Page 9 of Viparious

It’s such a pretty smile, rare and precious because there’s no stupid comment or violent excitement behind it. Seeing it makes my chest crack at the thought of who he could have been if he wasn’t forced to be the devil to protect himself. His level of neurosis is due to him enduring pain mentally, so his brain shuts off, finding it funny so he can survive. He became the jester of his own hell, so he didn’t have to cry.

I lean up on my toes, aiming for a chaste kiss, but he pushes into me, deepening it. Wrapping my arms around his waist so he can’t pick me up, the injured idiot still tries. I don’t want to lose his lips against mine and shake my head as my body finally relaxes now that he’s home. My hands move automatically up and down his sculpted, warm back, not out of appreciation of his body, I missed the devil, and I’d rather keep the emotion in my limbs than have my tongue verbalize it.

My teddy bear comes out when he breaks our connection, brushing the tip of his nose against mine. Resting our foreheads together, he looks like a different person. There’s no aggression in his icy eyes. He cups my jaw and strokes my bottom lip, making it tingle from the small contact. The softness carries into his voice as he stares at my lips like they contain the answers to the universe.

“This mouth is going to kill me.”

I’m wearing a fluffy robe that is tied way too tight and my hair is still damp, but there’s no taunt. He doesn’t point out any flaw and traces my features. Longing pulls at his features and his whisper is barely audible.

“Ty zastavlyayesh’ menya zhelat’, chtoby vse bylo po-drugomu2.”

Waiting for him to tell me what exactly he wishes he could change, it doesn’t come. He shutters off and straightens, taking a controlled breath.

The habit of having his suit as armor means his fingers touch air when he goes to straighten his shirt sleeves. My smile is slow with realization, and I look up, full of joy, as I ask, “Do I make you nervous, Mr. Vartanov?”

He proves I’m right when he takes a step back, but there’s no change in his demeanor as he goes to his bar cart in the corner.

Following him because I’ve found the smallest thread, I take the tumbler from his hand before he can lift it. I’ve seen Vlad in every different persona he has, the commanding presence never leaves and it’s still there now as I take his seat behind his desk. He pulls the seat back before I can fully settle, then lifts me and steals it out from under me. I’m not complaining when he sits me on his thigh instead. It makes a better throne.

His big hand covers my entire thigh as he slips it under my robe and lust floods my body at the deep rumble.

“Take it off. You haven’t welcomed me home, meelaya.”

Feigning nonchalance, I sip his vodka to give my voice time to remove the desire.

“You double-knotted it, so it doesn’t open, remember.”

The warmth is removed from my thigh, and the drawer slides out in a blur. I’m pulled forward faster than I can anticipate, and his other hand leaves the drawer in a blur. There’s no tug against my body as the belt around my waist is cut away. His voice is more playful, matching his smile.

“I’ve fixed it for you.”

I ignore my obvious nakedness and reach past his beautiful face to pick up his tumbler.

1 Endearment: my darling

2 You make me wish things were different.

THREE

Vlad

No matter how many times I see Inessa or in what state, she’s always breathtaking. The evil glint in her eye adds to her beauty as she sips from my drink. She sets the tumbler down as her lips are pushed open, showing the ice between her teeth, and my queen fucks with me. Tracing a slow path from my ear to my clavicle, the cold trail has my senses heightening. I can feel every breath she takes brushing my skin and she shakes her head when my hand moves up her inner thigh.She’s careful not to allow any more of our bodies to touch and tenses her thighs to communicate I’m not to go further.

When I move my hand further up, my thumb slipping between the tiny crease to create space, she knocks it away by crossing one leg over the other. Her ass is pushed back against the armrest as she goes lower with her mouth. She’s adorable as fuck trying to soothe the marks in her dirty little game. A groan gets trapped in my chest at the thought of her lips wrapped around me. I’ve avoided fucking her mouth, wanting her to get pregnant as soon as possible. But now, I never want my cum anywhere else, so we have an excuse. A reason for her to remain my queen until it’s no longer physically possible.

I’ve fucked up and become attached to her. There’s still no yearning for any life. Maybe I can keep her with me until the end and find another path to secure everyone’s future when I’m no longer here. She sucks the ice back into her mouth and nips my pec with her teeth to get my attention back on her. I look down and thread my fingers through her hair so there’s nothing obstructing my view as I ask, “Do you need to talk?”

I miss her voice, the real one that isn’t courtesy of a hallucination, but she rolls her eyes and takes it as an insult.

I roll back in the chair, giving her more space. Her eyes darken, and she tilts her head back, making a show out of toying with the ice between her lips. Each small movement as she sucks it into her mouth stokes my lust. Her tongue is a muscle and one that she exercises constantly, so I know she’ll have the ability to destroy me. Her teasing mouth continues tracing my abs, and I flex, watching the lust play out on her face. So fucking expressive. She can’t hide anything, and she slips off my thigh when she reaches my waistband.

My wife is a force and the only person in existence who could get away with the shit she pulls. Inessa doesn’t allow the ice to melt. She grabs my jaw in her soft hand and passes the melting cube between my lips with glee, making her dark eyes sparkle.

“You can hold it for me, lapachka.”

Then she attempts to lower to her knees between my thighs.

My hand whips out before I can stop it despite the need inside of me and I hold her chin, stopping her. She narrows her eyes as I bite down on the small cube then ask, “I thought you don’t kneel?”

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