Page 114 of Viparious

He seals his lips over mine and roughly pushes two fingers into me. It’s urgent and robs me of air. Grinding into his hand to get more, he builds me up verbally.

“Moya zhena, koroleva.”1

Holding the back of his head so he doesn’t move away, I can see how crazed my smile is in his pupils.

“Ya mogu sdelat tebya korolem.”2

It ends on a moan when he curls his fingers inside me. He kisses my cheek and circles my clit, whispering, “You already have, lyubeemaya.”3

There’s not enough power in my brain for me to examine the change in endearment from dear to my love as frustration takes over at being denied release. Removing his hand from between my thighs, he holds my hips and pushes me forward.There’s no warning or time for me to anticipate what he’s doing as he jolts my body, so I fall face-first between his ankles with a shriek.

Air brushes the back of my thighs as he laughs and pushes my dress up. My face heats at the conversation he’s having as he presses a kiss to each of my ass cheeks.

“I’ve missed you.”

He’s not talking to me. The weird fucking dickhead is staring between my legs as he peels my panties off.My complaint is subdued as he lifts my hips and pulls me to meet his face.

He groans as he pushes inside me. The vibrations work through my body from inside to out, forcing a whimper up my throat. Pushing back against his face for more, he pulls my ass cheeks apart and turns his head side to side, burying his tongue in me as deep as it can go. He alternates between massaging my ass and lightly slapping the outside of my thighs as he fucks me with his tongue, claiming me and I have no thoughts as I grind back, meeting his movement.

I’m a mess and my hair is going to be sticking up from being rubbed against the sheets. But he moves down as he places gentle kisses on my heated flesh before sucking my clit between his teeth.

“Oh, fuck, yes.”

The first sign that I’m not getting what I want comes as his smirk touches the back of my thigh. Vlad is an annoying idiot, and he pushes me away with his hold on my hips. He doesn’t leave though, he twists my body so I’m flat on my back and frustration raises my voice.

“Do you have to use torture even when you fuck me?!”

Raising to his full height, his eyes darken, and he orders, “Arms up. Let’s see how long it takes for you to beg.”

Crossing my arms under my tits, I try to roll over so he can’t pull them away.He stops me with his hand flat between my collarbones and leans over me, making sure there’s a gap between our bodies. I chase his lips as they ghost over my cheek, and they brush the shell of my ear with his deep counteroffer.

“Or tell me you love me again.”

I’m not going to say it for my emotions to become a tool he can use against me.Curling my fingers around his nape, I mimic him and stroke down his abs to cup his dick. My voice is purposefully slow and husky.

“I love...” squeezing through his trousers, I kiss his cheek before continuing, “me.”

He messes with my head and presses each word into my neck.

“So.” Kiss below my ear. “Do.” Kiss under my jaw. “I.” Kiss in the center of my throat, over my voice box, robbing my vocal cords of movement and heart of its rhythm.

Vlad is being a cocky shithead; he’s agreeing that he loves himself. Not me. He told me he only loves people from the moment he’s met them, his family. We both disliked each other, or I did. And he couldn’t give a fuck whether I lived or died.

Using my shock to his advantage, he pulls my dress up over my head. My arms automatically move but he doesn’t take it off my wrists. I look up to see what he’s doing as the fabric wraps tighter around my wrists. He’s restraining me and threads the middle through the edge of the bed. Tugging on the fabric, he tucks it between the mattress and the bed frame before sitting back and kissing the center of my chest.

My body is different now, I love it when I’m alone but having his eyes on me is different. The cast Dani made of my bump is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever been gifted but that doesn’t show reddened skin and the squishy pouch I now have. He softens in front of my eyes, and he doesn’t look away from me as he moves down my body. His tongue traces every line with reverence, and he worships my changed body.The gentleness against my skin isn’t evident in his voice.

“I thought you were a queen?”

I shrug and too much honesty leaves me.

“Being better than everyone else doesn’t make me free of any faults.”

He smiles against my stomach and hums before planting a chaste kiss at the center of the scar between my hips.

“Being perfect does.”

His ego is enormous if he thinks he’s perfect. I’m having déjà vu as he slips off the bed and begins stripping again. This time, he actually gets rid of all of his clothes, and I’m a very happy audience.

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