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TWENTY-SEVEN

Inessa

I may as well be naked, but Vlad has only removed his jacket and tie. His refusal to touch me fully is annoying as fuck and I lay as he instructed. He tilts his head to the side when I have one foot on each side of the armrests, and hums as he lifts my leg, letting himself out of the cage. My face is heating at being dismissed and he can go fuck himself since he clearly isn’t going to fuck me.

Before I can move, soft cushions are positioned under my back, propping me up and he stares down at me, speaking to himself.

“Better.”

He slowly walks away. His fingers brush up the length and trace the contours of my curves as he goes back to the end of the bed.He’s killing me with barely-there touches and all I really want is to feel his lips on mine. For the first time since I met him, he’s been open and actually touched me instead of telling me to shut up.

He lifts my leg to let himself back into his seat. Electricity moves up my calf from his fingers settling between my thighs as my imagination recreates his touch where I want him. He’s barely touching me and I’m a wreck. Stroking up from my ankles to my knees, he presses his palms, widening my thighs and blazes an indecent trail down my body.

It should not affect me. I like my body and I’m comfortable in it. That’s what matters. But seeing his appreciation has me squirming for more. His voice is deep and low, giving an instruction I don’t mind following.

“Take everything off,” he softly presses his lips to the inside of my knee and speaks against my skin, “slowly.”

The rough, deep voice has my eyes rolling back and my back arches without him touching anything other than the inside of my knees. The smallest crease appears between his brows, not noticing the hooks at the front of my bra as I push my shoulders into the sheets. He smirks as my chest raises off the bed and I undo each one painfully slowly.

He lightly slaps the inside of my thigh for doing as he said, his eyes darkening, adding excitement to my lust.

“Not that slow, brat.”

Not changing my pace, I lift my leg and put my ankle on his shoulder, stretching my back and a groan brushes against my calf before his lips touch my skin. It’s a small thing, but it has me moving faster, wanting more. Using his lips as a reward, he presses them to my knee when I let the lace covering my chest fall away.

I don’t look away from his icy eyes as I slowly trace my ribs and hook my thumbs in the side of my panties. It’s intoxicating to stare at this violent man restraining himself. My ankle slips as I lift my hips and I catch myself on the armrest. My heel scrapes against his bicep on its journey down but there’s no threat. Smiling sweetly to keep it away, he laughs lightly and looks between my legs, waiting for me to move again.

I slowly push the lace off my hips, and he kisses my other knee. I keep pushing them down, wanting his lips to move up. When they reach my knees, he grips the middle of my soaked panties and pulls, dragging me with them, before they snap against the outside of my thigh. Every part of my body must be flaming red at Vlad’s inspection. He holds the torn material in his palm and moves his other hand up my thigh.

“How long?”

His question is weird as fuck, making me pause, and those piercing eyes latch on to me, threatening my soul.

“How long has your cunt been drenched for? All night? At the church?”

Everything about the man is criminal, especially his tongue and I forget what he said when he parts me with two fingers. My inner muscles clench the longer he stares and the coo leaving his brutal lips has me dripping on the sheets.

“You’re not ready for me yet, meelaya.”

A whimper bursts from my throat and my legs are shaking from the cold air blowing on my heated flesh.

He pushes forward in his seat, not removing his stare from between my legs. The low instruction has me finding relief.

“Use two fingers and rub your pretty little clit.”

Nodding to myself, my hand has already moved before the words have fully left his mouth. I make rapid circles and openly use him as my inspiration. Fingers slap against the back of my hand with warning and I slow down.

“Good girl. Now push them inside your tight cunt slowly.”

Holding the backs of my thighs in each hand, he pulls my lips apart with his thumbs and stretches my limbs. My fingers move as he doesn’t look away and I stare at the top of his head.

I must be going at the right speed because he doesn’t say anything, and my hand is soaked as I circle my entrance with my two middle fingers.

“Oh fuck.”

Every profanity I can think of breaks up my moan as I push my fingers inside myself and squeeze my tits together. He looks up my body like I’m art, and groans, blowing across my clit. He’s closer and my legs try to close around his head to pull him into me and give me sweet relief.

He’s filling my senses without moving his hands where I want them. I don’t want to feel my own fingers, his are bigger and rougher. Refusing to ask for what I want, I try to work a third finger in, and his features harden. I pause my movements, waiting for something to happen.

Time slows down. I don’t know what I expect him to do but the smirk on his face is sinister, and he kisses the inside of my thigh without breaking eye contact.

My heart begins pounding under the intensity of his stare as he slowly does the same to the other side. He’s a wolf toying with me before devouring me. But I want, need, to be devoured whole. Moving closer to where I need him with his lips, my inner muscles clench so hard they squeeze my fingers out and his eyes go wide with lust. The view has Vlad stopping his torture and I scream his name as he buries his face between my legs.

Pulling my lips wider with his thumbs he turns his head side to side making me see and feel stars. I’m thrashing from the force of my climax, running away while wanting more and the devil orders me with his eyes alone. There’s no fear in my body, it’s desire and he, my husband, is the sole owner, making me fight my own body to stay still. Kissing my clit as a reward, his tongue turns gentle and a pathetic whimper floats above me.

It’s not my voice, I’ve never sounded like that, but he’s breaking me apart with gentle strokes and rough eyes. Marking a delicate line from my clit to my entrance with his tongue, it pulls more needy noises from me.

“Vlad.”

A moan cuts me off, but I don’t have anything inside my brain other than his name. It’s the only syllable my tongue is capable of making while his pushes into me.

My hand that was limply between my thighs is trapped and I try to wriggle it free as twisted pleasure stares back at me. It’s the wrong thing to do because it makes him stop fucking me with his tongue and I deflate against the cushions. He sits back in the chair and holds my wrist with me glistening on his lips and chin. I have to bite my cheek to stop from calling him beautiful. Every muscle in my body clenches and my toes curl as he licks his lips and positions my fingers back at my entrance.

Softening his voice as much as he’s able to doesn’t change anything in his order.

“Don’t come this time, meelaya, we need to stretch your tight cunt to take me.”

Nodding my head because I’d agree to sell him my soul for a penny right now, he smiles and pushes two of my fingers inside me. Earthquakes have aftershocks and so does my climax as my eyes roll back.

There’s no warning as Vlad follows my fingers with two of his own and it burns. It’s not painful, but it’s close and I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on the pleasure. Massaging up my stomach to my tits, he scissors our fingers and kisses the inside of my knee. The softest whisper coaxes me to open my eyes.

“Relax for me, malysh.”

Blowing out a breath, I try to stop my inner walls pulsing and he keeps his lips pressed to my skin.

He’s not a gentle person by nature, or nurture, and this is the softest Vlad to ever exist as he smiles down at me. Blowing down my thigh, he stretches his hand up from my chest and wraps it around my neck. The move has my brain shutting off and my muscles loosening. He doesn’t cut off my air and loosens his hold when I relax. He strokes up my jaw and rubs his thumb over my lips. My tongue follows the movement, and he teases my mouth as he slowly presses the pad of his thumb between my lips.

My skin tingles from the intense stare and the small voice in the back of my head hates me. I don’t want eye contact or Vlad to pretend he cares. It will make our transactional marriage confusing, and I hold his wrist finding my voice.

“I’m ready.”

It’s a partial lie but having the devil soften is killing me.He needs to be brutal, to hurt me, and then it will kill any notion of me thinking he cares so I know the truth. This is why everyone was fearful. I’ll physically survive this marriage, but my emotions won’t.

He doesn’t move and keeps fucking me with our fingers while I force my muscles to relax. Masking the nerves, I arch my back serving two purposes of escaping the icy eyes and getting relief. Soft lips press into my thigh, and I need him to stop. I like it too much and we’re both lying to each other. My lies are to get under his skin while he’s making a home within mine. The chemicals flowing through my body are making it into more when it never will be.

My stupid brain is torn when he takes our fingers away and I move, siding with logic. I push my ass in the air as I turn onto my stomach and widen my legs. If I don’t see his face it will be better, it’ll definitely be better not seeing his dick. My stomach churns with nerves as clothes rustle behind me, but I stop myself from looking. He massages my ass with both hands, then kisses up my spine. Electricity flows from his lips until he reaches my ear and the stupid softness that would be anger on anyone else floats into my head.

“On your back, meelaya.”

Shaking my head, the cold-hearted me comes out.

“No, I prefer this way.”

I have no reference of a dick being inside of me, but I’ll take the pain over false care. I can’t even escape it by literally shaking my ass in front of him as he strokes my hair away from my face and whispers, “It will hurt you more.”

Reaching behind me with both hands, I grip Vlad’s bare thighs, ignoring how nice they feel when he flexes, and pull him closer, to urge him to move.

He remains still and takes a controlled breath. I can feel the heat emanating off him as he blankets my back. His corded forearm is resting by my head with my weakness right in front of my eyes. There’s a deep bulging vein over his bicep and I want to bite it. He’s not even touching me, and my desire is making me a fool as I bite into the corner of my lip to stop my teeth from sinking into his muscle. They’re so fucking pretty it’s unfair. Even the tattoos telling me he’s a murderer, a criminal, are stoking my lust higher.

He moves back, still blanketing me and strokes his dick through my slit. I want to scream at the slow movements, Vlad is the devil, and he’s pretending to be an angel like he’s incapable of hurting anyone. My eyes close as he positions himself at my entrance. He’s thick and his thighs aren’t touching the back of mine so I’m unable to gauge the length. The pressure disappears, but I don’t move. He’s literally going to turn me down when I have one task to complete to get to freedom. I clench as he pushes both thumbs into me and stretches me.

“I won’t hurt you like this.”

His promise is barely audible as he continues fucking me with his thumbs. It’s slow, and he kisses between my shoulder blades. The words are nearly silent, but the conviction is loud, and I relax again.

Pushing my ass back, I dig my nails into his thighs for more. Everything is jumbled and I want the good feeling back, when there was too much desire for the fearful memories of Pavel standing over me to sink in. I want the devil to chase away the whispers and Vlad kisses my shoulder like he’s aware of my thoughts. Removing his thumbs, he holds himself up with his hand flat beside my head and I let go of his thigh to hold his bicep beside. They’re my weakness and his scrapbook of crimes is comforting, telling me they’ll chase away any other monster.