Page 8 of Viripotent

She fills with embarrassment over something as small as her hymen being intact, and hisses, “Fuck you.”

I react before she’s even finished and grab her jaw, pushing her into the mattress.

“Watch your language when you speak to me. I won’t warn you a third time.”

Her insolence is going to ruin her, and she pushes up with resolve.

“I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you.”

Acting like a gentleman stops in my own bed, I won’t sleep on the floor. You don’t return to where you started willingly, it has to be forced, and my last night on this fucking planet will be spent how I choose. Stroking her delicate jaw with my thumb, I lay out her options easily, “You can sleep on the floor, or in the bathtub for all I care. I won’t be moving to accommodate you.”

I’ve never looked at her closely, she’s striking from far away, but there’s barely any space between us right now. It might be my impending death that has me appreciating her, but I don’t move back. Her soft fingers wrap around my wrist, and she strokes the inside of my palm with her thumb. It’s notpurposeful as she whispers into my lips, “It seems like you are, unless you sleep bent over your mattress.”

I let her go and straighten. She follows me, trying to pull the sheets with her. I wait until she’s collected her items to speak. “I didn’t say you could take anything. Those stay on my bed.”

Glaring at me over her shoulder, she grabs a pillow and chokes it as she tries to clean up her language.

“Can I take this, sir?”

It would have been fun making her spend however long we were married calling me sir, and I nod my agreement as she mutters under her breath, going towards the bathroom.

She stops in front of me without returning my false politeness.

“Give me a t-shirt.”

The thin silk draped around her body betrays the fact she has nothing on underneath, her nipples poking through, and I step back to get the full view.

“Firstly, remember your manners. Secondly, what do I get in return?”

She stares at me. I haven’t had anyone meet my eyes without some greed behind them in years. But she doesn’t break the eye contact as she slips the strap of her dress off one shoulder and hugs the pillow covering her body before doing the same to the other side.

“Keep your t-shirt if it means that much to you.”

Fuck me, I can’t see anything other than her legs and arms, but my dick reacts, knowing I’d only need to pull the pillow away. Following her with my eyes as she walks away, her ass is perfect, and the threat over her shoulder loses all heat with it in view.

“Vlad? Make sure you spend extra time brushing your teeth in the morning. Dental hygiene is very important.”

FOUR

Inessa

Something is moving beside me, and the sheets smell different, making me spring up from sleep. Clutching the sheets to my chest, a little giggle gets my attention, and Viktor is laid beside me, fidgeting over the sheets I’ve pulled up. I’m not in a bed, and I stare around the room, trying to make sense of it. I also wasn’t dressed in a t-shirt when I fell asleep in a bathtub like a teenager at a house party. He’s still giggling when he speaks.

“You make funny noises when you’re sleeping. It sounds like a train.”

Hopefully, it drove his dad crazy, and he’s decided to fuck off. Laying back down, I look at the time and decide the kid is going to occupy me.

“Why are you awake so early?”

He’s a well-adjusted kid and manages to find happiness around all these crazy fuckers.

“My show finished already, and Vlad gave me breakfast. I wasn’t supposed to wake you up, but you kept making noises.”

He ends in a choked giggle again and starts snorting as my face heats.

Remembering the way Vlad looked at the innocent child has protectiveness rising, and I reassure him before he can get scared again.

“It’ll be our secret. I won’t tell him.”

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