VLAD (The V Games #1)(34)

I’ll take, take, take from her until her legs give out.

Take her purity, her ripe, cerise cherry, her voice, her orgasms, her heart, her fucking soul. All for my own.

“Vlad?” She bites her bottom lip, and I snap out of the fantasy, sending me into a lust-filled haze. “Why do you look at me like that?” Her voice is a curious whisper, speaking straight to my cock.

“Like what?” I rasp.

Her chest lifts with a deep intake of air. “Like you’re hungry and I’m a cake.”

A genuine smile lifts the corners of my mouth. Real. What a perfect analogy. I bet she will taste sweet too, like cherry frosting.

“Because you look at me like you want to be tasted,” I reply, bringing the pad of my thumb to her lips and stroking across them. All the black, damaged evil inside me dilutes when I’m touching her—the sun casting out the darkness inside me.

I expect her to pull away, as she should, but she doesn’t. Instead, she wraps her hands around mine and opens her mouth, sliding my thumb inside. Her mouth hot, soft, and wet, sucks as her eyes close and she sighs.

“Mr. Vasiliev, good, you’re still here,” Marina calls from behind me.

Irina’s eyes spring open and she removes me from her mouth. Dropping her hands, she turns to jog down the stairs.

“What?” I bark, turning my glare on the woman.

Marina’s feet falter and she turns white. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to inform you that I have movers coming in to clear the space ready for decorating tomorrow.”

“Good.” That’s all she gets for interrupting the delicious moment with my little addiction. I stalk away from her toward my office. Once I step inside, I call Danill, my acquirer of the female cargo specially selected.

“Da.” Yes.

“Ya vozmu ix vsex.” I’ll take them all. I end the call without waiting for a reply. Who I don’t put in The Games, I’ll sell to someone else. I already have buyers in mind.

“More women?” Irina inquires from the corner of the room, startling me.

If my father knew she was involved with any business in the Vasiliev empire, he would order me to put her in her place. On her knees. And anyone else, I’d agree with him.

But she’s not just anyone.

She’s holding a picture, tracing the image with her finger. She doesn’t press me when I ignore her question. “No one speaks about him,” she says, getting to her feet and walking over to one of the bookshelves. She places the frame down, and it’s then I notice which one. A picture of Viktor and I a year ago, at his graduation. The pit opens in my stomach and I will it to close.

Goddammit, I miss him.

“It’s still raw for some of us.” My words are cold despite the gaping wound in my chest.

“Vika lost two people that day,” she muses, looking at other pictures displayed around the office.

“We lost two people that day.”

She looks over at me. “I’m sorry. I forgot how close you and Niko were.”

I don’t want to talk about this. I can’t. “Here,” I tell her, holding out the designs for her studio.

She takes cautious steps toward my outstretched hand and lifts the paper from me. Her sparkling blue eyes skim it, and then lift to mine, a smile spreading across her pretty face.

“A studio?” she asks in astonishment.

If I’d known it would illicit such a breathtaking smile, I would have had a thousand studios made for her.

“Vlad,” she cries out, a joyful squeal erupting from her as she jumps toward me. I have no choice but to catch her. Her small frame molds to mine like she was created to fit there. Her hair tickles my cheek and jawline, and the scent explodes into my senses.

Honeysuckle.

Sliding down my body and standing on her feet, she looks up at me though her lashes. “Thank you.”

Her lips draw me in, and I can’t think straight. All I see, hear, smell, is her.

Dammit.

“I’m going to kiss you,” I tell her, my voice matter of fact.

I’m going to ruin everything.

I’m going to ruin her.

Her eyes widen. “You’re marrying Diana.”

“I know,” I grit out, frustration in my tone. “But just this once. Just one kiss.” I say it more to me than her.

She bites on her plump bottom lip and I’m desperate to bite it too. This ordinary girl does extraordinary things to me.

“I can’t Vlad,” she breathes, a small pout in her tone. “She’s my sister. It’s so wrong.” Clearly, she misunderstood me. I wasn’t asking her.

“Then say no.” I challenge her with a glare. For a moment, I think she’ll relent. Her lips part, but then she blinks away her daze.

“No.” She lowers her eyes. I grasp the back of her neck and tug her body into mine, loving the way her pert tits press against my firm chest. Clutching her jaw with my other hand, I tilt her head back so she’s forced to look at me. Forced to breathe me. “Vlad,” she pleads, but it’s weak. The blueprints she was holding flutter to the floor at our feet.

Little Irina is anything but weak.

However, I love the idea of overpowering her and bending her to my will.

“Tell me no,” I say again, my voice a low, threatening growl.