VLAD (The V Games #1)(40)

“Vlad…” she moans. “No, please.” Her whines are needy. She says what her heart screams at her to say so she won’t betray her sister, but her body begs for the opposite.

She wants me to be the bad guy.

It’s a good damn thing I enjoy the hell out of that notion.

“No turning back now, little shadow,” I threaten, my teeth nipping at her swollen lip. “You started this, and now, you’ll finish it.”

Her fingers scratch through my scalp and she nods, but she whispers the words, “No, we can’t.”

“Of course we can,” I growl. “And we will.”

I kiss her mouth to muffle her screams as I slide my tip to her tight opening and impale her with a quick, violent thrust that has books falling off the shelf beside us.

Tight.

Fuck, my sweet little virgin is tight.

Her cunt suffocates my cock. It’s her pussy that is the sadist, not me. It’s the one into choking at the moment, and all I can do is let her slowly kill me with pleasure. She’s the best damn thing I’ve ever sunk my dick into.

“OW!” she cries out, her fingers ripping at my hair. “We can’t do this.” Her words are breathy as her hands tug at me, bringing me closer, contradicting the words slipping off her tongue.

It’s cute, the battle of what her heart begs and body dictates.

I slowly pull out, then slam into her again. A loud, ugly sob rips from her, so I silence her with another kiss. One’s virginity loss is never a pleasurable event. At least not for the woman. She’ll hurt for days after as she remembers how I took over her body from the inside out. Like the devil himself sent to invade her soul.

“Vlad,” she cries, “please.” She whimpers. “We can’t”

“But we are,” I remind her, pounding harder into her, driving home my point.

I fuck her hard and fast, kissing her perfect mouth.

“Vlad,” she pleads again. “Oh God.”

“I know, little one. I know. Let me own you.”

Her grip on my hair lessens and she slides her palms to the outside of my neck. She relaxes some, and my chest fills with pride that she trusts me to take care of her. I rock my hips into her, making sure to grind against her sensitive clit with each thrust. Her cunt is dripping from her last orgasm, giving me all the lubrication I need to slide in and out easily. She goes from trying to get away to clinging to me as though I’m a life raft.

“Vlad…”

“So perfect,” I breathe against her mouth. “So mine.”

Her body trembles and quakes, but I know she won’t come like this. Not her first time. So, I fuck her hard and good. Soon, I’ll take hours drawing pleasure from her. When she can thoroughly enjoy it without pain.

And then…

Then I’ll bring her into my dark world where pain is the king over pleasure. He rules with an iron fist. And pleasure bends to the will of pain. I will show her my kingdom. She will be my queen.

I grunt as my nuts seize up with my orgasm. It’s a major test to my willpower, but I manage to slip out of her as I spurt my seed against her lower stomach. We’re both breathing heavily, and she clutches onto me as though she never wants to let go.

Because of those in our world, she’ll be forced to let go and soon.

But right here, in this room, she can have me. All of me. The real me.

I nuzzle my nose along hers, then lean my forehead against hers. “Irina.”

“Vlad,” she whispers.

“You’re dangerous to me,” I admit, my voice hoarse and husky.

“You’ll survive,” she teases.

Pulling away, I stare into her glimmering eyes. A heavy emotion shines in them—one I’ve seen surface over the years when she looks my way. One that was stronger this afternoon when we kissed. A look that now nearly knocks me over.

Falling.

She’s falling so hard.

I’ll catch her.

“Nobody can know.” I hate having to ruin this moment with the truth.

Her lip trembles. “I know.”

“As do I. We’re the only ones who know.”

I pull away and set her to her feet. Her entire body shakes as her dress falls into place, my cum creating a wet spot where her stomach is. It speaks to my inner animal. Possessive, crushing thoughts overwhelm me.

Fucking mine.

The little sun named Shadow is mine.

“Vlad?” Her voice is soft and unsure.

“Yes, solntce moyo?”

She regards me with a soft expression. “I still want to paint you.”

My chest cracks open, and I let this girl in. I know it’s foolish. Everyone I let in either dies or betrays me or leaves me. And yet…

“You will,” I assure her. “Let’s get to it. I’m not done with you yet.”

I don’t think I’ll ever be done with her.




The events of the day wear on me and I find myself drifting to sleep in the armchair in Irina’s new room. She’s been in her bathroom for what feels like forever. I fall sleep until her soft voice awakens me.

“Vlad?”

“Mmm?”

“Can you lose the jacket?”

I blink open my eyes to find her sitting on the floor in front of me. Her easels must be still packed away, but I can see where she’s dragged out items from bags and spread them around her. Paints and brushes. A blank canvas. Her wet hair is twisted into a messy bun and her face is free of makeup. Freckles that are usually hidden by makeup make their appearance, reminding me of when she was younger.