Page 99 of Viripotent

How I don’t throw up at the memory is solely with my angry monster staring down at me.

He holds my wrists in one hand and grips my throat as he presses his hips into me so I’m immobile. The tic in his jaw makes it move in waves as he spits out one word.

“Where?”

I’m not suicidal so stop the lie from leaving and tilt my chin up, extending my neck.

“Up to my ear. The freak started chewing on my ear like a dog.”

He strokes the skin with his thumb and takes in a harsh breath. It’s as though he’s reclaiming the spot for himself, and he grinds into me. Fire burns in his icy eyes and he uses less care than usual to tilt my head to the side. His lips mark a path up my neck, and they softly move across my lobe. He does the same with his tongue on the way down and his fingers flex around my wrists.

His deep voice rumbles through the room with the claim on his tongue.

“You are mine, no one fucking touches you.”

I open my mouth to say they already did, but he pulls his hips back, taking away my pleasure as a preemptive punishment. My jaw snaps closed, and I smile innocently as Vlad shakes his head and lets out an exasperated breath. Kissing my cheek, his lips linger and don’t leave my skin as he moves to my lips. I lock my ankles against his ass, and he doesn’t even rock when I use all my strength to pull him forward.

He loses some of his anger and lits the errant strands away from my forehead as he says, “Ask nicely and I’ll fuck you.”

Fuck that, I’m not asking the devil for a fucking thing. Everyone knows you don’t make deals with evil creatures because they will always find a way to win.I curl my lips between my teeth and bite down, not letting anything out. My back arches as he traces my jaw with his nose and his voice drops, vibrating through my skin.

“Hmmm, you don’t want to be fucked?”

Pressing his lips to my neck, he swirls his tongue against my skin, demonstrating his musing.

“Do you want my tongue in your tight cunt?”

Biting harder, copper dots against my tongue from the force and I can’t wriggle my hands free to give myself relief. Sparks ignite against my cheek from his rough stubble brushing against it and my eyes roll from his tone alone.

“You’re making a mess, meelaya. Open your mouth and I’ll clean it up for you.”

The pathetic whimper is dulled with my lips clamped shut but the smirk touching my skin tells me it was heard.

I know what makes Vlad move, and it never fails. I do what he said but let a fake scenario leave instead of a beg.

“I’ll find someone else to clean it up.”

He pushes me into the mattress with his hold on my neck, and he doesn’t remove the rest of his clothes as he pushes forward. A scream is ripped from my throat with the force he enters me. It’s not filled with pain, but pleasure, and the bed creaks as Vlad pistons into me.

“I’ll fill you with my cum, let every fucking suka see that you’re mine.”

Nodding like I’m his cheerleader, I twist my hands, gripping the sheets to keep hold of reality.

His eyes are wild and my skin heats at the scene he creates.

“Another man tries to fucking taste you, I’ll be on his tongue you’ll be so filled with me.”

I’m fucked up, he’s corrupted me, and my brain likes the image way too much. The anger on his lips is fed straight into my mouth and fabric tears as I hug his ribs with my knees.

The smug bastard bites my lip, pulling it away from my teeth and taunting me.

“How’s my success rate, malysh?”

Pulling out to just the tip, he slams into me. Hard. Hard enough for my body to move up and tears to spring to my eyes. It’s frustration, my body wants more and less, while my brainmelts. Burying his full length into me, he lets my throat go and flips us over. The movement has me bouncing, aftershocks causing me to shake and clench from the new angle.

He bites my shoulder and twists my arms behind my back as I find my voice.

“F-fifty per-percent.”

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