Page 33 of Viparious

His suave, sophisticated act continues, and he speaks calmly despite his audience.

“A man in your position should know better than to believe everything he hears, or is there truth in the rumors I may have heard?”

I haven’t heard any rumors about Verelli, other than him being a bastard child. Everyone has heard them, though, and there are whispers about who his mother is. No one can deny his father when he has the late Verelli senior’s eye color, and his sister has publicly acknowledged who he is. So, I make a mental note to get the gossip from my husband when we leave.

My worry over Valentin provoking a reaction was misplaced, it’s Vlad I should have told not to as he asks Dion Kadare.

“How’s your niece, Liliya?”

The lying bastard has been keeping things from me. They may not be important, but I still want to know and eavesdrop as the tension increases. Whatever Vlad knows gets a reaction, but it’s not the one he wanted as they walk away, and he’s left frustrated in his violence like he’s left me in lust.

NINE

Inessa

My mind keeps flickering between frustration over not being allowed a release and frustration of Vlad not telling me what he knows. The entire car ride, he kept fucking with me, and it’s even more annoying that he’s unaffected despite my best attempts.I still try because I’m clearly a glutton for punishment, and I avoid his biceps as I turn my head to the side and press my lips to his jawline, hoping it makes him agreeable.

He stands behind me in the closet and kisses up my neck as he undoes the zip at the back of my dress. The fabric gets stuck between our bodies, and a moan fixes itself to my question as he starts the vibrations again.

“What were you talking about?”

His soft lips are harsh, telling me to shut up, and he grinds into my ass with a counteroffer.

“Do you want to have a conversation, or do you want me to stuff you full of my cum?”

Turning in his arms, I free myself of the dress wrapped around my middle and hook my arms around his neck.

“You can do two things at once, lapachka.”

I smile sweetly to try to coax the truth. He just stares at me with a blank expression.He grabs my hips and rocks me into him, but there’s no emotion in his voice.

“I’d rather not discuss other men while my dick is inside you.”

I’ve finally worn him down because it’s not shut up or no for once, so I sweeten my offer.

“Will you tell me if I suck your dick?”

He traces my lips with his thumb as he mutters under his breath, “Filthy fucking mouth.” It feels like a compliment rather than an insult and I poke my tongue, swirling small circles on the pad of his thumb to help my cause.

I hollow my cheeks as he slowly flirts with my mouth by pushing it between my lips. The bastard smirks and takes his phone to increase the vibrations, forcing a garbled moan from my throat. Icy eyes pin me in place and his voice drops as he walks me backward.

“You offered this sweet, filthy mouth in exchange for information like a whore, meelaya.”

Opening my mouth to insult him back, he pushes against my teeth, distorting my words.

“I’m not a whore, you asshole.”

All my anger is muted with his hold, and the vibrations change, making my eyes roll back into my head. His phone drops with a muted thud against the rug in the center of the room and he cups between my thighs, giving me relief. It’s only for a moment, then it’s gone. I’m going to cry; my eyes burn, threatening me as he removes the magnet and rips the side of my panties. Slowly pulling the toy out of me, I clench, refusing to give it up when I’m so close.

But the neurotic fuck holds my throat, and his features darken in threat. Forcing my body to relax allows him to gently remove it, and dickhead Vlad takes over. He flattens his palm on my chest slightly, pushing until I tilt back and taps my ankle for me to widen my legs. I refuse to move because he’s the most annoying fucking thing in existence, and it’s the only thing I have control of. But I’m weak, and his voice is too powerful.

“Firstly, I’ve seen your browser history, you wish you were a whore. Secondly, open your legs and let me see this swollen pussy I call home.”

Embarrassment, humiliation, and then warmth take over my body with each of his statements.

I know he hasn’t seen my search history, or he’d have mentioned it, but I freeze, refusing to assign any deeper meaning to his lustful words. He always says crazy shit, he can’t know what I’ve searched. I haven’t said a word, but he copies me and moves back, scrutinizing my features and searching my brain through my eyes. Whatever he sees has my frustrated, needy tears burning the back of my eyes. My cheeks heat as he turns on his heel and marches into the bedroom.

The toy is vibrating across the floor, and I can’t even get relief with it. Taking the old-fashioned route, I lean against the wall, and my fingers skim my stomach when the angry bark makes me flinch.

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