Page 28 of Viparious

His eyes narrow, far too mature for his age. Viktor doesn’t just say things for no reason, and he doesn’t look like he has some crush. But they will always be our enemies despite their alliance with Maximoff and the Verelli family having proximity to my wife due to their charity. He sits taller and smirks, his eyes lighting up with pride.

“I’m going to be Pakhan when I’m older. If I make friends with her, then I’ll know the heir, and they won’t be able to do anything because I know their mom.”

Every bit of intelligence that Valentin refuses to use has been tripled in his son, but there’s no pride in me. I don’t want this life for him, and he was supposed to be the turning of the tide, the first Vartanov who had a childhood and played with blocks rather than games of power.

I stroke his hair back, knowing he’s too young to have a conversation about choosing another option without him getting angry.

“Go make sure Vitali is ready, tell him you can pick which car he takes.”

He nods and slams his foot into my thigh as he jumps off my desk and takes off running through the house. The sound of him arguing with Vitali brings a genuine smile to my face. I know I’ve done everything right. They’re all content, safe. They don’t need me, and they’ll be safe when I reach my goal.

I check the time and Inessa has long enough to get dressed, but she still hasn’t come downstairs. My steps are lighter as I go to change and get the final part of my outfit off her body. There’s still the pain that will never leave, but it’s like someone else is shouldering some of it, making it easier to carry.

Then the guilt slams into me.

I shouldn’t have a moment of happiness when my heart is buried in the frozen ground. Each day that passes, I forget a new thing, and longing gets harder to ignore, but it’s my punishment for the only sin that stains my soul.

When I reach our floor, I slow down at the sound of a male voice. No one is permitted here, and no one will be in the space where my wife lays her head. I don’t realize what it is until she groans. The sound of her disgusting show plays from the closet, and I don’t know what enjoyment she can possibly get out of seeing pus leave a person’s body. She’s even forced Tali and Viktor to watch the pimple-popping videos, all three of them sit there transfixed to the screen for hours with mixed disgust and pain on their faces.Yet I’m the one they call fucked up for my extracurricular activities.

She doesn’t notice me closing in behind her until I trace her spine and watch the shiver work up each vertebra. Her dress is held limply in her fingers, and I remove the disgusting sight on the screen. She melts under me as I continue up her spine and reach her nape. So fucking responsive and mine. She takes half a step forward and continues getting dressed before she bands her arm under her tits and pretends I’m not here. The back of her dress is undone, and my queen has finally followed an instruction without an argument.The red silk between her ass cheeks belongs to me exactly like that what it’s covering. Everything is mine, and I’ll continue taking more for as long as I can.

Flattening my palm on her back, I smooth around her ribs under the dress, and the brat comes out.

“You’re going to put creases in my dress.”

The lust coating her voice makes her lose the argument before it could even begin, and I need the final part of my outfit to be ready for me. I cup between her thighs and tut, “I told you to think about me, meelaya.”

There should be nothing other than soaked silk against my fingers, but she’s stubborn and perfect, and she never pauses no matter what I do. Turning to speak in my ear, her taunt lacks any heat.

“I was thinking about you. I usually pretend you’re someone else. I can think about him instead if you want?”

It’s a lie, I know it is, but I want to murder the imaginary fuck. Paint every bullshit scenario she’s created red so she can never escape me.Restraining myself from drowning her again, I remove my hand and step back.

“Take your dress off, hands flat in front of you on the vanity and your ass in the air.”

I don’t watch her to ensure she’s doing as she’s told and go to the package she’s refused to use before we got married. She looks over her shoulder, trying to see what I’m doing.

“Now, Inessa. Or I’ll do it for you.”

Her reaction to my roughness is never fear but she finally obeys and lets the material float down her body.I turn in time to see her stretch out like a cat with her palms flat on the marble.

The position is perfect, and she widens her feet, allowing me to see the wet spot darkening her panties. It has them turning the correct color to match her dress. Her breathing shallows as I walk back to her, and the mirror fixed to the wall shows her biting her lip. She sucks in a breath as I stroke over her panties with my thumb. A moan slips out as I press my lips to each of her ass cheeks. My other hand moves before I’ve even given it thought and leaves a perfect outline of my hand on her ass. The mouth that haunts me makes the most beautiful sounds when she’s like this. My queen doesn’t kneel but she’s exquisite bowing.

She gets curious when I trace the hem of her panties and looks over her shoulder. Her dark eyes pull me in, loosening my tongue and weakening my threat.

“I was going to leave you bare so my hands were kept busy tonight. But you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.”

Hooking my thumbs under the sides of the silk, I carefully peel them down her legs. Once she’s fully naked beneath my hands, I lose all thoughts of torturing us both and undo my belt. The excited gleam in her eye disappears when I don’t pull the leather free.

She’s too transparent and I palm her ass, knowing she won’t ask me for what she wants.

“Say it, meelaya.”

She wants rough yet refuses to speak. It’s easier for her to test my patience by being a brat and I move to stand directly behind her. She pushes her ass back in anticipation and I give her a taste of what she wants. Slapping her ass in warning, she moans and does the opposite of what she’s told.

“Don’t move.” She stops abruptly when I pull her ass cheeks apart. “Good girl, stay like this until I tell you.”

The praise has her obedient and I miss the brat. I stroke my dick from base to tip just staring at her beautiful pussy dripping for me.

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