Page 89 of Viripotent

I don’t think I can be heard over the wood scraping against the floor or his brutal thrusts, but he nods once.One nod and his fingers squeeze my hand.

Curling his hand around the desk beside mine, he hooks his little finger in mine, and I stretch my neck, latching on to his bicep. The beautiful vein is between my teeth and my body erupts when I finally get to feel it with my tongue. I tighten my fingers around his, cutting off both of our blood circulation and my legs shake as black spots dance in my vision.He teeth diginto the side of my neck, and he alternates between bites and sucking as he continues fucking me in punishing strokes.

It’s an out-of-body experience, I can feel him in me, around me, but I can see it too. My mouth falls open letting go of his arm and it’s replaced with soft lips against mine. Vlad is pulling me into my own body while dragging me away with every thrust. He flexes his shoulders as he holds my legs tighter and the wood scrapes in one long line as he buries himself inside me and fills me with liquid heat.

He grinds into me, forcing a whimper out of my mouth and I climax pathetically without any energy. He doesn’t move back and there’s emotion being passed from his tongue to mine. Letting my hands go, he strokes any part of my body he can reach, and my thighs drop with a thud without his arms supporting them.

“Little bit longer, meelaya, you feel too good,” he whispers into my mouth as I clench around him.

I’m fucked at the soft declaration and hug his shoulders not wanting him to leave. My lips are tingling, a good burn from use and I stroke across his broad back.

There’s not only lust in my blood, making my fingers pick up on all the scars littering his body. I don’t make it more than two inches without meeting another one. Stroking around his ribs is the same, and it doesn’t change when I reach his chest and abs. I can’t stop my tongue from moving when he moves his lips to my cheek.

“What have you survived?”

His smile is slow, and he fills my vision with the closest thing to sadness in his blue eyes.

“Everything that should have killed me.”

The cryptic answers are usually said with a stupid smirk, this is deeper, and emotion chokes me.

He cups my face with both hands and presses the tip of his nose against mine. His thumbs gently stroke my cheeks, and he gives me an insight to what made him.

“Little deaths are the countdown until a mortal one.”

Wrapping my arms around the monster, I nuzzle into the crook of his neck, refusing to let go.

Whatever the fuck he’s lived through turned him into this and if this monstrous man thinks it’s bad, I know there’s no one else who would survive it.

THIRTY-FIVE

Vlad

I’ve always compartmentalized my life. Something happens, it gets put into a file in the sorting office of my brain, and I’ll deal with it in order of urgency. Inessa has fucked that up. Her physical storming into my life and ordering me around has migrated into my head and Dima shakes his head as Anastasia’s monotonous voice comes through.

“Six minutes.”

We still haven’t found the bitch housekeeper and I send Dima’s miserable ass to get the kids as I go deeper into this fucked up warehouse. All I can see is my queen’s face falling when she saw me leave with an overnight bag. I won’t explain shit to her, but the urge is under my fucking skin.I want to know what she’s doing at this very moment which is dangerous for a multitude of reasons.

A gurgling noise comes from behind a steel door and my excitement leaves. The stupid cunt has fucking killed herself. I understand it, given her employment, she should have done it sooner.

Silently stepping through to watch another sick fuck leave this earth, there’s someone in the shadows joining my audience of one.

My hand goes to my knife and a harsh feminine voice with no discernible accent comes from my side.

“I’d stop, considering I’m better than you.”

Turning my head to the side, I have to look down to see the pipsqueak. She’s more than a foot shorter than me and a cocky fucking thing with her ski mask pulled up. Her eyes are freaky as fuck in the low light, and they shine as though there’s a film over them. The insinuation that there’s anyone who can defeat me has me reacting faster than the little cunt can anticipate and I push her back with my knife at her throat.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Anastasia’s voice crackles in my ear.

“Four minutes.”

There’s tapping in the background with her obviously hearing I’m not alone. The stupid kid smiles up at me with no sign of fear that I could end her pathetic life. She taps my shoulder with her gloved finger, her eyes widen and she’s deranged.

“I’ll give you a tip,” tilting her chin up to expose her jugular, she continues, “dig the pointright hereand I’ll die straight away.”

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