Page 110 of Viparious

She’s got high expectations of a ring. My face already serves the purpose she wants, but I play dumb.

“Why?”

Now she decides to become a mute and she refuses to say what we both know. So, I give her options.

“Is it because you want to put your claim on me.”

She scoffs and turns her head. “No, you wouldn’t let me do that anyway.”

I would hand Inessa the knife to cut out my heart if she wanted it. A small gasp parts her lips as I drag her forward to straddle me. She moves back when I try to take her lips and presses her fingers against my chest as she stiffens.

“Vlad. I’m being serious. I’ll just start killing people and I’ll write my name on your forehead. Actually, that could work. I’ll put ‘property of Inessa’ in big, bold letters.”

I’ve missed her mouth and push my hands under the skirt of her dress to hold her hips as she continues voicing her ideas.

“I’d get sick of seeing my own name, and it would make you look weak in front of the Vory.”

I want her to admit she’s jealous and remove any hope from my voice as I ask, “Are you jealous?”

She hardens and leans forward, gripping my nape to fill my vision with her. She drops her voice as she stares into my eyes with threat.

“Are you forgetting I tried to shoot you less than twenty-four hours ago? Do not piss me off, lapachka.”

I hold back my laugh, but the emotion fills my voice as I stroke up her ribs.

“Your aim is shit. You can try again if you want.”

I wouldn’t even flinch if she said yes.

Her eyes widen, and she talks to herself. “You’re a crazy person. Fucking neurotic psycho. Great, I love a weird idiot who tells me to shoot him again.”

My heart stops and then restarts, beating faster. She’s still muttering to herself while I’m waiting for my brain to function normally.I abruptly stand and sit her back on the desk to step between her thighs. The chair knocks into the wall, stopping more of her thoughts and admissions leaking out when I need them.

She looks up at me, huge, dark eyes, with the echo of her words repeating inside my skull as I seal our lips together. The echo isn’t loud enough in my memory, and I beg into her mouth, “Skazhi eto snova, meelaya1.”

She moans as I kiss across her jaw, and when I reach her neck, they get louder. But she repeats the wrong part.

“Ty sumasshedshaya, lapachka2.”

Fucking brat.

Biting her neck in warning, my voice deepens with need.

“The next part.”

She doesn’t say anything. After all this fucking time of telling her to shut up, she decides now is the time to fucking do it. I move back, creating distance, and hold her throat as my queen grabs my belt to counteract it. I already know she’ll be wet; all I’d need to do is push up her dress, and heaven would welcome me. But her mouth is more important right now.

“Say it, and I’ll fuck you without making you crawl.”

She keeps one hand on my belt and pushes against my abs.

My wife is torn between spilling the truth and lust. Trying to tip the scales, I cup her knee and make circles with my thumb as I move further up. Longing coats her features as she looks at my hand. I stop instantly, and she pouts, being adorable. My thumb is resting just below where she needs me. Straightening her shoulders, Inessa becomes a filthy liar.

“I don’t need you to fuck me, I do it better.”

Bullshit. She screams my name and claws at my back.

I step back, removing my touch from her, and hold my hand up towards the door. My lips twitching around my dismissal.

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