Page 91 of Viripotent

Viktor doesn’t have bad dreams as frequently as he did when he was younger, but the TV is on with some movie paused on the credits. I do the same check against their foreheads and find the remote that Valentin has half shoved up his ass. He doesn’t even twitch as I pull it free from under him, and turn everything off, so they’re not disturbed by the lights. I leave them, turning on the alerts as I go.

I can’t fully relax until I’ve seen Inessa and done the same thing. My body turns rigid at the breeze in the air as I step through her bedroom door. The entire fucking house is temperature controlled to whatever she could possibly want. There’s no fucking reason for a window to be open, especially while she’s asleep.

Lead drops in my stomach at what I’ll find as I turn the lights on. Old memories mix with new ones and her skin is too pale. Dropping on to the bed, I hold her cheeks, they feel cold. She’s not supposed to be fucking cold. She blinks awake and stares up at me, full of fear. She relaxes when she sees me. But her skin is cold and not the normal color.I have to blink and pull her face closer to make sure she’s not blue. Fuck, I can’t tell.

She slowly raises her hand and holds my wrists, sleep and worry fill her voice.

“Vlad? What’s wrong?”

My heart is beating too fast, and I can’t fucking breathe again. It’s like that day and Vanya won’t open her eyes. Closing my eyes, I take a breath and blow it out slowly as control comes back. Opening them again, Inessa is alive, and she’s staring at me.

Not blue.Her chest is moving.Not. Blue.

Discomfort snakes up my spine and my voice is too rough, making her harden.

“Don’t open the fucking window.”

Letting her go, I reach the offender in three steps, and it slams closed, allowing me to breathe. I’ll have them all sealed shut, or with alarms on. Soft footsteps pad towards me and she walks around my rage, standing straight like a queen with a gentle demand.

“What’s wrong?”

I stroke my knuckles down her cheek, they’re warm and I know it’s not the same.

“Just don’t sleep with the window open, use the air conditioning.”

She looks between my eyes and nods once. Taking her in fully now that my brain has adjusted to reality, I curl my lips between my teeth at how she’s dressed.

She always wears some elegant, not really made for sleep, silk thing, but she has on bright orange fluffy pants that make her look like a fucking tabby cat has taken over her bottom half. The old as fuck t-shirt has no purposeful holes in it and I fit my finger through the one on the collar. I can’t stop my need to rile her up as I ask, “You’ve spent over a million dollars on my card, and you couldn’t get something better?”

She slaps my hand away and tilts her chin in the air as she threatens what I don’t give a fuck about.

“Just for that comment, I’m spending a million more.”

Holding her hips, I walk her backwards and my dick is instantly hard. My voice drops as lust overtakes me, she’s the only person who could look beautiful in the atrocity of her outfit.

“You’re a very expensive wife.”

I’ve never missed anyone who’s alive, but this queen has been on my mind the entire time I’ve been away.

She flicks her hair over her shoulder as she smiles widely and leans up on her toes, speaking against my lips.

“You get what you pay for, lapackha. Add a few more zeroes and it’s still not what I’m worth.”

Her confidence is making me harder, and she drops down as though I don’t fucking agree. Titling her chin up with my finger because I need to taste it, Inessa pulls her head away.

I chase her eyes, but she avoids me and I’m going to kill someone. Well, someone else but I don’t give a fuck about that. She’s never shied away from me outside of her silent treatment, the woman will fuck me on any surface available. She screeches as I pull on the waistband of her horrible pants and slaps against her hips to hold them to her skin.

If someone has fucking touched her I’ll burn everything they’ve ever fucking cared about to ash. Anger wraps itself around my vocal cords, but it’s not as deadly as the feeling inside me.

“Why are you stopping me?”

She stares at my chest as she mumbles, “I’m on my period.”

Holding her nape while I try not to laugh, I point out the obvious flaw in her bullshit reasoning of being embarrassed.

“Do you think blood scares me, meelaya?”

Her nose scrunches up and she doesn’t let go of the waistband of her pants as she hooks her other arm around my middle. Inessa becomes someone shy, and I don’t like it, as she flattens her cheek against my chest.

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