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TWENTY-THREE

Inessa

I ’m going to shoot Vlad in the foot or hand, maybe then he’ll remember that I fucking exist and learn to tell me things. I stand waiting for him like I’m his fucking nanny and I can see his eyes roll through the tinted window before he even gets out of the car. He told Dima, fucking Dima, that we were moving and didn’t think to tell me. I turn around so he can’t drag me into the house and Vitali smirks from his seat on the sofa.

“Shut it. And turn around,” I say while walking.

It turns into a laugh at my outburst, and he stretches his arm on the back of the sofa as he asks, “Are you more pissed that he told his husband first or that we’re moving?”

I ignore him and walk to the office as if it’s my choice and reverse our earlier positions as dress shoes tap against the tile behind me. I’m sat on the edge of his desk when Vlad walks in and he smirks like a prick. He takes off his suit jacket, arranging it on the back of the chair opposite me and walking far too easily.

He does this every time, just fucking decides shit with no concern for my life. Knowing his routine, I wait for him to pour a drink and he pauses, looking from my face to the decanter. Whatever he sees has him pouring more than he usually does and I start as soon as he’s taken the first sip.

“You can’t just decide to move and then tell someone the night before.”

He takes slow steps towards me; my heart is pounding against my ribs at the look in his eyes. It’s predatory and angry. Vlad does things to my body that don’t match my brain. My legs drop open automatically when his thighs brush my knees, and he holds my neck, speaking against my lips.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want, and you will do what I say.”

Stroking across my neck, he cups my jaw, tilting my head back, stopping me from arguing.

His rough command doesn’t match the gentle thumb brushing my bottom lip.

“Open your mouth.”

Doing what he said, but not how he wanted, my anger doesn’t come out as desire coats my refusal.

“You don’t tell me what to do, you ask. Nicely.”

He hums to himself as he traces my lips with his thumb. His eyes follow the movement and I stare at his lips, wondering how soft they are. They look soft, and they felt soft against my neck. He takes an uncivilized gulp of vodka, stopping me from being able to feel them.

I don’t know what I expect him to do, but his throat doesn’t bob showing he’s swallowed it, and he moves closer. Hooking his thumb over my teeth, he gently pulls until my mouth is open and pours the vodka from his mouth into mine. There’s a gap between our lips that I want to close. I’m a mess between my thighs at what he’s doing. It’s disrespectful and disgusting, but my body doesn’t translate it the same. I only ever want to drink like this for the rest of my life.A moan slips out as the cool liquor is passed from his mouth to mine and his piercing eyes land on mine.

Letting go of my teeth, his thumb slowly leaves my mouth as my lips close with the urge to swallow. The liquid gets trapped in my throat as he wraps my hair around his fist and pulls my head back, so I’m looking up at the ceiling. Soft lips press into my neck and my gulp is audible as I forget everything. I don’t know why I’m in Vlad’s office or what we were talking about, the only thing I know is that his lips are soft and moving across my neck.

My eyes roll back when his deep voice vibrates through my ear, setting my nerve endings alight.

“Me being drunk doesn’t work, let’s see if it’s better when you’re intoxicated.”

I’m not drunk off one mouthful, but lust has my senses leaving and I nod. I grip the edge of the desk, the wood bites into my palms while I hold on to reality. It’s worse when his shark-like smile presses below my ear before he drops his voice, and my legs.

“Did you use my gift?”

The only part of my body he’s touching is my hair and his face barely brushing my neck, but I’m unable to focus. Needing more, I grab his belt and pull his hips closer. The movement has his hand flexing around my hair as he pulls my head further back and I lock my ankles behind him, so I don’t lose the pressure I’ve found.Fuck, he feels good. The suit is high quality as always and his ass is pressed against my calves as I tighten my legs around him.

My moan flows through my plea as I grind against him.

“Fuck, Vlad, do something.”

I can’t see him with my head bent back and ice clinks before he trails it up the column of my throat. I work for my release, grinding against his hardening covered length as he traces my lips with the ice cube and repeats his question even lower, “Did you use my gift to break in your tight cunt?”

I can’t answer because I chase the ice melting against my lips with my tongue. The truth will make him stop and I’ve been too concerned with being caught to get release that it’s all built up. It’s biology, nothing to do with the man himself.

A moan springs free filled with frustration at not having what I want as he presses into me. The asshole stops it leaving, by gently pushing the ice cube between my lips and I look down my nose to see what he’s doing. His attention is fixed on the movement. He doesn’t push the ice further, and it slowly melts, dripping down my tongue as he gets another cube with a gentle insult.

“Let’s see if we can numb your filthy tongue.”

He attacks my neck with barely-there kisses, his lips and teeth only adding to my frustration of not enough.

“Good girl, stay quiet and I’ll continue.”

He pulls on my hair, forcing my neck to extend further as the melting ice drips from the corner of my lips to my cheek and down my jaw.

My eyes close as he chases the droplet with his tongue, and I clench my thighs around him as he bites into my jaw, breathing out, “Meelaya.”

The usual sarcastic undertone is missing, and I want it to be true. For the endearment to have a meaning. There’s another sharp tug on my hair, causing more of the water to drip from my lips on the other side and a pathetic low moan vibrates around the small remnant of ice cube left between my lips as he kisses the pit of my neck. His stubble scrapes my chest and follows up my throat as he does the same act of meeting the droplet with his tongue.

They meet below my jaw and my hand whips out holding his side as he lightly sucks on the sensitive skin. A low dark laugh vibrates into my throat making my breath shake as he makes his way back to my lips. He leans over me, his shoulders strong and that twisted smile on his face isn’t annoying.

“Would my bride like another drink?”

I should say no, or yes then spit it in his face, but I don’t. I nod weakly and that smile widens as he lifts the tumbler to it. He doesn’t look away from me as he takes a sip and slowly lowers it to his side.

Oh fuck, I’m going to be ruined without his dick even leaving his boxers. He maintains the slow torturous pace as he lines his lips over mine leaving the smallest gap and tightens his fist around my hair, so I can’t close it. My lips part, the ice dropping against my tongue, and he doesn’t just allow the vodka to float into my mouth, he forcefully spits it like a fountain. Why the fuck do I like this?

His eyes darken as he stares at my lips and roughly orders, “Do not swallow.”

Fuck him. I’m going to strain my neck in this position and he’s not actually touching me, so I’m getting rid of one frustration before I can run upstairs and deal with the other. My gulp is audible, and I manage to croak out around his hold tightening on my hair, “Whoops, I was thirsty.”

There’s a glimmer of pride before he pushes it away and I quickly add.

“Men usually love a woman who swallows, is that a trait you don’t share, lapachka?”

His features darken and my limbs go limp.

My throat turns dry as Vlad takes half a step closer to me and becomes menacing.

“Which fucking men have you met?”

I like this even more and ignore the way my neck begins to twitch. He notices it and softens his hold on my hair a fraction. My answer is soft, gentle, unlike the man who hears it.

“I forgot all of their names, get the phone book and we’ll start crossing them off.”

This is his fault for treating me like a whore for years and saying I need to be broken in, I’m not a pair of boots that will nip his ankles.

Ice clinks as he drops the tumbler beside my thigh. The clinking continues in the background of his deep threat.

“Trust me Inessa, I’ll cross their fucking names out of history. Play this game with me and you’ll be responsible for the reduction of the world’s population.”

I knew he liked me. Vlad is threatening murder in my name, which by his standards means that I hold importance in his warped brain. I can’t contain my glee and smile up at him as I stroke up his abs, suppressing a moan.

“I was only doing what my wonderful fiancé told me to.”

He scoffs and shakes his head.

A whimper gets stuck in my throat as an icy wet trail moves up my thigh and my muscles loosen, giving him space. He doesn’t step back but widens his thighs stopping me from moving as I tug on his belt.

“Answer the question, meelaya.”

The ice cube traces over my leg until it’s moving up my inner thigh. Cupping the back of my head as my back arches, he allows me to see him fully and the skirt of my dress is resting on his wrist as he slowly marks a path up.

His eyes are nearly black and the air freezes in my lungs when he flicks his eyes up, staring into my lust-filled brain. I shake as the cold mixes with my heat over my panties. I have to tense every muscle in my body to stop from climaxing when he’s barely touched me. The smug bastard smirks and taunts me, “How’s my success rate so far?”

The smirk has my anger mixing with lust and frustration. making me snap, “I’ve had better.”

He drops the ice cube to the floor, and he teases his thumb over my clit. The silk separating us does nothing to dull the sensation, a fake moan mixes with a real one and he grips my throat trying to stop me.

“Fuck, just like Jack.”

I don’t even know anyone with that name, but he doesn’t need to know that, and I’m dragged forward until we’re face to face.

I’m soaked through my panties, and he circles my entrance with two fingers through the silk. The fake moan disappears and turns into a groan when he abruptly pulls his hand free. His thumb is under my jaw and forefinger on the other side, keeping my head in position as he indelicately pulls my panties to the side and strokes two fingers through my slit. I clench and let out a moan that I really wish I hadn’t because it makes him smile and fills him with arrogance. His fingers flex as I hold his belt and he brings his fingers to his mouth. He makes me lose my own game as he hums around the digits, and I crumble inside at how quickly I’ve lost.

“Hmm, just like Ashley,” he groans without looking away from me.

Grabbing his dick through his trousers, I ignore his size now that my own actions have been turned on me, killing any lust. My voice is deadly, and I grip harder, wanting to see Vlad hurt like I am.

“Don’t you fucking dare mention another woman’s name when your dick is hard for me.”

Being an even bigger bastard, he presses into my hand and leans forward so I can’t see anything other than his icy stare.

“Who said I was thinking about you?”

Flinching back like he hit me, my throat burns as I try to swallow, and I turn cold. He doesn’t stay in my space as I push against his chest, and he keeps his vile mouth closed, letting me leave with my head held high as tears burn the back of my throat. It’s anger that has my vision blurring, not sadness. I tried to play the devil and lost, epically.He knows it’s bullshit where I’m concerned. I’m not thinking about anyone else because he’s too big of a presence. But the reverse isn’t true, I’m forgettable and interchangeable.

Storming to the top floor, I go straight to the bathroom and pick up his toothbrush. He always spits shit out, so it makes sense that it goes in the toilet. It’s hovering over the bowl when the rough deadly threat has me smiling.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Looking over my shoulder, my tears have disappeared, and I smile sweetly, letting it slide through my hand until the head is under the water. My smile doesn’t dip as I shake my head and I can’t hide my amusement.

“Look what you did by scaring me.”

Vlad’s foot lifts and I try to escape, but he’s covering the door. Reaching me in two strides, he grips my nape, folding me in half and walking me towards the tub. I can’t get him off in this position and he angles his hips away from me to stop me hitting him in the dick.

His voice vibrates off the tile with a lie.

“I’ve been fucking kind and gave you warnings.”

Spluttering to argue that he’s a dick, he holds my nape tighter, ignoring my nails digging into his hand. I can only see our shoes and the sound of water running fills the room as my knees touch the tub.

He increases the pressure on my neck and holds my wrists with one hand at my back, as the tub fills up. The tips of my hair float on the rising water level as the sound fills the room. Squeezing my wrists in warning, he doesn’t do it hard enough to hurt, and the deadly voice cuts through any other sounds.

“If you move your hands, I’ll start again.”

The warning doesn’t make sense until he pushes my head into the water and my dress is shoved up.

Pushing my head up is instinctual, but my hands don’t move as if they’re being restrained when they’re free. My legs widen as warmth ghosts the side of my thigh and his cursing is muted under the water as my body jolts forward. My ass stings and I’m pulled up, making me choke and cough as he kicks my ankles further apart. It’s nearly uncomfortable, but his thumb is making circles on my neck, and I grip the edge of the freestanding tub the furthest away from me. His bark is rough, and he lets his palm slap off the middle of my ass, making me clench.

“Put them behind your back. Move them and I’ll shove that toothbrush you love up your ass and fucking glue it there.”

My hands move of their own accord, and I cross my wrists together at the small off my back. His praise isn’t something I’d ever expect as he squeezes my ass.

“Good girl. Two more, then you can apologize.”

Fuck that. I didn’t fucking do anything, and he prevents me arguing as he roughly pushes me back down again. Then slaps my other ass cheek with more force and my stupid fucking brain is enjoying it. He doesn’t leave me under the water for longer than it takes for him to spank me and the third time his fingers slap against my pussy making me groan underwater.

I don’t choke as he pulls me back up, having prepared myself, and my hair drips into the still-rising water. His warm palms massage my ass cheeks, and I have to bite my lip to stop from moaning.

His deep voice is closer than I anticipated.

“Have you learnt how to fucking behave now?”

Dropping my hands from my back in answer, a dry laugh bounces off the tile and the water cuts off before it can spill over the edge.

His fingers on my nape flex and I hold my breath as I’m moved down. It’s longer this time and Vlad’s muffled musing doesn’t sink in with the water dulling my senses as he strokes between my thighs. My ass rocks forward from the force of his hand and I’m pulled up before I can fall.

“You never fucking listen,” he grits out.

Pushing me back down, he goes to my other cheek, and I’m fucked in the head, smiling underwater and pushing my ass back into his palm.

Stretching my arm behind me, I curl my hand around his inner thigh, moving up as I’m pulled out of the water again.

“Opasnyy,” he whispers.

He’s still hard and I flatten my palm over his groin, feeling him through the material.

My head is slowly lowered into the water again as he pushes his hips into my palm, and I widen my thighs, wanting the third slap between my thighs again.

Not disappointing me, he cups my pussy, grinding his palm into me and giving me the friction I need. I’m close to climaxing when the bastard moves his hand back and I scream underwater as he slaps against my clit. My knees shake, little air bubbles trap my moans and I’m gently pulled up until I’m leaning against his chest. I try to act like I didn’t just come with my panties on while being drowned. It doesn’t work when I see his stupid smirk, and I hide behind my wet hair.

He lifts me in a bridal carry, my head against his shoulder and my knees over his forearm. The wet curtain is moved off my face with one of his inked fingers and my eyes snap closed, so I don’t have to see his stupidly handsome smug face. Everything freezes when he presses his warm lips to my cold cheek and his laugh filters through his gloating.

“I’m still at 100%.”

Nuzzling into his warmth, I fake being unaffected and there’s no heat to my order, “Take my shoes off, my feet hurt.”

His hands are huge, and he holds the back of my thighs with one as he does as he’s told.

I stay in his arms as he carries me out of the bathroom, my hair dripping against the floor like a metronome leading to our bed. Vlad doesn’t get me a towel or make any attempt to dry me off before sitting on the bed and becoming even weirder. He massages down my calves and holds my foot, pressing his thumbs into the arch and soothing the hurt I lied about. It tickles and I kick out at him as a high-pitched giggle wraps around my refusal.

“Stop, I don’t like it.”

The air in my lungs freezes as this monster, this self-proclaimed psycho, fucking tickles me and jokes without causing injury.

“If you don’t like it why are you laughing, meelaya?”

I twist on his thighs trying to escape, it makes me slip, and his dick is digging into my back, but he doesn’t stop until tears spring to my eyes. He straightens me over his thighs and kills my humor with something worse. His lips press into my temple, and I can feel my anger melt away. That’s the worst thing that can happen. It will make me imbalanced, but he doesn’t stop and smoothly turns to lay me on the bed. His voice is softer than it has ever been, there’s still the roughness present but by Vlad standards it’s gentle.

“Go to sleep, we’re moving in the morning.”