VLAD (The V Games #1)(49)
Her hands lift and I imagine she’ll swat me away. Instead, her fingers thread into my slicked back hair and she tangles her fingers in it, messing it up. With surprising strength, she pulls me back to her mouth, desperate for another suffocating kiss. I mold my mouth to hers and kiss her hard, without letting up for a second. Her body trembles and her head lolls back, breaking our connection.
I pound into her, intensifying my efforts on her clit, admiring her perfect purple face.
“Irina!” I bark, jerking her from her daze.
She blinks her eyes open—eyes now turning bloodshot—and stares straight into my motherfucking soul. I let her in. Goddammit, do I ever let her in. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, and she violently shudders before me. Her cunt clenches hard around my cock and her juices become thicker as she gives into a silent, yet powerful orgasm.
“My beautiful girl,” I hiss as I come. My heat explodes out of me, coating her insides. As soon as her trembling slows, I release her throat and pull her against my chest. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her with me as I sit down in my chair. “Look how perfect you are,” I whisper as I kiss her full tits and collarbone.
Her fingers slide back into my hair and tighten. She yanks until I’m looking up at her. My cum leaks out of her, soaking my slacks, but I don’t even care. What we just did was so fucking hot, I want to do it more. A whole lot more.
“I liked that,” she rasps, her voice barely audible. A smile tugs at her swollen lips.
Leaning forward, I nip at her chin. “You like being choked?”
Her eyes shine with adoration. “I like the look you give me when you choke me.”
“And what look is that?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “I’ll have to show you one day. I’ll paint it.”
“Make sure you add one of those purple sunsets behind me,” I say with a grin.
“I would consider that an odd request, but since I just told you I wanted to paint your face while you’re choking me, I suppose it’s not so odd in the grand scheme of things.”
I hug her to me and stroke her hair. “Not odd at—”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“We’re having a meeting!” we both yell out in unison.
One month later…
The past four weeks have passed so fast. I’m completely addicted to a man who isn’t mine.
He’s always been yours.
Confusing thoughts surge through my mind, and I try to make sense of them. Some days, I want to convince myself that what Vlad and I are doing is okay. That we deserve this. Other days, I can barely meet my sister’s gaze. Guilt consumes me. The only thing not driving me off the edge is the fact that I know she is in love with Ven. Vlad is just another business deal.
She’s even faltered a few times while pacing her room, telling me she can’t go through with it. Then, in the next breath, she’s talking about what’s best for us now—her duty. He’s just a means to a more influential name to her, but to me…
He’s everything.
My waking thought and the one I close my eyes to.
His eyes follow me wherever I go, and I steal glances of the handsome man who knows my body better than I know my own.
Diana has been discussing Volkov Spirits with Father and Vas, but all I want to do is drown myself in Vlad’s intoxicating scent. Wrap my legs around his slim waist and ride him like a prized stallion. He’s under my skin, burrowed so deep, I don’t think I’ll ever get him out.
“So, Vas will be here tonight. I want you to be on guard,” Diana tells me, curling the last lock of my hair into a loose ringlet. “He’s a slippery one, I just know it.” Gathering my hair, she pulls the curls into a fancy up-do, letting a few strands tumble down to frame my face. She strokes a finger down the back of my neck and smiles at me in the mirror. “You have such an elegant neck, Irina. It’s just like Mother’s.”
I replicate her smile and stroke a hand down my dress. It’s a daring red, to snare a bull, and I love it. Diana brought it back with her from her trip with Vika.
She steps in front of me and paints my lips the same crimson color as the fabric. “Father is also coming tonight,” she tells me, wincing slightly.
“Are you ready?” Diana asks, holding out her hand for me to take.
“Yes.”
The music hums through the corridors as we make our way to the great room. People mingle, glasses clink, and heels click-clack over the wood floors. There’s a sweet fragrance from the flower arrangements laid out everywhere. “Isn’t this supposed to be an eighteenth birthday party?” I mock-whisper to Diana, who grins and squeezes my arm tighter.
“And an engagement party. Vlad told me they will announce Ruslan and Vika’s wedding date tonight,” she divulges. My heart drops. It’s ludicrous and irrational to hate the fact that Diana has been speaking with Vlad in private, but the jealousy followed by guilt slams into me all the same. She may have conversations with him, but it’s my bed he’s been coming to nearly every night for the past month.
“Oh, look, there’s Ven,” Diana sings. I tug on her arm to stop her departure. She turns to face me and furrows her brow. “What’s wrong?”
“You can’t keep flaunting your affair like this,” I hiss, furious that she doesn’t seem to care any longer. “It’s not as discreet as you may think, Diana.”