Page 85 of Viripotent

“Stop it, he probably knows.”

She’s crazy to think there wouldn’t have been some outburst of sorts if he did. He’s the puppy, the one who makes jokes and never takes anything serious, but everyone in my family knows the rules after a childhood of being forced to watch our parents fuck.

I lift her hair off her neck and lower my voice, so he doesn’t hear as he fills a glass of water.

“Are you ashamed of doing your wifely duty and feeding your husband, meelaya?”

She retracts her claws and softens her hand on my thigh as though I’ve given her some grand speech. It doesn’t match the teasing lilt in her tone.

“Most husbands expect a three course meal.”

I sit back against the seat as Vitali’s footsteps drag closer and lift the strawberry to her lips. She parts her lips and I say for her ears only, “You do have three holes.”

Fuck me, she’s fun to play with, in all manner, and she turns red as she splutters again. Vitali drops down in his seat as he pushes the glass towards her. Care blankets his features as he stares at her asking, “Oh shit, are you allergic to something? You’re kind of all red like you have a rash.”

She raises her head trying to communicate with him and he looks at me for help. I give it helpfully as I push the glass closer.

“She talks a lot, it dries her throat out.”

He laughs as Inessa manages to stop choking to glare at me. She turns it on him, causing the sound to die and he holds his hands up with the humor still lighting up his features.

She doesn’t let go of my thigh and I test her poker face, pulling it up and resting her hand over my throbbing dick. Evil intent stares over the rim of the glass as she strokes me through my trousers. It’s not enough to give me relief and she could be holding my bare dick and I’d manage to keep my release back.Where she lacks control I embody it, I’m a grown-ass man not some teenager riddled with hormones.

I sound bored, and the brat tightens her hold, as I ask, “Did you find anything on the MC?”

Dani’s mention of who her sister kept as company is enough to get my attention and add in Leno’s dumb fucking ass. I know the rat will be there. I wouldn’t trust the cunt to successfully do up a pair of Velcro shoes on a mannequin and Vitali sits straighter.He’s most likely had all the information recounted directly from Dani now that he has his girl back.

Inessa pauses, surprised at things being discussed in front of her, but I move her hand over my dick to get her to come back to life. Vitali loses all his puppy-like qualities and speaks evenly.

“Satan’s Rejects, they have their clubhouse guarded, but there’s a party on Friday.”

There are very few people who feel comfortable enough to walk into our house and Katya storms through, still dressed upfrom whoever she was using last night. She grew up here, and it feels like a full house now that she’s back at the table again rather than lying about whatever schooling she wants to try to escape Dima’s miserable ass from stopping her living a life.

She clips Vitali on the back of the head as she walks past and takes the seat next to him. My voice doesn’t betray how hard Inessa is working under the table.

“Cancel your jobs for Friday and buy leather shit, there’s somewhere I need you to be.”

Her face falls, and she looks around the room, expecting her big brother to come to her defense. She’s Dima’s kid sister, and he’s too soft on her.

It gives her the misplaced confidence to flex, knowing the miserable bastard will raise hell for her.

“I’m not wearing leather, it’s made from cows.”

I’m surrounded by insolent fucking idiots and her scowl drops when I pin her in the seat with my stare.

“Okay, I’ll get vegan stuff,” she mumbles.

Her huff doesn’t match the psychotic bitch inside and the squabbling starts when she takes Vitali’s plate.

I pick up Inessa’s wrist and place it on her thigh before I adjust and slide out of the seat. It’s not a dismissal, but her face falls until I nod my head towards the office. She picks her head up as she floats out, but it doesn’t hide the way her thighs clench. I’m not going to fuck her, she needs to be pent up and needy, so filled with lust that her cunt sucks me in, so it doesn’t hurt.

She speeds up to get ahead of me and enters my office first to sit behind my desk. She fully relaxes in the chair and holds the armrests with her legs crossed. Kicking the door closed, the brat comes out and I don’t want to choke her as much.

“You may be seated, Mr. Vartanov.”

The smug satisfaction dims as I round the desk and lift her up taking my rightful place. Putting Inessa in hers, she smoothsthe skirt of her dress down and only one foot is on the ground as she crosses her legs again perched on my thigh.

I want to know what caused the silent treatment and run my hand under her dress. Her dark eyes warm with desire and she drops her legs open, letting me feel her bare cunt. Pushing two fingers into her, she scrapes her nails down my nape, and I hold the back of her head as she arches her back.

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