VLAD (The V Games #1)(47)

“You tasted so good.” She licks her lips, and my legs nearly buckle. I’ve never seen anything so goddamn hot in my life.

Is she even real?

I reach down and yank her to her feet. Cradling her throat, I run kisses along her cheek to her ear.

“Let’s shower and get cleaned up. I’m going to need more of you—and soon,” I admit, my voice dark and threatening. “You’re not leaving this room tonight.”

I’m not done with her.

Not by a long shot.

We have all night.




Heat encompasses me, and I wake with a start. I haven’t slept so good in years. The supple planes of Irina’s body are molded to my side, her hair fanned out across my chest. My heart thumps quickly in its cage, and I don’t care to free it. Not as long as she’s its master.

This is what contentment must feel like.

Warm and comforting.

Lazily gliding through your veins and every nerve ending.

Perfection.

I wish we didn’t ever have to leave this room. But we do. Dawn is creeping over the horizon and Diana will return soon. A yawn sounds from Irina as she stretches out her spent body. She’s covered in bruises and bite marks. All of which has pride and masculine possessiveness over her surging through me. Of course, they will have to be hidden from her sister. I shouldn’t have marked her skin, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to be on her flesh, inside her body, and existing in the very fabric of her being.

I can’t let anyone else have her, no matter what Father says.

She’s mine.

I’ve never been more sure of something than I am of this. Fate brought her here, and she will never be far from me. When I’m searching through the dark days, she will light the way and bring me home to her.

We belong together.

I’ll do my duty and marry Diana, but the selfish man I am will keep Irina too.

Locked away in my tower like Rapunzel. She will let down her hair for me to climb whenever I choose. And I’ll give her a happy ending each time with my tongue.




“You’re obsessed with leaving bruises on me,” Irina murmurs as she peers into the mirror of my office wall and runs her finger along my newest mark just below her ear.

I lean back in my leather chair and it squeaks. It should annoy me that she waltzes in here any time she wants, but it doesn’t. I’m knee-deep in V Games preparation, as well as all the other deeds I’m always responsible for, but I welcome the distraction.

“I think you like them,” I taunt.

She glances over her shoulder and bats her lashes at me. “The colors are pretty.”

My dick twitches in my slacks. Five minutes ago, I was stressed over the eldest Egorov, a Second Families miscreant who was recently being investigated by the Russian authorities. I’m good at keeping my shit under the radar, but, of all the families, I trust the Egorovs the least when it comes to not blabbing First and Second Families’ business. The last thing I need are the authorities up my ass.

But now?

All I can think of is gifting sweet Irina more colorful marks for her to admire.

“Did you wear that dress all for me?” I ask as I tug at the knot of my tie. The room has warmed several degrees now that she’s in here. We’ve been careful to keep our intimate times hidden from others ever since the time we were caught in the kitchen and I had to handle it. I can’t afford for any mishaps like that to happen again. Father isn’t stupid, and I certainly don’t need him sniffing around me right now.

“This old thing?” she teases as she sashays forward. Today she’s wearing a black sweater dress that hits above the knee and black leather boots that stop just below the knee. That small view of her knees is enough to drive me mad with the need to turn them bright red with carpet burn.

“Close the door,” I bark, my voice husky and rough.

She arches a golden brow and laughs. Goddamn, she’s my walking fantasy. Her smiles and laughter are my drug. That body of hers is my sustenance. I crave her with everything in me. “Are we having another meeting?” she sasses.

Meetings.

That’s what we tell everyone.

We’re having a meeting about the women in the basement. Often, we discuss them and their progress, but mostly, it’s an opportunity for me to get her naked and screaming in pleasure.

“Yes,” I growl. “Meeting. Now. My desk.”

She walks over to my office door and closes it. Her slender fingers flick the lock before she turns back to me. I love what a seductress she is without even trying. So many women have to work for it and sweet Irina was born with it.

“What’s the meeting about?” she questions, her eyes flickering with lust.

“Dress code.”

She throws her head back and giggles, the sound filling the air around me. My chest expands, and I smile at her.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I complain as I rub at my erection through my slacks.

Her icy blue eyes track my movement and her plump lips painted blood red part. She twists her earring nervously before letting out a sigh. “Fine.”

I chuckle and motion with my free hand. “We’re waiting.”

“We?”

I grab my cock and squeeze. “We.”

She rolls her eyes, the nerves leaving her, and begins inching her dress up her thighs. I drink in the creamy flesh as it’s revealed until her black silky panties come into view. The material continues to rise slowly, as if she enjoys the art of torture on the side, and her stomach shows. Trim and smooth, but bearing recent hickeys I gifted to her. My cock jolts in my grip.