Page 83 of Viripotent

“That’s what I’m going to do.”

My jaw and thighs drop open as he removes his suit jacket. His cufflinks are next, clinking against the tabletop, and I don’t dare blink at the sight of his shirt sleeves being rolled up.Oh fuck, he’s physical perfection and I am weak. He knows it too, the arrogance doesn’t dim his beauty, it highlights it as he slips into the cushioned curved booth seating.

He keeps his eyes pinned on mine as he wraps his fingers around my ankles and pulls me to him. My dress rides up as I slide across the marble, and he slowly rakes his gaze down my body to between my thighs. Sitting between my thighs, Vlad hooks his elbows under my knees and kisses the inside of each thigh at the ridden-up hem of my dress. He turns his head tothe side as though he’s mentally calculating something and turns back to me with a warning.

“Hold your dress on your stomach, no one sees you but me.”

I didn’t even think about the other people who live here or guards and turn rigid as I look for them. There’s no one here but I can see the front door in a straight line.

I stop breathing at the look in Vlad’s eyes as he slowly trails his fingers up the outside of my thighs. Every feature is relaxed except for his eyes. They’re wild and dark, pulling me in mentally. I lift my hips when he reaches the waistband of my panties. My gulp is audible, knowing he has an effect on me and we’ll both see proof of it.I hate him for always managing to maintain control, especially physically. He never snaps and fucks me, even with his taunts, whether I’m naked or not.

He kisses the inside of my knee and scrapes his teeth across my skin. Little sparks erupt from the minimal contact, he’s too intense. Everything he does is with precision, calculated and meticulous. He’s a brutal opponent in anything he does, and this is no different. Dropping his voice, the deep rumble travels up my legs and a whimper escapes.

“You don’t come until I allow it.”

Nodding my head, the bastard smirks and moves back, bringing the black silk with him.I hold on to hope that the color will disguise the obvious, but it shatters in his next move.

He holds my panties up on the tip of his finger and turns them so we both can see, and I hate him for how I react. I hate myself too but it’s easier to pin the blame solely on him. Heat engulfs my skin as he folds my panties into a triangle and replaces the pocket square in his suit jacket. Opening my mouth to say anything so he’s not walking around with my used panties all day, he cuts me off.

“Wear red tomorrow, it will match my tie.”

My mouth snaps closed while my brain tries to work out a response. I’m just blinking dumbly. It takes three tries for my brain to successfully reset and I trace the lines on his hands blindly.

“You don’t tell me what to wear.”

Every crime Vlad could possibly commit is nothing compared to his smile, there’s a warmth in it and I want to live in the little crease that forms at the corner of his lips. Kissing a line up my inner thigh, he makes a circle with his tongue, and I don’t understand what he’s saying.

“You won’t be wearing it, I will.”

When his lips join in, I weakly fire back, “What would the other Vory think?”

I mean it in a teasing way about him wearing panties, but he demolishes that idea as he rests his stubbled chin on the back of my hand, keeping my dress in place. His voice is deeper, eyes more violent, as he ruins me.

“No man will come close to touching what is between your legs. You will remain in my pocket, meelaya, out of reach from everyone but me, and you will make sure they carry the proof of your weeping pussy before I leave the house with them there.”

I’m drowning under the intensity of his eyes, and he doesn’t allow me a breath as he grips my inner thighs.

Pulling my legs apart with his palms flat on my inner thighs, he blows on my clit. The contrast of cool air against my wet nerves has me shivering. His fingers tighten and I’m pulled down with a squeal that turns into a moan. He licks up my slit without looking away from me and flutters his tongue against my clit. Every muscle clenches, and my toes curl in my shoes as my legs try to close. I don’t know if I want to keep him there or get him away.

He pushes my pussy lips together with his thumbs and traces the edge with his tongue. A groan vibrates through his lips into me as he presses his tongue through them and flicks my clit.

“Oh fuck.”

I keep one hand on my dress and thread my fingers through his hair as my hips move, chasing more. He doesn’t let me pull him closer and lightly nips the edge of my pussy lip before peppering soft kisses down. I tense when he goes further back than I expect, and he moves up. He parts me with his thumbs, and deep blue swirls has sweat racing down my back as Vlad stops any slow movements.

He buries his tongue inside me. My soul is ripped out of my body, and I fist his hair, needing to hold on to something to stay tethered as the devil fucks me with his tongue.His fingers join in as he pushes two inside me and my heel hits the back of the seat as I twist. He hardens his eyes and gives a brisk shake of his head that causes me to whimper. I’m so fucking close and he runs the flat of his tongue from the point his fingers enter me to my clit before speaking.

“Do not even fucking dare, Inessa, you come when I allow you to.”

He doesn’t even know me. If he thinks that bullshit order will work he’s spent all this time not even acknowledging me as a person. I push my hips down, refusing to listen to him and he bites into my thigh in warning. His fingers leave me, and I nearly cry at the frustration, but he abruptly pushes his two middle fingers into me, and his eyes turn black.

“If you don’t try to stop yourself, I won’t give you my tongue again.” He pushes up, hitting a spot that has my back arching and my legs tensing as he adds, “It’s your choice, princess.”

My chest stutters as I only focus on correcting him.

“Q-queen.”

His smirk touches my inner thigh, and he lightly kisses my clit, adding mental foreplay to the physical havoc he’s causing.

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