Page 84 of Viparious

I know it’s not Vlad’s fault for what his parents have done, but my toxic tongue uses it.

I’m pushed further into the sheets as he holds both of my wrists in one hand and grabs my throat. He moves closer as I sink into the hard mattress. It hasn’t been used and the springs keep me in place as his nose brushes mine due to his need to invade my space. Trying to knee into his back doesn’t work and he doesn’t move while I squirm. His control slips as he squeezes the sides of my neck and my attempt at escape only brings my attention to how hard he is. His dick is heavy against my stomach, and I squeeze my thighs together.

Unaware of my thoughts, the deep, panicked rumble fills the space between our lips.

“You want the fucking truth?! I don’t want you to fucking go, I want you here with me. Where I can protect you and you’re still my responsibility.”

He’s describing a job or a pet, not his wife.I’m knocked off balance as he crushes his lips to mine in an attempt to get me to stay, or to shut up.

It’s most likely the latter, but a moan escapes me. It’s not soft and delicate, it matches the brutal way he kisses me. Eating at my mouth and battling my tongue to give into him mentally. Neither is his hand as it moves down from my neck. Precum leaks against the t-shirt that’s covering me, sticking the fabric to my stomach and forcing more moans out of me.

I manage to find some strength I didn’t know I possessed as I abruptly turn my head to the side before I’m fully intoxicated by him. I’m only tipsy at the moment, that should be enough to regain some sense, and I speak more to myself than him.

“I don’t want to be your burden. I’ll find someone else who respects me and treats me like an equal.”

Vlad squeezes my wrists and grips the collar of my t-shirt in his fist. He holds the other side between his teeth, and the sound of fabric tearing fills the room.I quickly suck in a breath because I don’t want him to see me naked, and his rage increases.

“Don’t you fucking dare hide from me.”

Lifting up on his knees, he grips my jaw, turning my face back to him and repositions his body so he’s between my thighs. His eyes drill into mine as he traces my bottom lip that’s still tingling. His voice drops as he smirks and allows his arrogance to shine in the dark room.

“No one else would be able to give you what I can. Your mouth would be too much for them because they’re all fucking weak, you wantme,meelaya.”

I have to bite my lip to stop from moaning as he grinds into me. He takes control of that too and pulls it free from my teeth.

He’s not wrong, but I try to argue, “I don’t, you’re a cruel prick.”

But the most caring man.

His laugh touches my neck, and my eyes roll back as his rough stubble scrapes along my skin.

“I am, that’s what you want.” Pressing a kiss below my ear, he moves to my other side with barely-there touches. “It’s not the gentleness or that perfect dream bullshit you’re telling yourself.” His lips press into my neck and move down to my chest as he continues fucking with my head. “You want all the bad inside me.”

Looking up from my chest, he swirls his tongue across the swell of my tits and trails a path with the point until he reaches my lips again.

There’s no conviction as I slowly shake my head and a dark laugh leaves him. It wraps around us, and my hips move. Shame is for tomorrow with hindsight and facts, not desire and the perfectly formed human who is technically still my husband. So, I push it away despite knowing it’s the wrong thing to do. He moves his hips back and presses the flat of his hand between my hips, stopping me from getting any relief to force me to agree with him.

“Admit it, moya koroleva. A good man would have you questioning what his sins were, you’d fucking hate it. With me, you know what I’m capable of.”

I hate him for getting inside my head and finding my thoughts. My body contradicts my speech as I wrap my legs around his waist.

“A good man wouldn’t leave me. He’d be goodforme.”

His jaw hardens to match his eyes as he grabs my panties in his fist. He lets go of my wrists in favor of my neck and his deep voice vibrates through me.

“You would be bored. You want the bad, you fucking crave it, you want to know you fucking control me. That I’m the worst there is yetyouare the fucking shackles I accept.”

I don’t know what’s made him become poetic and I don’t care as I lift my hips, refusing to voice the truth.

“I wanted to be your equal, not your jailor, fuck you, asshole.”

His eyes darken as he stares at my lips.

“You have a filthy mouth.”

The usual awe is muted under the intensity of the moment and my body is dragged down, pushing his fingers into my jaw as he rips my panties off me. The burn against my hips is bliss and he flexes all of my weaknesses.

His muscles ripple as he reverently traces the scar between my hips that was hidden below my panty line. He moves, stroking each stripe as though they’re a work of art or a point of pride. The difference in texture and color makes them glitter under the moonlight, and he moves back, pressing his lips to each one with two words on his tongue.

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