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FORTY-THREE

Vlad

I nessa is trying to rip my dick off with her pussy clenching around me. Tensing every muscle in my body to stop from coming, I push away the sight of her cum spurting around my dick. She’s fucking perfect, a fucking hellion created solely for the devil. I kiss her neck, feeling her pulse against my lips and slowly part my fingers so she can breathe again. If she needs proof that I fucking own her, it is right here. I control the air in her lungs, how much she has and when. I try to soften my voice when she clenches tighter, nearly pushing me out of paradise.

“Breathe out for me, malysh.”

My queen is fully under my control, she gave me the reins to her when I wrapped her in the leather ones, and I’ve never felt this need before. She pushes out all the air in her lungs, relaxing around me. Rewarding her for listening, I press my lips to her cheek and flatten my palm as I smooth it down her jaw to her stomach.

“Good girl. You can give me more can’t you, meelaya?”

She nods her head with a whimper as I push against her stomach. She’s adorable as fuck with pleasure-filled tears streaming down her face.

Keeping my thrusts shallow so I’m not evicted from my dream home, I circle her pretty little clit with my middle finger.

“Do you want to be filled with cum?”

She pushes her head back at my question and looks over her shoulder. The beautiful mess smiles at me and doesn’t act like the brat she is.

“I want to be able to feel you tomorrow.”

My newfound gentleness is short-lived at the request for what we both want, and my queen sings my fucking name.

“Fuck, Vlad.” Her spine curves as I angle my hips, knowing what drives my wife wild. “Oh God, I’m close.”

I nip her shoulder with my teeth and lean over her. My forehead rests on the back of her head as I grip the railing she’s tied to.

“Not God, who’s fucking you?”

She stretches her little finger out and I swap hands as it brushes my thumb. There’s a soft smile on her face when she notices, and she hooks her little finger under mine.

“You.”

Her hair gets caught in my stubble and she widens her legs as she lets her claims ring out.

“Dyavol maya.”

My thrusts slow.

“Vladik maya.”

Fuck, this woman will be my death.

Needing her to climax again, my movements are wild. It’s not about my pleasure. She’s so fucking beautiful and the only time I get to have Inessa as mine is in these moments. When it’s over, it’s back to normal again and she’ll never be fully mine. She’s meant for better, and I’m destined for worse.

I hold her jaw, tilting her face towards me and sealing our lips together. Her tongue strokes mine softly and her dopey smile is against my lips. Powerful woman. Brushing my fingers down her neck, I can already feel her heart beating against my chest, but I want to hold it in my hand. I want to hold her, more than fucking her. She gasps into my mouth as I band my arm around her tits and squeeze the left one. It’s the closest I’ll get to holding the organ, and she pushes her chest into me with more moans floating into my mouth.

She grinds back into me as I slowly lift her, so she’s not bent over. I sound weak as fuck begging into her mouth for lies when we both know this is temporary.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

There’s no sadness in her voice, it’s pure lust.

“For as long as you’re mine, I’m yours, lapackha.”

Kissing me with more ferocity, she can’t stop showing that we’re both addicted, and she speaks into me.

“My king.”

I hold her tighter at the claim on her tongue and pinch her clit between two fingers.

“My monster.”

Ending on a moan, it turns into a scream as I thrust up and bury myself inside her. I can’t control my climax. For the first time in my life, I come without any other thoughts and my knees go weak.

Catching myself with a hand on the wall, I hug my queen to me as she goes through the aftershocks of her climax. I’m breathless and her heart is hammering in my palm and through her back into my chest.

“Fuck, you’re too tight,” I whisper into her hair.

She doesn’t nod or move voluntarily, her legs shake, and I press my hand flat between her hips as she continues clenching around me, trying to push me out. Kissing the side of her head, I soften my voice.

“Relax meelaya, don’t make me leave yet.”

Her breath stutters in her chest and she rolls her cheek against my bicep.

As soon as my breathing returns to normal, all the shit comes back in. I can’t get attached to anyone else. I’ll be leaving this place as soon as it’s all done, but Inessa makes me wish for something different. Something more. Her annoying mouth and refusal to listen has infiltrated my life, she’s infected me, and I wish I never fucking found her birth control. Then I’d be ignorant and allowed longer.I let myself have this moment, where she’s in my arms, and my lips are pressed to her hair.

The brat clenches, keeping my dick hostage, and looks up at me with a gentle order.

“Little bit longer, you feel too good.”

My smile is slow, but even I can feel the warmth in it. Nodding my head, I kiss her cheek and work my lips down to her neck. She smells like home and the little crease between her shoulder and neck is a direct hit to my addicted senses. She leaks around my dick, our cum mixing together as proof that we exist, as I swirl my tongue on her skin. I want more and hold two fingers to her lips without leaving her neck.

She doesn’t wait for an instruction and sucks on the digits. Going past my second knuckle with nothing but moans has my head moving back to watch if it’s real. Fuck me, she doesn’t have a fucking gag reflex and I touch the back of her tongue. Her smile is full of smug satisfaction, not inexperience, and I’m going to fucking kill someone. Any good feelings are replaced with rage at the thought of anyone touching her.

“Who?”

Not responding to my deadly tone like a normal person, she gets wetter. Her cunt dripping and trying to make me forget.

My fingers leave her mouth with a wet pop, and I push against her clit with the digits. There’s no movement, only pressure promising her relief if she tells me what I need to know. The brat doesn’t answer in a way that eases me, but in a way that has my blood roaring in my ears.

“I can’t remember all of their names.”

She is mine. The only thing that belongs to me alone and I’ll fucking kill anyone that gets close to her. Once I’m dead, Inessa will be free, not a minute fucking sooner.

Pushing her forward, I hold her nape, stopping any movements, but my queen doesn’t move forward. She wants me rough and out of my fucking mind. I keep increasing the pressure until her hair is trailing on top of the trough. My voice is rougher, out of control.

“No one gets to have what’s mine, what I haven’t even fucking taken yet.”

The water gives a perfect reflection as she stares into it with hard eyes and her shrug is audible.

“So, take it.”

We’re talking about her mouth, but I look at her bent over and her ass is added to the list. Fuck it, I’ll claim every part of her for myself, then when I’m dead it will haunt her, and they will remain mine.

I lose every thought I had when I look further down at her wrapped around my dick and our cum on my skin. I don’t even blink, not wanting to lose sight of the masterpiece.

“Fuck, meelaya, your beautiful cunt is stretched around me.”

There’s no gap, like she’s hugging me, and I let go of her hand, needing to see more. My queen widens her legs despite them shaking, and I massage her ass in thanks. Pulling her cheeks apart with my fingers flat on her luscious ass, I stretch my thumbs down, opening her up.

The movement has her clenching and pushing out the mix of us and a groan vibrates through my chest.

“Do it again malysh, let me see and I’ll fill you back up.”

She obeys and clenches too hard, her muscles slowly pushing me out. My fingers slap against her ass in warning and she relaxes. I’ve found my favorite colors and don’t look away as I fuck into her.

It’s not brutal and rough with the red patches already forming on her ass and thighs. My thrusts are slow and purposeful, with the sight in front of me. She’s a work of fucking art. A masterpiece brought to life and no one else has ever witnessed the beauty but me. She tries to fuck me back and I hold her hips. The brat ignores my grip because she wants to be fucked harder. My fingers are digging into her skin and she’s going to have the marks to carry with her, but I can’t stop her at the sound of my name on her filthy tongue.

“Vlad. More.”

Pushing against her nape, the water splashes and she doesn’t move under my hand. She’s too dangerous. Her ability to take everything from me and twist it until it suits exactly what she wants is like a villainous superpower. I pull her out of the trough before she can drown herself and she chokes down air as I beg for her release.

“Come for me, let me see it again, meelaya.”

The only warning I’m given over her actions is her back moving, taking in a lungful of air. The crazy fuck nearly slips from my fingers as she pushes her head down with all the strength she possesses. The water splashes up against her skin, making my grip loosen and she doesn’t fucking move up. I keep tugging as I tighten my hold, but she slowly pushes her hips back.

I stare at where we’re joined, and my beautiful queen breaks apart. There are little bits of me mixing into her cum and the sight alone has my balls seizing as I thrust into her. Pulling her up before she passes out, Inessa chokes down air and her words rush together.

“Come in me, Vlad. I need to feel you.”

Thrusting three more times, I bury myself inside her and do as she sweetly begs.

She has sucked whatever was remaining of my soul out of my body, and I fold over her, grabbing the railing she’s tied to at either side of her head. Curling my arm under her face so her neck is supported, she moans and nuzzles her cheek into my bicep with the softest admission touching my skin.

“So pretty.”

They’re covered in scars and ink; they’re not fucking pretty, and she laughs knowing my thoughts. She softly peppers her lips against my skin and her moan vibrates through my arm and settles in my bones.

Once my body is fit enough to move, I don’t let her stop me and slowly pull out. There’s no sight that’s better as I watch her pussy flutter, wanting to remain full while her ass and thighs are red. I feel drunk, stumbling back and grabbing my suit jacket to cover her, but the choked worry leaving my queen has me sobering.

“Don’t leave me. You promised.”

I should leave her here, bent over and full of cum, waiting for me to do this all over again. I can’t and go back to her after I’ve tucked my dick away. She hides her face from me as I drape my jacket over her naked, shaking body. It’s weird as fuck, but exhaustion will be setting into her limbs. Untying the reins carefully, the red stripes of where they bit into her skin have me hardening. It gets worse at the sound dripping against the water, and my movements are rushed. Picking up the discarded knife, I cut through the leather and Inessa’s tears gut me.

Her eyes aren’t blank, but she can’t stop them.

“I thought you were going to leave me, and I don’t know why I’m crying.”

She ends on a watery laugh as I pick her up and make sure her body is covered. She doesn’t hesitate in wrapping her legs around me and fitting her arms through the sleeves before hugging my neck and sniffling. My promise is easy, even if it’s a lie.

“I won’t leave you.”

Her wet nose brushes my skin as she nods into my neck and wraps her arms tighter around me. I want my normal bratty Inessa back, so ask, “Are you wiping your snot on me?”

She nods again with more force as she pushes her nose into my skin, letting me relax.

Leaving the rest of our clothes, I walk easily, holding her ass to make sure no can see her, and the guards turn, seeing our state. They can’t see anything with a jacket covering her body but it’s not hard to read the context. If they imagine her naked body, I’ll be in the image too and my features are deadly, daring them to even fucking try.

I keep her attached to me as I go to our floor and prolong it for as long as possible by going into the bathroom. It’s not as awkward keeping her there as I fill the tub. It’ll help soothe the soreness from being in the same position for so long and she stirs in my arms, getting the wrong idea.

“Can I have a nap first?”

Kissing her crown instead of answering, she settles and lays back on my shoulder. I left my knife, so I can’t cut the fabric away, making me disturb her when she’s comfortable.

“Pick your arms up, meelaya.”

The grumbling in my neck doesn’t stop her moving, and she limply holds her arms out, letting me take the jacket off her.

She wraps them around me straight away and holds on to me like a koala as I try to put her in the water.

“Let go, it will make you feel better tomorrow.”

She’s all grumpy and adorable, shaking her head and holding me tighter as I dip her in the water like a fucking teabag. She rolls her eyes when I say her name in warning and slinks into the tub.

I usually leave after fucking her. But that’s in a bed and when she’s all sleepy, not when her ass is full of stripes and there are tears drying on her cheeks. Getting rid of the rest of my clothes, I stay in my boxers and find her shampoo. Wide eyes full of surprise reach me but her mouth stays shut as I sit on the edge and rinse her hair. She stops me as I uncap the shampoo by holding my wrist and vulnerability fills the room.

“Can you sleep with me tonight?”

My body is exhausted after chasing any information on Yulia and not sleeping last night, but I can go another twenty-four hours without and agree easily.

“Yeah malysh, close your eyes and keep your head back.”

Her lashes slowly flutter, and she forgets that mine are still open as the softest smile lifts her lips. I kiss her forehead and stroke her hair back, making sure there are no strands that can get shampoo in her eyes before slowly wetting the strands and cleaning her up while she drifts into sleep.