VLAD (The V Games #1)(18)

“Da,” she confirms. Yes. Good, so do I.

Ven’s hands come around her neck from behind, pulling her body flush with his. She panics and reaches for his hands, but I stop her, taking hers in my grasp.

“Don’t fight, Rada.”

“It’s better when they do,” Ven growls.

She begins to thrash her legs back, trying to kick him to no avail. Her eyes gloss over and her skin blushes a beautiful deep red. I nod to Ven, and he releases her neck, but wraps an arm around her waist to keep her upright. She inhales at the air, thirsty for it.

“Ublyudok!” Bastard. Her voice is raspy from being choked.

Ven chuckles. “I’ve been called worse.”

“Feel it?” I question, placing a palm to her heart. Her eyes water and she looks up at me, wounded. “The air sucking into your lungs? The blood rushing through your veins, feeding your heart? To linger on the cusp is ecstasy. A gift. Chase the pleasure, maylshka.”

Ven’s hands once again wrap nearly around her neck, and this time, she doesn’t fight it. Her nipples are hard and desperate for relief, and without dipping my fingers inside her, I know her pussy will be dripping with her juices. Her lips, swollen and throbbing, beg to be filled up and fucked raw. The veins in her eyes almost ripple as she fights to keep them wide open, staring into mine.

He takes her a little farther, causing her body to twitch and her skin to blossom with shades of purple. When he releases her, she chokes, coughing and sputtering.

She’s ready.

I grip her under her armpits, lifting and tossing her to the bed. Her body lands with a soft thud. Pillows fall to the floor as she skitters over the satin sheets. I prowl around the edge of the bed while Ven strips his shirt from his torso. The ink on his skin comes alive with his movements. She’s panting, and her body is trembling before he’s even neared her. Parting her legs, she invites him between them, but her eyes are glued to my movements. She gasps when he releases his cock from the zipper of his slacks. Veniamin, like myself, doesn’t disappoint in that department.

“Turn over,” he demands with a growl.

Complying, she moves to her hands and knees. Her ass is in the air and her heavy tits pull her chest toward the mattress. He enters her hard and brutal, slapping her ass as he does. She screams, then whimpers. Gripping a handful of her dripping wet hair, he tugs her head back, making her gasp. Loosening my tie, I slide it free from my collar and approach the bed. Her eyes track me and lower to my slacks. She wants to be full of cock. Kneeling on the bed in front of her, I grip her jaw and nod at Ven to slow his pounding so I can stuff my tie in her mouth.

In, in, in it goes until she gags.

Her eyes water and panic briefly flashes in them.

She moans something around the fabric, but her words don’t matter. I pinch her nose between my forefinger and thumb, cutting off her oxygen supply. Ven’s hips grind into her while his hand snakes beneath to pinch and slap at her clit. When tears well and then fall down her cheeks, I get closer to her face to watch them leak free. Her eyelids flutter and lips begin to change color. Slightly blue at first, and then darker with each passing second. Her body is giving way to the burning in her lungs. Her starved brain is making her eyes droop with exhaustion. Ven’s thrusts gain momentum as I pluck a piece of the fabric of the tie and slowly pull it out to match each forward jolt of his hips. She gulps and sputters with each inch I tug free. When it’s completely out, she screams her orgasm while still trying to replenish her body with air.

My own cock twitches in my slacks, eager for attention, but I ignore it for now.

I love the color of her lips.

Blue. Blue. So blue.

I sigh because, unlike Ven, I won’t be getting my rocks off with a beautiful woman.

She collapses to the bed while her body shudders in pleasure. Her moans echo around the room, turning into sobs of rapture. The orgasm was so intense, she’s like putty when Ven flips her on her back and straddles her tiny frame. He shoves his cock between her jiggly tits and fucks them, squeezing them together to cocoon his dick. He ruts a few times, then paints her face in white ribbons of cum.

I leave the room, closing the door behind me, but still sense her searching for me long after I’ve left. “I don’t fuck the help, maylshka,” I say to no one.

Once in my own room, I rid myself of my armor and shower. The pellets are cold and punishing. Thoughts of Irina assault me at the hardening of my cock. Would she still look at me with such devotion and need if she knew I liked to see a woman’s tears before seeing her pleasure?

I doubt it, and she will never find out.

Instead of thinking of sweetness and perfection and small nipples through a silky gown, I fist my cock to images of blue lips and giant, jiggly tits. It’s not what I want, but it’ll do the job.

I force all distraction from my mind and come thinking about control. Whatever it was I’d entertained briefly in my head with Irina was nothing but a small lapse. I am a Vasiliev. We don’t lose our control. In fact, we don’t lose at all.

It’s time to stop thinking like a pussy and start playing like a master.





Diana is in a heated conversation with Anton when I arrive at her office after a late breakfast. I’m exhausted from last night’s revelations. It’s not typical for me, but for once, I slept in.

The conversation looks tense if the frustration etched on Anton’s features is anything to go by. I slip in and take my seat. Both of them ignore me, but my presence is known. Diana sits behind her large desk and gestures for Anton to leave with a chin tilt.