Page 34 of Viparious

“Inessa, in here. Now.”

He sounds authoritative and older than usual. My brain, and other parts of my body, like it, so I follow the impolite order.I kick my heels off before I leave, and the euphoria of not having them pinch my ankles mixes with my lust.

I walk into the bedroom without a stitch of clothing, but my head is high, and my shoulders are straight. It all threatens to crumple when I see Vlad going through my laptop. The searches weren’t even serious. I just went down a rabbit hole of dicks when curiosity got the better of me. Keeping the same pace so I don’t snitch on myself, I try to grab the device when I’m within reach, but the asshole snatches it away and continues scrolling while I follow him.

Attempting to reason with his psychotic ass is my mistake.

“Can you not go through my things? It’s rude.”

Stopping abruptly, he holds it above my head and my entire body flushes as he reads the searches.

“World’s biggest dick. Huge monster cock. What does a creampie look like? Stretched pussy. Triple penetration. 9 v 1 gangbang.”

There’s nothing but humor in his eyes and I lie, “I thought you might have a world record on account of your personality, and I wanted to update your picture.”

He forces the authoritative voice, and a shiver works up my spine.

“Shall I keep going?”

I shake my head because it looks like all I do is watch porn. He finally closes the screen before it can show where I started.He says stupid things, so it’s his own fault that I became curious.

He sets my laptop down on the dresser beside him and holds my ass in both hands as he softens his voice to disguise that he’s laughing at me.

“Is that what you want, meelaya, nine dicks using every hole you have until you’re exhausted and covered in a mix of cum and sweat?”

It wasn’t when I watched it, but it is now with the deep rumble in my ear. My voice sounds small and naïve, admitting the truth.

“I was curious and then I just kept clicking on things at the side.”

I may not have had penetrative sex prior to getting married, but it doesn’t mean I hadn’t led a life. But some things are curated scenes recorded for a reason. They’re not going to spring up in everyday life.

He squeezes my ass, presses a gentle kiss below my ear, and the filthy offer flows straight into my senses.

“No one else touches you. Between the two of us, you can have a maximum of five.” I look at him dumbly when I can’t follow his dirty train of thought. He threads our fingers together, holding them beside my head and enlightens me on logistics. “Obviously, my dick. Then we have two hands each. You’ll have to do some of the work yourself, moya koroleva.”

My brain can’t make sense of anything.

Repeating what he said in my head, I lean up on my toes and speak against his lips, so we’re eye to eye.

“You’re not pissed that I was watching it?”

I thought he would rage, act like a prick, and demand I never look at anyone other than him. A crease forms between his brows and he assesses me as he speaks slowly.

“Why would I give a fuck? You’re not touching anyone else, and they’re not touching you.” I seal our lips together at his rationality, but he doesn’t let me deepen the kiss and ruins my good mood.“It’s the same as if I was watching that shit.”

Dropping back down to earth physically and mentally, I try to move around him. I’m contradicting myself, proud of Vlad for being rational while I’m bitter inside at the thought of what he watches and him getting off without me. He grabs my wrists and bends my arms to hold them in one hand at my lower back. His scarred, inked knuckles come up as he holds my chin between his thumb and finger, forcing me to look at the stupid smirk on his face.

“What’s wrong, meelaya?”

I hate him.

I stop him from saying anything outrageous to get a reaction and spit out my truth.

“You don’t need to watch porn, you have me.”

It doesn’t come out right and he curls his lips in to stop the laugh escaping.

“Don’t say it.” My warning doesn’t work, and we both end up saying his thoughts aloud.

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