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THIRTY-THREE

Vlad

I ’ve found the nectar of life and I’m never fucking missing breakfast again. Inessa tenses, nearly ripping my tongue out of my mouth with how hard her inner walls are clenching around the muscle. Massaging her thighs, so I’m not maimed, I ignore the bald spot that’s going to be forming. She was relaxed before I put my tongue inside her and it doesn’t come back as she forces me out.She’s too tight and in control. The first moment I saw her push her own fingers out I should have known that it wouldn’t be easy getting her to relax.

I don’t touch either one as I mark a line between her clit and entrance. Every part of her body is sensitive, and she leaks down my chin as I write my name on the part of her pussy I’m playing with. There’s nothing more beautiful than the sight of her trying to stay quiet. Nine days of her silence was a new form of torture and just like my bratty wife, I’ll use my mouth for payback.

Her pussy clenches around nothing as I suck her clit between my teeth, and I circle her entrance with my thumb. She’s soaked, not just wet. There’s a fucking puddle forming as her wetness slips between her ass cheeks. Ignoring the urge to race them after she tensed the first time, I slowly push my finger in her tight hole.

She loosens up, letting me work half of the digit inside as I lightly flick her clit with my tongue, she’s too fucking tight. It’s not comfortable compression, but choking. Slowing my tongue, I watch her face for any pain. There’s nothing other than lust staring at me, but I need to be sure. Her hand relaxes in my hair, and she scrapes her nails across my scalp three times with a soft smile. It’s like she’s in my head and knows I need it to chase the shit away.

I keep her clit between my lips until they let it go with a pop as I slowly pull back and she arches her back like a dancer. I’m not sat up straight, wanting her hand to be on me, but I miss her voice and slowly twist my finger, feeling for the spot that will have her under my control. Keeping my voice low in case there’s anyone close to overhear, I try to soften my voice, so it’s not an order.

“Say my name.”

I’d have Inessa recite the fucking alphabet just so I can hear what she’s taken from me. Being a brat, she flattens her palm on her stomach and extends her middle finger, circling her pretty little clit.

“It’s only fair that I scream my own name when I’m the one doing the work.”

Nipping her knuckle with my teeth so she moves, I give the queen what she wants.

She’s relaxed enough to fit another finger in and the moan leaving her is long and low. It’s vibrates through her body, making her shake around my mouth and fingers. Humming into her cunt has it being repeated, and I press down on my dick when it wants to be involved. I press my face between her thighs harder and she pulls at my hair, her thighs coming up on my shoulders, and she grinds against my face.

I lose sight of her face when she arches her back, undulating her hips, trying to ride my face. Flattening my palm in the center of her back to keep her steady, I straighten, bringing my new favorite meal with me. The closest anyone will ever get to killing me is right now, she has the power to suffocate me, and she’s lost in desire. Hugging her ass with one arm, I try to fit a third finger inside her. She clenches at the feeling, making me change my mind.I need her to be pent up and out of her fucking head.

I sit up straighter, so my head is resting against the back of the seat, and she grabs my hair with both hands. Her calves hook under my arms, riding my face like a jockey. Buying a house with a stable has paid off in my favor as she grinds against my face and relaxes around my fingers.Her fist tightens in my hair as I remove my fingers, seeing she’s getting close and pull her ass cheeks apart. She whimpers, fucking adorable, and her knuckles press into my scalp as she tries to control my movements.

I need more of her, I want to see her explode, and lift her an inch so her tight little hole is directly above my mouth. Teasing her with the point of my tongue, I make small circles where she needs me and smile as her frustration turns to anger in a rough low bark.

“Vlad.”

Her mouth opens again, and I abruptly drag her down to my mouth, making her moan, “Oh god.”

Her thighs shake on my shoulders, and I reluctantly leave her sweet cunt to go back to teasing everything other than her clit. She has control issues and can’t stop herself from coming. If she could, I’d be able to live with my tongue inside her.

Slowly pushing three fingers inside her, I watch her face for any discomfort. She isn’t at the point where she demands more, so I can’t fuck her yet. Curling them against her front wall, Inessa whimpers and looks down at me for permission. Shaking my head has more whimpering echoing through the empty kitchen and I want to taunt her. I want her to fucking beg and apologize for turning cold on me. She bites her lip to keep her sounds locked away, always a fucking brat, as I fuck her with my fingers.

She’s dripping down my wrist, but the second she climaxes I’ll be pushed away physically and mentally. I need the annoying woman to be there, for her loud mouth to be in my ear now that I’ve become accustomed to it. Footsteps drag against the tile, and she turns rigid. She pulls at my hair hard enough that tears should be springing to my eyes to get me to move, which doesn’t work, and I fuck her harder. Sucking her clit and flicking my tongue like I’ll die without it, she looks over her shoulder, torn between wanting to come and wanting to run.

I know every person’s gait in this house. Not only that but their routine, and we have a few minutes before the fun is over. Letting her go at the last second, I slowly sit her beside me, ignoring the burn on my scalp and my hair wrapped around her red fingers. She doesn’t bitch or moan, she hides behind her hair and her legs are shaking with need. For me and only fucking me. I don’t bother wiping my mouth when she’s hiding, and it won’t get a reaction out of her.

Vitali drags his limping ass into the kitchen and a crease forms between his brows as he looks at me. I never eat in the morning, it’s not some fad diet. You spend your childhood knowing you had to work for food and it becomes something you loathe, and anger fills your belly making sure there’s no space for anything else. Dropping in the seat opposite us, he plucks a strawberry from the bowl and speaks easily, not knowing what he interrupted.

“What are you doing?”

My queen raises her head and looks at me with threat as I smirk and pick up a strawberry with the two fingers that were inside her. Bringing it to my lips, I can’t help getting under her skin.

“Breakfast, it’s the most important meal of the day.”

She digs her nails into my thigh as I push the fruit in my mouth, but her sweetness is the only thing on my senses.I do the same again and hold the fruit out to her with my eyebrow raised.

The third wheel acts like a prick.

“This is adorable, cute newlyweds feeding each other.” He plucks up another berry and amends his statement, “Well Vlad is feeding you, you should do it back, repay the favor.”

Trying not to laugh doesn’t work when Inessa chokes on nothing and her face turns red. I rub circles on her back as she tries to push me away. The drugs must have kicked in as my brother makes himself useful, getting her a glass of water.Her whisper is cute as she widens her eyes in his direction.

“Stop it, he probably knows.”

She’s crazy to think there wouldn’t have been some outburst of sorts if he did. He’s the puppy, the one who makes jokes and never takes anything serious, but everyone in my family knows the rules after a childhood of being forced to watch our parents fuck.

I lift her hair off her neck and lower my voice, so he doesn’t hear as he fills a glass of water.

“Are you ashamed of doing your wifely duty and feeding your husband, meelaya?”

She retracts her claws and softens her hand on my thigh as though I’ve given her some grand speech. It doesn’t match the teasing lilt in her tone.

“Most husbands expect a three course meal.”

I sit back against the seat as Vitali’s footsteps drag closer and lift the strawberry to her lips. She parts her lips and I say for her ears only, “You do have three holes.”

Fuck me, she’s fun to play with, in all manner, and she turns red as she splutters again. Vitali drops down in his seat as he pushes the glass towards her. Care blankets his features as he stares at her asking, “Oh shit, are you allergic to something? You’re kind of all red like you have a rash.”

She raises her head trying to communicate with him and he looks at me for help. I give it helpfully as I push the glass closer.

“She talks a lot, it dries her throat out.”

He laughs as Inessa manages to stop choking to glare at me. She turns it on him, causing the sound to die and he holds his hands up with the humor still lighting up his features.

She doesn’t let go of my thigh and I test her poker face, pulling it up and resting her hand over my throbbing dick. Evil intent stares over the rim of the glass as she strokes me through my trousers. It’s not enough to give me relief and she could be holding my bare dick and I’d manage to keep my release back.Where she lacks control I embody it, I’m a grown-ass man not some teenager riddled with hormones.

I sound bored, and the brat tightens her hold, as I ask, “Did you find anything on the MC?”

Dani’s mention of who her sister kept as company is enough to get my attention and add in Leno’s dumb fucking ass. I know the rat will be there. I wouldn’t trust the cunt to successfully do up a pair of Velcro shoes on a mannequin and Vitali sits straighter.He’s most likely had all the information recounted directly from Dani now that he has his girl back.

Inessa pauses, surprised at things being discussed in front of her, but I move her hand over my dick to get her to come back to life. Vitali loses all his puppy-like qualities and speaks evenly.

“Satan’s Rejects, they have their clubhouse guarded, but there’s a party on Friday.”

There are very few people who feel comfortable enough to walk into our house and Katya storms through, still dressed up from whoever she was using last night. She grew up here, and it feels like a full house now that she’s back at the table again rather than lying about whatever schooling she wants to try to escape Dima’s miserable ass from stopping her living a life.

She clips Vitali on the back of the head as she walks past and takes the seat next to him. My voice doesn’t betray how hard Inessa is working under the table.

“Cancel your jobs for Friday and buy leather shit, there’s somewhere I need you to be.”

Her face falls, and she looks around the room, expecting her big brother to come to her defense. She’s Dima’s kid sister, and he’s too soft on her.

It gives her the misplaced confidence to flex, knowing the miserable bastard will raise hell for her.

“I’m not wearing leather, it’s made from cows.”

I’m surrounded by insolent fucking idiots and her scowl drops when I pin her in the seat with my stare.

“Okay, I’ll get vegan stuff,” she mumbles.

Her huff doesn’t match the psychotic bitch inside and the squabbling starts when she takes Vitali’s plate.

I pick up Inessa’s wrist and place it on her thigh before I adjust and slide out of the seat. It’s not a dismissal, but her face falls until I nod my head towards the office. She picks her head up as she floats out, but it doesn’t hide the way her thighs clench. I’m not going to fuck her, she needs to be pent up and needy, so filled with lust that her cunt sucks me in, so it doesn’t hurt.

She speeds up to get ahead of me and enters my office first to sit behind my desk. She fully relaxes in the chair and holds the armrests with her legs crossed. Kicking the door closed, the brat comes out and I don’t want to choke her as much.

“You may be seated, Mr. Vartanov.”

The smug satisfaction dims as I round the desk and lift her up taking my rightful place. Putting Inessa in hers, she smooths the skirt of her dress down and only one foot is on the ground as she crosses her legs again perched on my thigh.

I want to know what caused the silent treatment and run my hand under her dress. Her dark eyes warm with desire and she drops her legs open, letting me feel her bare cunt. Pushing two fingers into her, she scrapes her nails down my nape, and I hold the back of her head as she arches her back.

“What made you lose your voice?”

It wasn’t the fearful confession of whatever she saw in Moscow, it’s something deeper.

I pull her closer when she doesn’t answer and press my lips under her ear. She’s so fucking responsive and always gives in when I do that. Burying my fingers inside her until she’s pressing against my knuckles, I push up, lifting her ass slightly.

“Speak, meely moy.”

She turns towards me and fills my vision as I reward her admission, circling her clit with my thumb.

“You were vicious.”

The moan wrapping itself around her vocal cords mutes her fear and she grinds her hips into my hand, chasing a release that won’t come.

Humming as I trace the shape of her lips with my thumb, more confessions leave her pouty lips.

“I saw you.”

Nodding along, I curl my fingers inside her, forcing out a moan.

“Oh fuck, Vlad.”

That wicked tongue spills her secrets as I lightly tap against her clit.

“She called you dyavol and spat.”

Her words are rushing together from the force of her breathing, and I hate the fucking topic.

Pulling my fingers free as disgust comes over me, I hide any trace of it from the queen on my thigh. It’s not directed at her, but she deflates, and I offer my own truth.

“If you can’t stop yourself, I will. You don’t come until you’re ready to take my dick again.”

Her smirk is dangerous, and she looks up at me with challenge.

“I’ve found what I’m doing today.”

If she bullshits about fucking her way through the country, I’ll kill every fucker within range and lock her in the stables. The idea morphs and my hands gripping her thighs loosen, imagining her tied up with reins bent over and leaking with my cum, filling her tight little cunt. Getting lost in the image, I turn her so she’s straddling me and grind her over my dick.She moans in my ear and combs her fingers through my hair as her voice drips with sex.

“I’m going to break a world record with how many times I come because you don’t tell me what to do.”

My tone hardens as I hold her nape and try to speak around her obstinance.

“I am the only fucking person who tells you what to do. Your pussy is mine.”

She tightens her hold in my hair, attempting to pull my head back as she grinds down into me.

“It is mine and you will ask me nicely for the privilege of being able to see it, never mind taste it.”

My fingers flex on her nape and she lets out a little gasp as I pull her closer. My voice darkens, and the image builds itself as I dare her, knowing she’ll do exactly what I want.

“Keep making demands princess, and I’ll tie you in the stables with a gag in your mouth.”

Fuck me, she’d look perfect. The soft leather wrapped around her wrist and crop marks across the back of her thighs for being a brat while her swollen pussy drips. My head drops back, and I move without thinking, needing more and pulling her closer. She freezes for a split second before meeting my urgency and we’re a tangled mess of limbs and tongues.She moans into my mouth, her hands softening, and her tits pressed against my chest.