Page 72 of Viripotent

Blowing out a breath, I try to stop my inner walls pulsing and he keeps his lips pressed to my skin.

He’s not a gentle person by nature, or nurture, and this is the softest Vlad to ever exist as he smiles down at me. Blowing down my thigh, he stretches his hand up from my chest and wraps it around my neck. The move has my brain shutting off and my muscles loosening. He doesn’t cut off my air and loosens his hold when I relax. He strokes up my jaw and rubs his thumb over mylips. My tongue follows the movement, and he teases my mouth as he slowly presses the pad of his thumb between my lips.

My skin tingles from the intense stare and the small voice in the back of my head hates me. I don’t want eye contact or Vlad to pretend he cares. It will make our transactional marriage confusing, and I hold his wrist finding my voice.

“I’m ready.”

It’s a partial lie but having the devil soften is killing me.He needs to be brutal, to hurt me, and then it will kill any notion of me thinking he cares so I know the truth. This is why everyone was fearful. I’ll physically survive this marriage, but my emotions won’t.

He doesn’t move and keeps fucking me with our fingers while I force my muscles to relax. Masking the nerves, I arch my back serving two purposes of escaping the icy eyes and getting relief. Soft lips press into my thigh, and I need him to stop. I like it too much and we’re both lying to each other. My lies are to get under his skin while he’s making a home within mine. The chemicals flowing through my body are making it into more when it never will be.

My stupid brain is torn when he takes our fingers away and I move, siding with logic. I push my ass in the air as I turn onto my stomach and widen my legs. If I don’t see his face it will be better, it’ll definitely be better not seeing his dick. My stomach churns with nerves as clothes rustle behind me, but I stop myself from looking. He massages my ass with both hands, then kisses up my spine. Electricity flows from his lips until he reaches my ear and the stupid softness that would be anger on anyone else floats into my head.

“On your back, meelaya.”

Shaking my head, the cold-hearted me comes out.

“No, I prefer this way.”

I have no reference of a dick being inside of me, but I’ll take the pain over false care. I can’t even escape it by literally shaking my ass in front of him as he strokes my hair away from my face and whispers, “It will hurt you more.”

Reaching behind me with both hands, I grip Vlad’s bare thighs, ignoring how nice they feel when he flexes, and pull him closer, to urge him to move.

He remains still and takes a controlled breath. I can feel the heat emanating off him as he blankets my back. His corded forearm is resting by my head with my weakness right in front of my eyes. There’s a deep bulging vein over his bicep and I want to bite it. He’s not even touching me, and my desire is making me a fool as I bite into the corner of my lip to stop my teeth from sinking into his muscle. They’re so fucking pretty it’s unfair. Even the tattoos telling me he’s a murderer, a criminal, are stoking my lust higher.

He moves back, still blanketing me and strokes his dick through my slit. I want to scream at the slow movements, Vlad is the devil, and he’s pretending to be an angel like he’s incapable of hurting anyone. My eyes close as he positions himself at my entrance. He’s thick and his thighs aren’t touching the back of mine so I’m unable to gauge the length. The pressure disappears, but I don’t move. He’s literally going to turn me down when I have one task to complete to get to freedom. I clench as he pushes both thumbs into me and stretches me.

“I won’t hurt you like this.”

His promise is barely audible as he continues fucking me with his thumbs. It’s slow, and he kisses between my shoulder blades. The words are nearly silent, but the conviction is loud, and I relax again.

Pushing my ass back, I dig my nails into his thighs for more. Everything is jumbled and I want the good feeling back, when there was too much desire for the fearful memories of Pavelstanding over me to sink in. I want the devil to chase away the whispers and Vlad kisses my shoulder like he’s aware of my thoughts. Removing his thumbs, he holds himself up with his hand flat beside my head and I let go of his thigh to hold his bicep beside. They’re my weakness and his scrapbook of crimes is comforting, telling me they’ll chase away any other monster.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Vlad

Inessa has gone from lost in lust to drowned in nerves. I’ve never fucked a virgin, it’s purposeful. My preference for pain and bloodshed stops at my belt. She holds on to my bicep like it’s a lifeline and it has me going even slower as I circle her clit ignoring my own desire waiting for her moans to spring free. I’ve finally found a sound I like coming from her lips and the stubborn brat has shut them off.

There’s only the smallest portion of her face visible and I fixate on it. Lust mixes with nerves of being inexperienced, as long as it doesn’t turn blank I’ll stay sane. She’s soaked, her pretty little clit is swollen and sensitive, but those nerves are locking her muscles. Pressing my lips to her nape because I can’t stop, she relaxes under me.Her skin is soft and soothing, calling to me and twisting everything.

I don’t thrust all the way in, and she clenches as soon as the head of my dick pushes into her tight hole. I don’t move despite how soaked and warm she is, I wait for her to relax again and press my lips to her cheek. Her nails are digging into my arm, and I try to soften my voice.

“Breathe out for me, meely moy.”

Blowing out all the air in her lungs has her muscles unclenching and there’s a gentle smile lifting her lips when she realizes why I told her to.

She’s too tight and her inner walls are choking my dick, making it difficult to fit more inside despite how wet she is. Keeping my thrusts slow and shallow, she turns her head towards me and doesn’t look away from my eyes. I pause at how beautiful she is and just blink like a dumb fuck. Tugging on my thigh to get me to move, I work one hand under her body and massage her tits. It’s not for her pleasure, I just want to hold them and feel her heartbeat against my palm.

She’s calling me closer with only one eye visible, and her cheek pressed to the sheets. My nose brushes her hair as I rest my lips at the corner of her lips. The sounds start again as she moans and adjusts around me. Any hesitation leaves when she wriggles her perfect ass and I turn smug.

“Does your tight little cunt need more?”

The brat manages to glare at me despite our closeness, but lust has it losing heat and she fucks me back. Her hips rock as she tries to pull me in and I’m a fucking fool, moving forward without any thought. This woman, this queen, is below me practically prostrating, but she’s never going to lose control of me.

Pushing my hips further into her, I’m not even half the way in when she turns rigid. Nothing but pain contorts her face and I move back, but she rushes out.

“No, just go slow.”

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