Page 97 of Viripotent

“The only tongue you will ever feel is in my fucking head.”

She’s a brat, I know this, yet I still expect different. It’s the definition of insanity, and the woman is exceeding her goal to drive me fucking crazy. Pushing up on her toes, she makes everything silent and loud at the same time.

“I’ve had better.”

Bloody fingerprints mark her skin, and I can’t even get the word out without unclenching my jaw.

“Who?”

No fucker touched her, she’s mine. My queen and annoying fucking brat who never shuts the fuck up. She nonchalantly lifts her shoulder and wrecks me.

“That’s for me to replay every night and you to never find out.”

I lift her by the back of her thighs faster than she can anticipate and she doesn’t waste a second in wrapping her pretty little legs around my waist.

I hold her jaw, so our lips don’t touch, knowing it’s my own off switch.

“There are two words for people like you, people who will stare into the face of a monster while he’s covered in blood and fucking laugh.”

Awe wraps itself around my words and the beautiful thing strokes her fingers through my hair.

“Hmm, what’s that?”

Sitting her on the dresser, so I can touch every part of my wife’s body, I grind into her and give the answer. “Stupid or brave, moya koroleva.”

My brat cups the back of my head and tries to pull me closer as her voice drops, full of sex. “Maybe I’m both.”

There’s not a universe in existence where Inessa is stupid. Her intellect isn’t measured with grades or a degree. She’s forged from steel, and just like the metal, she knows when to bend to make herself even more dangerous. I don’t want her to be uncomfortable and the ugly orange pants are covering her legs making me ask, “Are you still on your period?”

She smirks as she leans and looks across my soaked body.

“Worried about getting blood on you?”

Her laugh weaves through the sarcasm and I don’t have to temper myself.

“Just wanted to know if my dick will match, meelaya.”

There’s no heat in the slap against my chest and she rolls her eyes.

“You’re so romantic, no wonder you had to force me into marriage.”

She doesn’t want roses and candlelit dinners. She would be bored by the time she was seated.

Pulling her closer so there’s no space between us, she opens her mouth to spew some other shit. I push it back down her throat and everything ceases to exist. The air from her lungs is like pure oxygen getting to my head and making me dizzy. It’s not safe for long periods of time, just like the gas itself, but I’m an addict soaking it up as many times as I can before my ultimate death.

Crossing my arms over her back, I squeeze my shoulders and it’s like she’s inside me. Every part of her body is in touch with mine and she moans into my mouth when I coil tighter around her. She doesn’t let me poison myself and pushes against myneck to be released. The softest whisper has me laughing at her pout.

“You have their blood on your face.”

Widening her thighs, she sits up straight like a queen commanding obedience.

“Go wash your face, and your hands.”

She giggles, losing the brattiness as I nip her neck with my teeth and strokes up my chest. Her delicate fingers undo my buttons instead of ripping my shirt open and she forgets about her previous command. Turning toward me, she chases my lips and bites back a groan as my shirt and suit jacket fall to the ground. I’ve never given a fuck about aesthetics. Muscles serve a purpose to show force and strength. But every time Inessa touches my biceps, and her eyes turn black with lust, I flex like a little bitch.

Her hands are healing and damaging as she ignores the blood staining my skin and massages across my shoulders. She’s going to be soaked because she bites the corner of her bottom lip when she reaches my biceps. Her hands slow down and she doesn’t look at my face as she traces each vein and tests the muscle. I could watch her watching me and never get bored. She’s stunning and lets out a groan as I flex when her fingers are holding as much of my biceps as possible. It’s fucking heady knowing she’s getting off on it when my dick isn’t even out, and she isn’t looking at my face.

THIRTY-EIGHT

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