VLAD (The V Games #1)(39)

“I could see to those needs,” I murmur, my hand slowly sliding up her naked thigh.

Her breath hitches and she trembles. “Vlad.” The needy whine of her voice has me blind with lust. I’ve never wanted something so bad in my entire life.

I am going to fuck sweet little Irina. The idea of it almost steals the air from my lungs. I told myself no. Committed myself to the idea of marrying Diana and not taking what I really want. But after sitting through a dinner of Diana laughing and touching Ven every few seconds, I’ve decided I don’t owe her a goddamn thing, and what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her anyway. Right?

Oh, sweet, little Irina will come for me. She will spread her milky thighs and I’ll explore the treasures no man has ever seen or touched before. Then, maybe it will get her out my system and I can move on and become the husband I’m designated to be to her sister.

Don’t worry, Shadow, you will get what you so desperately crave.

That’s matter of fact.

She must know this by now.

It’s happening.

“Your sister is watching,” I taunt, gaging her for a reaction.

Her brows furrow and she quickly looks over at Diana. She smiles at her sister until I slip my palm higher up her thigh, stealing that smile right from her face.

Dinner continues, and I keep my palm firmly attached to her. I bet her panties are dripping with excitement. I’m craving to taste her arousal.

As soon as she finishes, she touches my bicep. “I’d like to paint you.” Fire blazes in her gaze. “Now.”

I lift a brow in question. “Now?”

“Now,” she repeats.

“Paint?” Father inquires from beside her.

“A wedding gift for Diana,” Irina says flawlessly, the lie unnoticeable to anyone but me. She untangles herself from me and stands. “Excuse me.”

“Your studio isn’t ready,” I tell her, “but I know of a place.”

I rise and offer my father a nod. Diana is too engrossed in what Ven is saying to notice I’m leaving to put my dick inside her sister. Irina rushes from the dining room, her black dress bouncing around her. I stalk her like she’s my prey. As soon as she enters the hallway, she pulls off her shoes and takes off in a sprint. It takes a moment for my mind to catch up with the fact that she’s running from me.

The chase is always my favorite part.

I’ll catch her.

I don’t waste any time and charge after her. It may be goddamn cold in Russia, but I still put at least eight miles a day running on a treadmill. Indoors. Where it’s warm. She’ll never outrun me. I hear a door slam. She’s gone into my father’s wing of the house. My sweet little Irina is lucky I’m here to protect her. Left alone in Daddy’s lair is an awful place to be.

I push open the door to Father’s sitting room and find her with her back against a bookcase. Kicking the door behind me, I prowl her way. Her blue eyes are wide and frightened, making my heart race with excitement.

“Vlad,” she starts, her voice hoarse and terrified.

“Shhh.” I stalk over to her and grasp her delicate neck in my hand—the same hand that was up her dress earlier. Her shoes fall to the wood floor with a clatter. “You can’t tease a lion and not expect to get eaten.”

She cries out when I pin her to the bookshelf and attack her mouth with mine. My thumb strokes the side of her neck, reveling in the way her pulse goes wild beneath my touch. At first, her kiss is clumsy and unsure, but then she’s clawing at the lapels of my jacket. I abandon my grip on her throat to touch her in other places. My palms skim along her ribs, then slide around to her ass. I lift her and groan when she spreads her slender legs to allow me where we both know I need to be.

My cock is painfully hard, and I grind against her soft center as I nip at her bottom lip. Her moan is needy. A sweet beg. “Do you remember last night now?”

She moans again. “Yes.”

“Your body is so receptive. You want this, Irina. You want me to destroy every part of you. You’ll love it.”

She nods, sliding her fingers into my hair. Her grip tightens around my thick locks as she deepens our kiss. We both fight desperately to have the upper hand, and hell if she isn’t winning. I’m consumed by the need to have her. I buck against her, eager to see her come apart again because of me. The little bad girl loses control and rocks with me in anticipation of her release. I pull a hand from her perfect ass to grip her perky tit through her dress. The sounds coming from her are wild and crazed.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I snarl, my teeth nipping her lip, then chin. She cries out when I bite her throat. I move my mouth near her ear and nibble the skin there as well. “I’m going to fuck you right here against my father’s books.”

She whimpers, my words sending her over the edge. Her body shatters with an orgasm. If she comes so easily just from a little rubbing, I can’t wait to watch her lose her mind when I use my tongue.

Before she comes down from her high, I slide my hand between us and find her panties. Wet. Soaked. She’s so hot for me, she’s making a mess. It makes me fucking crazy. I slide her panties to the side, and a choked sound escapes her.

“Vlad…I…this isn’t…I’m…we can’t do this.”

I yank at my belt, then unfasten my slacks. She’s gasping and writhing, but not trying to get away. When I free my thick, aching cock and rub it against her clit, she jolts in my grip. “Then tell me no,” I beg, my mouth a whisper over hers.