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FORTY-SEVEN

Inessa

I lock my ankles behind his ass, so he can’t move away, and rest my elbows on his shoulder to play with his silky strands. Holding my hip with one hand, he flattens his palm on my chest. The rough calluses scrape against my skin as he moves his hand up and holds the back of my head. It’s all slow and sensual, little touches in innocent places setting me aflame.

He speaks against my lips in the softest voice he possesses.

“Lean back, moya koroleva.”

My body moves without my brain’s intervention chasing him. His lips are addictive, and I don’t let go, pulling him with me. The light laugh brushing my tingling lips is like a balm. Vlad is a teddy bear, anyone who looked at him, or knows him, would never guess, but he’s the cutest fucking monster in existence, brushing his nose against mine.

Holding his biceps for support, and my own pleasure, when he straightens, appreciation rakes down my body, and he doesn’t look away from between my thighs. I do the same, and I’m drooling at the sight of him pushing his shorts down. His big hand, inked fingers, stroke his length, and I moan. It’s involuntary, and he smirks. He maintains his hold on the back of my head, so I don’t feel any discomfort, and positions his forearm at my back while not giving me any relief.

I’m impatient and needy, filled with frustration, but I can’t break the moment and squirm watching him. He tuts low and his deep voice vibrates through me.

“You’re making a mess on the marble, malysh.”

His stupid comment is filled with awe, but I retaliate physically. I mourn the loss of letting go of his arm by tracing his abs. He flicks his eyes up with a smirk, which I mirror, as I ghost my fingers over his knuckles without touching his dick.

Making a show of touching myself, I circle my clit with my ring finger so he can see the brand. The low curse leaving my monster fills me with urgency, but I ignore it. I don’t want it to end yet. I like having him fixed on me. He’ll never be under anyone’s control, he’s too powerful, and neurotic. But in these little moments, I get to own the only thing Vlad will give me, his lust. His fist speeds up as I copy the movements he usually makes with his tongue and trace a line from my clit to my entrance without touching either one.

I want his eyes back on mine and dig my nails into his bicep. The bastard refuses, and I snap his control, pushing my finger inside to the second knuckle.

“If you won’t fuck me, I will.”

My moan wraps itself around my taunt. It works to get him moving, but he always has to win. Take the game I start and rewrite the rules, so I forget I’m the inventor. He leans forward, his dick landing on my thigh, heavy and with need, but he doesn’t allow emotion into his voice as he ghosts his lips over my jaw.

“I can make you scream alone. Let’s see how loud you get when it’s both of us.”

I try to remove my finger as he lines up at my entrance. But the rough, deep order has me pausing.

“You wanted to be equals. Time to put the work in, meely moy.”

He slowly pushes in while my finger is still inside me. My head drops back at being stretched, and I clench. He tuts again, “Be the fucking queen.”

I can feel him pushing my finger into my soft walls, and my vision is just light. There are no objects, or anything discernible, only air and galaxies forming.

Hooking my legs around him tighter, Vlad flattens his palm on my inner thigh and pushes so it’s flat, making a triangle around his hips.

He kisses the corner of my jaw and softly says, “Breathe out for me, malysh.”

He goes deeper as I push all the air out of my lungs. It’s slow, the air I need to survive leaves only to be replaced with the feeling of him, and we’re connected fully. My hand is trapped between our hips, and my palm provides beautiful friction for my clit.

His stubble is like electricity on my skin as he kisses my neck, and the deep rumble is a comforting storm.

“Push your finger up for me,” he says gently.

I know what he’s asking me to do, but I can’t, I’m too full, and I never want it to leave. I want my Vlad, this one, who only exists with me in these moments, to be the only one I experience. There’s no stupid comment trying to shock or anger, it’s all pleasure and warmth.

Slowly pulling his hips back, he stares between my legs with wildness and groans.

“Moya koroleva, such a good girl taking everything I give you.”

My muscles clench at the reverence leaving his sinful lips, and I curl my finger like I was told. It has my vision doubling as though I’m drunk, and it triples when he thrusts into me. My ass slides against the marble, and the only thing stopping me from crashing into the mirror is his hold on my head.

He keeps me in place and grips my thigh to fuck into me with meaningful strokes. Each one is slow and intense. My hand climbs his bicep until I curl my fingers around his nape to pull him closer, needing his lips on mine and for us to breathe the same air. There’s nothing but a gentle tug, with my body already losing energy for anything but keeping my climax back, and he leans over me.

I’m screaming or moaning. All I know is that sounds are leaving me. They might be words, but I don’t care, and my nails dig into his skin as I finally get his lips again. A whimper flows out of my throat into his mouth at the change in angle, but the devil smiles like it’s a compliment to him.

“Don’t hold back,” he mumbles into my mouth.

Like I am waiting for his command, my muscles seize. He buries his dick inside of me and grinds into me, prolonging my climax, and I choke out what’s already obvious to us both.

“I’m going to come.”

I’m losing blood circulation in my finger, but I can’t move. His rough, lust-filled voice brushes my lips, and it has me clenching harder.

“Can you feel your tight cunt massaging my dick?”

Nodding, I think I nod anyway, air touches my lips as he rests his forehead on mine. There are no rough thrusts, and he doesn’t move his hips fully back. He holds my wrist, his thumb making circles, before he gently tugs until my finger slips out and my vision focuses on nothing but him.

Holding my fist with my finger extended, he brings it to my mouth and traces my lips. The icy blue turns into warm pools as he strokes the tip of my nose with his own. Before whispering, “Top one’s yours, bottom one is mine.”

There’s no time for me to make sense of what the fuck it’s supposed to mean because he sucks my bottom lip between his. I’m dumbstruck. I’ve lost a basic sense of what words mean or anything other than the sight of him tasting me.I wrap both arms around his shoulders, and he flexes as he breathes into me. He doesn’t let my lip go and sucks the taste of me off it.

Poking my tongue out hesitantly, I start at the corner of my mouth and move slowly in little licks. It’s sweet but not like the muted taste I’ve got from his tongue. He groans, being a selfish fuck, and goes back on his word. Our tongues are battling as the gentle hand holding my head threads through my strands and pulls. I don’t let go of him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he hooks my leg over his shoulder.

He contorts my body to his will and bends my other leg, so my foot is flat on the vanity, my heel is pressed into my thigh, and he gives me more of his weight.

“So fucking perfect,” pulling his hips back until just the tip is left in, he snaps forward making me rock, “for me.”

There’s nothing for me to do but hold on as my stomach tenses with the most intense pressure I’ve ever felt. It’s more than a climax and I don’t look away from the icy eyes threatening to ruin me. It’s not needed. Vlad has ruined me in ways I don’t even understand yet. His brutal hands are incomparable to anything else that exists. Whether it’s in tortured pain or twisted pleasure, he wreaks havoc.

Swapping hands, he holds my nape and catches my leg before it slips. I’m cocooned by the biggest monster I know as he threads his fingers together at the back of my head and supports my weight, fucking me with brutal thrusts and my back arches further. Kissing down my chest, he makes patterns with his tongue over my heart, and it may as well be a tattoo gun with the way the organ feels them.Without his eyes fully on me I can’t contain my noises and scream his name.

“Vlad!”

It turns into a chant as though I’m worshipping him as he silently does the same to my body.

I know he’s strong, it’s in every part of his life. But my mind scrambles, floating in midair as he straightens and thrusts so hard the momentum has me fucking him back without my control. His voice is rough, and he doesn’t look away from my face.

“I fucking love you like this.”

My toxic brain removes two words from his declaration and tries to ignore the rest that follows.

“You’re not able to shout.”

He times it with a harder thrust, making me scream and calling himself a liar.

“Or order me around.”

Pulling me up so we’re face to face, he continues against my lips.

“Like this, you’re mine.”

I want to tell him I am his, that I want to be. That I want him to be mine for longer than he’s already decided, but I have enough sense to slam our lips together to stop it leaving.

We’ll never have anything more than a weird-ass friendship. One where Vlad ignores me, but secretly seeks me out. Where I tell myself I’m afraid of him, but secretly only ever feel safe when he’s there. It’s a fucked-up relationship of disrespectful respect that does not and will never make sense.We live in the gray, the area that’s hazy, without the agreements and clauses because we know we’ll have to step back within the boundaries soon.

He grinds me into him, and my mouth opens on a silent scream, my vision blurring in black lines. Burying his face in the crook of my neck, the vibrations travel through my body, extending my visit above the universe and warmth fills me. Cold stone touches my ass, and my head softly hits the mirror as he leans over me and presses his lips to my chest. He’s breathing me in, alternating between air and me. Stroking his back, I do the same to his shoulder and wait for my body to stop twitching.My heart is racing under his lips as he groans and continues fucking me in short, shallow strokes.

He slowly moves up, sucking the skin where my neck meets my shoulder between his teeth and dulls every sense other than touch. The cool air brushing my skin takes too long to translate.

“Vsegda tol’ko ty. Moyo koroleva.”

He slowly moves back and fills my vision before gently setting my thighs to a normal position. His calloused hands are soft, stroking my hair out of my face, and he smiles full of wonder.My chest warms seeing him free for once, unguarded, and human rather than cruel. I know it will be over now that he’s came and tighten my shaky legs around, hoping he lets me have a moment longer.

I feel dumb because I want him to hug me, and I know I can’t ask him. He continues brushing my hair out of my face, his warm palm kissing my temple as though it allows him to read my thoughts. He strokes the side of my face with the back of his knuckles and slowly leans forward. Without me asking, he softly kisses my cheek and wraps his arms around me. He breathes out his secrets against my skin.

“V drugoy zhizni.” Then moves to my other cheek doing the same. “Ili drugaya planeta.”

When he reaches my lips, I move my head back to ask what he’s talking about, but he offers it with his demons showing in his eyes.

“Ya byl by tvoim.”

Tears burn the back of my eyes and I turn my head before he can kiss me. His soft lips skin my cheek and I press my hand flat on his chest. My voice doesn’t betray me as I sit taller like his dick isn’t inside me, and my heart isn’t aching, and say coolly, “Don’t touch me when you belong to someone else.”

The gentleness remains as he strokes across my jaw and turns my face to him. There’s no hint of a lie on his features as he softly adds, “And you would be mine. We don’t belong to other people; we are the people that own others.”

I smile up at him and feel that ache be soothed entirely.

“So, you admit we’re equals?” I ask to force him to admit it.

He hums and presses a chaste kiss to my lips before answering. “If I say yes, will you shut up for twenty-four hours?”

He has to ruin everything, and I take a vow of silence to prove how much he’ll hate it. His lips move across my jaw as he waits for an answer, but I stare at the shower panel. The glass shows him between my legs, and I get to watch his muscles constrict. Stupid, handsome asshole. He flexes, knowing what I’m doing, and I give in, biting into his traps as I stroke up his back. He laughs and squeezes my nape, forcing me back. His hands are gentle, massaging my thigh and matching his lips moving over mine.

Pulling out of me equally gently, he steps back, bringing my face with him until he smirks. I abruptly break our connection as I fight the urge not to kick him in the shin. He holds his hand up and I’m not an idiot so I take it because it’s him and even if he was covered in red, I wouldn’t refuse. I expect him to walk me into the shower or to bed but Vlad sets me on my feet and moves to the side. Pressing between my shoulder blades until I’m bent in half, I’m torn between wanting him to fuck me again and knowing I’ll be too sore.

That leaves when he pulls my ass cheeks apart and I clench trying to stop the inspection. I’m not embarrassed about my body, it’s just him seeing me so openly. He traces my lips with his thumb, and I stupidly relax at the awe in his voice.

“I didn’t think your pussy could get more beautiful, but you’re swollen and full of my cum, malysh.”

Heat touches my ass as I bite my lip to mute myself. It’s not physical heat and my face burns, knowing that he’s staring.

I try to get him to look literally anywhere else, but my voice isn’t forceful enough with my head upside down.

“Do you need to stare?”

I know Vlad is a prick, and I don’t expect him to change, but he makes me wish I did as he says, “It stared at me first.”

Why the fuck can’t he stay inside me so he’s at least halfway normal? Sucking in a playful breath, he massages my ass and chases away any good feelings with his stupid fucking tongue.

“Now if it winks at me, I’ll never be able to look away.”

I can’t stand up with him holding me and my laugh has no sound, making my chest shake at his ridiculousness. It doesn’t stop his musing.

“I could hold you like a bowling ball.”

Not caring about how idiotic I look, I crab walk forward and straighten. He’s a fucking prick and the humor staring at me doesn’t make me soften.