Page 5 of Viparious

Justdrugged her. As though that’s nothing and not a cause for their deaths to have been prolonged for years.

1 Does he scratch your belly after you suck his dick?

2 Endearment: dear/darling

3 Endearment: little paw/sweetheart

TWO

Inessa

With every inch of skin that’s freed from blood, I want to cry. There are marks all over Vlad’s beautiful body. They mix with the older ones, and the stubborn fucking idiot refuses to sit down. His breathing is harsher as he keeps staring at me, and I drop down to the balls of my feet when he keeps his head out of reach.

I’ve never felt pain like in those days he wasn’t here. It was limbo, he wasn’t dead and wasn’t alive. There was no gloating from the fuckers of the MC and no body dropped at the gates.

Holding my nape, he becomes his usual deadly self as he asks, “Did they hurt you?”

I nearly laugh at his stupidity; he’s stood with blood all over him, wounds to match, but he thinks he’s in any state to hurt anyone. It’s evident that the chapter has officially been closed, courtesy of whatever destruction he’s done over the last four weeks.

I don’t look away from his eyes, or I’ll end up seeing how badly he’s hurt, then crying. So, I deadpan, “Are you going to bring them back to life just to kill them again?”

I expect some dumbass reply filled with arrogance except it’s emotion and softness brushing my lips.

“You’re under my protection. No one will hurt you.”

I nod at his conviction, and he loosens his hands on my face enough for me to work around the front of his body. He’s hard, and I try not to stare, but he notices and steps into me.

The heat of the water can’t battle the goosebumps rising on my skin as he tilts my head up and seals his lips over mine. I have to remind myself he’s injured and plant my feet, forcing my weight down as he grabs my thighs. The stubborn fool doesn’t let me and picks me up, pressing my back flush against the cool tiles. His voice is rough as I massage his reddened shoulders.

“You won’t like who I become if you ever let anyone else touch you.”

I keep massaging up until I’m holding his neck and raise an eyebrow as the bloodied water continues to drip from his inky hair.

“Because you’re so even-tempered normally?” I ask, forcing my laugh back.

His fingers flex, digging into my thigh, and he pushes more of his weight into me before grabbing my neck. He doesn’t apply any pressure as he loosely holds my life in his hand and strokes beneath my jaw.

His eyes blaze with emotion that he doesn’t voice. There are too many to name, and he straightens to lean over me. Each droplet leaving his hair carries proof of his violence as it hits my skin. He watches them race down my cheeks and just breathes. He doesn’t speak or attempt to get a reaction out of me, he just breathes as though it’s the hardest task in the world and requires his full devotion.

I can’t even breathe in anticipation of what he’s going to say. It will most likely be something stupid, but my heart rate slows down as he leans further into me. The emotion fractures, turning to anger as he rests his forehead on the tile slightly above my head. My nose is kissing a cut below his collarbone, and he speaks to himself, showing a weakness.

“I need you to be safe.” He blows out a harsh breath and the anger increases as he repeats himself, “Fuck, Ineedyou to be safe.”

It doesn’t stop as he tightens his hold on my thighs and successfully makes me feel like shit while simultaneously telling me he cares.

“I need you to be fucking safe.”

It’s forced out through gritted teeth, and I push against his chest so I can get away from him.

He pauses and I sound cold, more hurt than I aimed for.

“If caring for me is such a burden, stop.”

This is why he’s filled with scars, because he’s a dick even when telling his own fucking wife that he cares about her. I’m destined to be a burden, a weight on the back of the people who should care about me. It will never change and that isn’t a fault of anyone, but it’s a quality I possess.

Vlad loosens his hands, and I take the opportunity, attempting to drop to my feet. He tightens them before my toes can touch the ground, and I don’t react to the feeling of his dick brushing between my thighs. I remain fixed on the glass, watching the fog and the droplets race down. His voice is rough, dulling the sound of the shower spray.

“Look at me.”

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