VLAD (The V Games #1)(48)

We like seeing those marks a whole damn lot.

The dress gets tossed away and my gaze falls to her tits spilling out of her black bra. Irina has the kind of breasts that fit perfectly in the palm of your hand. But this voodoo bra of hers has them looking twice as big. More cleavage. Hot as fuck.

“Leave all that sexy shit on and come here. Boots stay on too,” I growl, motioning to the top of my desk in front of me.

She prances my way, comfortable in her own skin. I’d like to think it has something to do with me. When you worship a woman’s body, she soon begins to love it too. It shows in her confidence. My sun is finding her way out of the shadows one step at a time.

“I overheard Rada the other day talking to another maid,” she murmurs as she sits down in front of me. She lifts her legs, resting both feet on my knees.

“And?”

“She says some women are into choking.”

My blood runs cold. “And?”

Irina bites on her bottom lip and her neck turns red. “She told the other girl she’s most definitely not into it anymore, but…” she trails off. “I was thinking…”

Don’t tempt me, beautiful fucking girl.

Her lashes blink innocently. “Since you like bruises and all…”

“Say it,” I bark.

“Maybe you could choke me.” Her nostrils flare, but she doesn’t cower from her words.

I let out a heavy sigh. “Once you open that door, you can’t shut it.”

Her brows furl. “I want to open all the doors with you. You started this,” she snips. With the toe of her boot, she nudges my hand away from my cock and presses against me. “So finish it, Vasiliev.”

With a growl, I push her knees apart and rise. Her eyes widen at my quick movements, but she doesn’t pull away when I grip her throat, gently at first. “Touch your pussy through your panties. Get yourself nice and wet, my sun.”

She smiles at me as she rubs against herself with her fingers. And I revel in the way her eyes flutter closed.

Trust.

This sweet young thing trusts me.

An angel giving a devil her wings for safekeeping.

Closing in on her, I inhale her delicious scent. I can smell strawberries from breakfast still on her lips. With a squeeze, I let her feel the power of my grip as I kiss her softly. She half rasps, half moans as her tongue seeks out mine. I kiss her at an unrushed pace as I increase the pressure on my hold. When I hear her sucking air, I pull away.

“You’re not scared,” I observe as I study her features. Her face has turned bright red and I know if I keep at it, blue will eventually take over as the dominating color. If only she could see the brilliant colors on her face. My sweet Irina would want to paint them. “Watching you gasp for air makes my dick really hard,” I admit. “I want to choke you until you pass out only to revive you and do it all over again. Does that frighten you, little Volkov?”

Her eyes flare with strength. I have my answer.

“You truly are perfect,” I mutter aloud. I tighten my grasp, and she struggles to keep up the pace as she touches herself. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you out.”

I fumble with my slacks, but soon, I free my cock. I slap at her hand rubbing at her cunt with my rock-hard erection until she pulls it away.

“Let me inside,” I order.

She tries to shake her head no, and I can’t help the smile that graces my lips.

“I wasn’t asking,” I warn, tightening my grip.

She grabs her soaked, silky panties and pulls them over her pretty pink cunt to hide her delights from me.

I take a hand away from her throat, but keep the pressure with the one hand. I bat her away from her panties, clutch them in my fist, and tug them until they rip.

Her eyes blaze and I inch inside her until I’m fully seated. The moan that tries to escape her throat is muffled below my grip. I’ve choked enough women to know just how hard to squeeze without crushing their windpipe. You give them just a sliver of air. Enough to remain coherent but not comfortable. Enough to keep a little fear running through their veins along with the excitement.

Brave Irina stares at me with such trust and desire. She believes I will take care of her and not truly hurt her. I reach between us and finger her clit as I begin thrusting into her tight cunt. My hand compresses tighter. I know I’ve struck a nerve when she clenches around me. Her legs on either side of me begin to tremble.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Purple.

So purple.

I thought I preferred blue, but that was because I didn’t have this. This was the color I was striving for. The same color as the darkest shade on many of the sunsets she paints. I’ll tell her this later so she can appreciate the color as well.

My mouth crushes against hers in a kiss. Her movements are slow and sluggish, already weakened by my death grip on her. I could keep her in this hold, and eventually, she’d pass out. I nearly come at the thought and slam into her so hard, the desk jolts forward.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her open mouth. I bite at her tongue and pull it out with my teeth, relishing in how dry it already is. Her fat lips are blood red. One day, I’ll get her like this right after a shower and under the bright bathroom lights so I can watch her lips turn colors. When I suck her lip into my mouth, her cunt clenches around me again. I’m unravelling. Close. So close. But I want her to lose her mind first. We’ll go crazy together.