attention to her without even realizing. She’s always so confident and it needs to come back because nerves don’t suit her features. Loosening the tie around my neck, I give her personal space and try to soften my voice.

“Are you tired?”

Her head moves slowly, and she looks so small, timid, as she shakes her head, standing near the hallway to the bedrooms.

Undoing my top button so I can breathe easier, I walk towards her and take it as a win when she doesn’t move back. She leans into my touch when I cup her cheek, another win, and I give her the most honesty anyone has ever received from me.

“I won’t force you. You can go to sleep if you want.”

She doesn’t look relieved but confused and her brows come together with her question.

“Why?”

An invisible hand tightens around my lungs, and it bring out the truth with too much emotion.

“I won’t have a child conceived from rape.”

Tapping against my thigh to shake away any haunting memories, she relaxes and smiles up at me. My hand falls as she turns, giving me her back and the usual brat comes back, looking at me over her shoulder and giving an order.

“I’m not tired, undo my dress.”

There are at least fifty little buttons, and I don’t even attempt to undo them. I take out my knife and position my finger against the other side of the blade, so it doesn’t touch her delicate skin as I pop each loop holding her dress in place.

I’m not mentally prepared for how insane she looks with nothing other than thin straps of lace going across her back and the scrap between her ass cheeks is nearly fucking invisible. Her dress falls away, with it having no straps, and the mesh of her veil makes the picture in front of me even more erotic. I stop herremoving it and clear my throat to remove any dryness, making my order half a plea.

“Keep your heels, veil, and gloves on.”

It goes down to her feet and I step back for the full image.

There’s nothing but lace on her body and even her feet are covered in little boots made entirely from the material and tied together with a bow at her ankles. They don’t go above her ankles and the extra four inches in height push her ass out perfectly. There are a million things I want to do to her, but I keep walking back until my calves hit the armchair.

Shrugging out of my suit jacket, I remove my tie, eating up the vision of my wife and she turns, assessing me right back. My eyes want to roll back at how fucking beautiful she is, and my knees feel weak as I take a seat. I stretch my legs out to stop the discomfort of my dick pressing against my zipper and circle my finger. She slowly turns, doing a 360. I’m torturing myself by staying seated, but I need the image imprinted in my mind.

Lust darkens my voice and I only manage to get out one word.

“Crawl.”

The command has fire staring back at me as my erotic queen lifts her chin and straightens her spine.

“I don’t bow to any man.”

Pride fills me at her strength, and I shake my head at her mistake.

“Crawl, meelaya, not bow.”

Understanding falls over her as I widen my legs and her twisted smile is in full force. Whatever Inessa is going to do will most likely bring me to my knees mentally as she gets on hers physically.

Dropping to her hands and knees, she lifts her ass in the air and sways her hips, closing the distance between us. The veil attached to her hair flows behind her body in waves andshe is the perfect vision in white lace crawling for my dick. She’s innocently filthy and filled with power while being in a submissive position. An enchanting enigma of a true queen who knows when to bend in order to break those around her.

There’s going to be a zipper imprint on my dick, but I don’t relieve the pressure. She moves slowly, sensually, until she’s between my spread legs and my queen doesn’t remain kneeling. She gets to her feet, and I stop her when she’s in a squat position with my fingers on her chin. Awe wraps itself around her new title.

“Moya .”

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