VLAD (The V Games #1)(57)



“Always?”

“In some capacity or another since the day I met you. When you were a child, I just wanted you to paint me. To make something ugly and destined for destruction to be beautiful. Just once. I wanted to be something beautiful and worthy even if only for a moment. To capture the real me in one instant and lock me there. I wanted to be yours, then and forever. It didn’t make sense, but my heart whispered these things to me. Promised I’d have you one day. You’d do more than paint me, you’d paint yourself all over my soul.”

I run my fingers through his slick hair and part my lips. “I’m yours,” I assure him. “I always watched you. Crushed on you from afar. A beautiful man I had no business wanting. But I did. I wanted you so badly, Vlad.”

He groans as his lips crash to mine. His strong hand grabs my bruised ass, and he lifts me. I willingly wrap my legs around him and invite all of him into me. Slippery between us, his cock ruts until it slides in deep. Both of us moan within our kiss, desperately needing this union more than anything else in our lives.

“I’m going to marry you, Irina,” he murmurs against my mouth as he rocks against me. “You’re going to get off the pill, and I’m going to fill your stomach with my children. We’ll be everything they don’t think we can be. A powerful force. A match strengthened by our family names, but bound by something much deeper.”

I kiss him hard. We’ve always been more. A silent buzzing below the surface. Something powerful just waiting to be unleashed and revealed. Vlad and I were meant to be. I know this deep down in my heart. And although the thought of marriage and being a baby machine never appealed to me—with him, I want it all.

He fucks me raw and beautifully in his shower. With the way he makes love to me, I know he’s making promises. Vows so palpable, I can feel them running through my veins straight to my heart.

This is us.

We’re a unit now and unstoppable.

His father, my father, the entire world…they are just stepping stones. Insignificant and unworthy.

Strong fingers slip between us, and Vlad rubs me in the expert way that has me losing my mind. My clit throbs for him, and he plays it like an instrument. Soon, I’m screaming in ecstasy, and his seed pumps into me, violent and out of control. My pussy clenches around him, trying to milk his very essence from him.

As his cock softens, he pulls away to pepper sweet kisses all over my face until I’m giggling. In a rare, stolen moment of beauty, Vlad smiles at me. Real and breathtaking. All for me. Only for me. My heart races out of my chest.

“I love you,” I breathe, my eyes pinning his.

His gaze darkens, and he leans his forehead against mine. “The way I feel for you is far more powerful than love, little shadow.”





I’ve avoided every single person in my home. Including Father. We still haven’t spoken since I slaughtered Anton just over a week ago, and I’m not ready to talk to him. I’m still too volatile. I need to be cool and collected when we speak.

Today, I will talk to him, and then everything will go on as if Diana and Anton never happened. We still have a wedding to plan. I’ve just replaced the bride.

“Mmmm,” Irina murmurs in her sleep, her palm rubbing across my pectoral muscle.

I stroke my fingers through her hair, a smile tilting my lips up. Having her in my bed every night and waking up with her in my arms has been heaven. A devil like myself doesn’t deserve an angel, but I have one anyway. And I’m never letting her go.

“Good morning,” she says, her voice raspy with sleep. She sits up on her elbow and gives me a pretty smile. The sun shines in from the window, causing her blonde locks to light up. I never get tired of looking at her. Never. In fact, she’s fairly distracting in that sense.

“Morning, beautiful.” I lean forward and kiss her plump lips. I’m about to take things further when my phone buzzes from the table. I groan as I grab it up. “What?”

“No way to speak to your father,” Father grunts.

“Good morning, Father.”

I refrain from snapping at him and relax against the pillows. Irina starts kissing my chest, doing her damnedest to improve my mood. She knows how my father ruins my days.

“The honeymoon is over, son. I know you have the young Volkov stowed away in your room. She’s becoming a weakness,” he complains.

“Is this why you called?” I ask, irritation edging in my tone.

“Partly,” he bites out. “But I have more business to discuss. My office in ten.”

“Nope,” I retort. “If it’s important, just say it now. I’m busy.”

The line goes dead for a moment. Irina blinks at me, and when I flash her an encouraging grin, she starts kissing lower down my torso. Her hand grips my erection, and I bite back a groan. My dirty little vixen wraps her lips around my cock, dead set on making me lose my cool while on the phone with my father.

“You’ll announce your engagement this evening,” he says after a minute. “I suggest you find a ring. I want the marriage over and done within a month’s time.”

Irina smiles up at me around my cock, her heavy engagement ring catching the sunlight and nearly blinding me. “I can do that,” I grunt. He doesn’t need to know I stole her away from the estate three days ago, took her into the city, and found her the most expensive ring I could, and then proposed to her in a romantic way as we strolled through the snow on the way to a restaurant. Those moments are just for us. Not for prying eyes or people who use such things against powerful men. Aside from my explosion last week, no one will ever know how utterly obsessed I am with this woman.

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