VLAD (The V Games #1)(58)

No one but her.

“Is that all?” My words come out as a hiss when Irina grips my balls and takes my cock deep in her throat.

“How are the women?”

“Irina has been training them. They’ll be ready and perfect,” I tell him, grunting. Each evening, Irina and I have gone down to check on the women. I work with Stepan, and she the women. She’s smart and teaches them things that could prove useful in The Games. By next winter, those women will be smart, cunning seductresses.

“The other women,” Father says.

“They’re being delivered today. They will be kept on the edge of sanity and make the perfect allure for our more depraved players. And with Irina working with the others, this may be our best Games yet.”

He laughs scornfully. “What does little Irina know about showing them how to take two cocks at once?”

“Not rocket science, Father.”

A growl resounds from his end. “Let’s make sure their cunts are kept tight. A stitch or two will ensure this.”

“Hmmm,” is all I reply. My woman is swallowing my cock, so I’m not completely interested in what my father has to say.

“And, Vlad, maybe I should test drive what they’ve learned so far. I’ll want to have my pick of them,” he grumbles.

Of course he does.

“Darya getting boring?”

Instead of answering, I hear the slapping of flesh. A woman’s scream resounds on the other end, loud enough that Irina pops off my cock and frowns at me.

“Darya is learning how to take a fist in her cunt. She’s fine.”

Irina slowly fucks my cock with her hand, but she’s no longer interested in sucking it as she tries to listen to our conversation.

“Now, are we done?” I snap at him.

“We’ll discuss the rest later. Give my future daughter-in-law my regards.”

I hang up on him without saying bye. “Why are you stopping?”

“What was he doing to her?” she demands, ignoring me. Fire glitters in her blue eyes. It’s one of the things I love about her. She’s a storm beneath her calm exterior. I like unleashing her from time to time.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes.”

“I could show you,” I tease.

Her brows lift, but she doesn’t back down from my challenge. “So show me.”

I flash her a wolfish grin before I maul her. Her squeals are adorable as I flip her around and pin her to the bed. When I reach for the lube on the table, she eyes me warily. I make a big show of pouring it all over my hand and smearing the lubricant on my fingers. Her eyes are wide as saucers. “Spread your thighs.”

“Vlad,” she murmurs. “What do you think you’re about to do?”

I run the slick knuckle of my middle finger along her slit, increasing pressure against her clit. “Having fun with you,” I tease.

Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t tell me no. Even if she did, it’s not like I’m very good at hearing that word anyway. I slide one finger, and then two, into her easily. She lets out a moan when I curl them up and stroke them against her g-spot. I love making her purr like a kitten. Her body yields to my command and obeys so beautifully.

“Vlad…”

“Shhh,” I say as I push a third finger into her cunt.

Her moan is loud, and her eyes have fluttered closed. I rub my thumb against her clit as I ease my pinky in. Her cunt is too tight for me to push past the knuckles and slide any more of my hand in there. It makes me wonder how poor Darya is faring.

“Please…”

“What is it you’re begging for, little shadow?”

“You. I need you.”

I slide my fingers out of her and grab my cock with my slick hand. She moans when I tease her opening. With a quick thrust, I drive into her body. I seek out her mouth with mine and kiss her hard. My hips piston against hers, and I fuck her too rough for the morning. But my sweet girl takes it. She matches my stride and rakes her fingernails painfully down my shoulders.

I bite her lip. She bites my tongue.

I fist her hair. She grabs mine.

We’re hell-bent on climbing inside each other.

Soon, via marriage, we will become one.

And the entire country will fucking quake under our rule.

“Oh God,” she cries out, her orgasm stealing over her.

Her tight cunt clenches around me as she comes, sending me right over the edge. I come inside her, and just like every other day this week, I wonder if I’ll knock her up. I’ve become utterly obsessed with filling her with my cum and getting her pregnant. I want her pregnant and wearing my last name. And since she’s no longer on the pill and officially engaged to me, those things could be in the near future.

Once my cock grows soft and my semen runs out of her, I lift up to look at her. Her eyes blink lazily at me and she smiles. Her smiles will be the death of me.

Or perhaps the beginning.

All these years, I’ve played by the rules of my father’s games.

But then I took Irina and made her mine. Those rules and those games aren’t ones I’m interested in playing.

I have a new game.

And I make the rules.

It’s a game where she and I win.

Each and every goddamned time.