10. Vlad

I'm married to a fucking crazy woman who refuses to listen to a single thing I say as I repeat myself. "Sit the fuck down."

She should be more than happy to come after I kept her on edge all night, but her eyes are fixed on herself as she sucks my dick like her life depends on it. Her reflection is in view as I look between our bodies, and I thrust up to see her eyes bulge. Absolute perfection.

I band my forearm over her lower back and pull her closer. Fuck me, her mouth is a sin and a reward. Whether it's whatever comes out or how she takes me in, it's always perfect. I need the distraction of focusing on her taste, or I'll fucking drown her.I wrap her hair around my fist, so she doesn't have full movement to destroy me. As soon as my tongue pushes into her tight cunt, I relax. The air blowing across the tip of my dick with her moan and my name on her beautiful lips is all I can feel and hear as she grinds into me.

My dick is in her mouth, and my tongue is inside her beautiful cunt, but I need more. She consumes me and fucks with my head. My palm cracks off her ass as punishment for existing and I pull her head further back, so she can't close her lips around my dick. The little flicks of her tongue are just as bad. Knowing she's straining her pretty little neck to taste me, because she feels the same fucking need.

I hesitantly pull away, knowing she's on the edge of release as she tightens around my tongue. Pure frustration bounces off the walls from her filthy mouth.

"Vlad, I need to come."

Smiling into her thigh, I suck the skin between my teeth, needing to leave a mark so Inessa can never forget I was here. I trace a line back to her pussy with my tongue and brush her clit, but it's not enough to let her climax. She's going to come on my dick and fucking soak me while I pump her full of me.

A soft tap lands on my thigh, and I fall back and loosen my arms around her immediately. The brat scrambles forward and looks over her shoulder with a twisted smile as she quickly straddles my hips and drops down on my dick. Pushing my head into the sheets to stop from blowing straight away, my groan hits the ceiling.

"Fuuuuuuckkk, malysh."

It mixes with the moan leaving my queen as her head falls back.

We're both fucked and trying to hold on, barely fucking breathing, and I massage up her back, needing a connection. Combing my fingers through her silky strands, I pile them together at her crown, so her head is tilted up and hold her hip, so I have a warning when she moves.Bringing my knee up so she can't go as wild, she holds the joint and delicate fingers wrap around my wrist for support. The softest, most beautifully gentle voice floats out of her when I don't let her move her head.

"Vlad, I want to see."

I drop my hand down to her hips, and she smiles at me over her shoulder. Awe mixes with my lust at the sight of it. She's even more beautiful when she smiles, which shouldn't be a possibility.

Lust deepens my voice as she slowly rolls her hips.

"Watch how you take my dick, the only one you'll ever have."

She slowly turns her head to stare ahead, and her commentary has me thrusting up as she lifts on her knees.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to come just from watching."

Matching my movements with interest, she takes her hands off me and puts on a show for herself. I can't see the reflection, only her elbows moving as she squeezes her tits. My queen screams my name as I snap up at the same time as I pull her hips down.

"Vlad, oh God. Yes!"

I need to see her face, watch how her eyes go through every emotion and sit up. My arms automatically wrap around her middle, and my hand finds her throat to feel her pulse. Reminding her of her own words has her smiling at me in the reflection.

"I'm the devil, meelaya."

We both watch my dick entering home as I tilt her neck to expose the side. Fuck me, she gets even more perfect when she opens her mouth.

"I'm never watching porn again when we exist."

I lightly laugh into her neck. It's just air and my exquisite wife massages across my nape, holding the back of my head as she rides me. She slowly traces down her body, and her moans deepen as she finds her fixation of my arms. She doesn't linger and wraps her fingers around my wrist. My hand joins hers as she moves further down to position my middle finger on her clit. Her husky declaration is moaned right into my ear.

"I love your hands on me."

The confession is rewarded with my teeth in her neck, and I pull her lips apart with two fingers to get a better view.

Squeezing the sides of her neck, my lips brush her ear with every slow syllable as we're both mesmerized, staring between her thighs.

"See that, malysh? That's what a stretched pussy looks like, the way your tight cunt is wrapped around my dick and there's no fucking space."

Bringing two fingers up, she holds them against my lips, and I don't need an instruction. Sucking them into my mouth, I lather them with spit.

Tracing her features through the mirror, I realize she's my weakness. She's sat on my dick — the image is right in front of me — but I can't pull my gaze away from her face. My lips pepper any part of her I can reach, from her shoulder to her to her cheek and temple. They're filled with apology and thanks because I know this moment won't last. I need to sever it.I can't have weaknesses or bonds, and it's safer to destroy them now before she gets hurt.

Softening my hand around her throat, the thought changes. It's selfish as fuck. But maybe I could have her until death. Keep my weakness a secret, harden it so no one knows, so I can have this queen as my only living peace.My lips pause on her shoulder, the only part of me in view are my eyes, and she is my direct opposite. Dark eyes against my blue, blonde hair against my black.

A kind, warm heart against my desolate chest.

In another life, I'd keep her.

In another life, I'd have everything without any need for retribution.

I tighten my arm around her, hugging her to me, and keep my lips against her shoulder. To keep her, this, for a little longer.

A needy whimper snaps me back to reality as Inessa tries not to come. She's adorable as she turns to me with a pout, but she needs to witness what I do.

"Look at how you soak my dick, meelaya."

The tears lining her lashes are knocked loose as she nods to herself, and she circles her clit with her spit-soaked fingers. Choked screams and tears stare back at me as she climaxes so hard little spurts squeeze out around my dick.

Digging her nails into my nape hard enough to draw blood, she doesn't stop convulsing and shaking with her release. I turn her chin towards me and pass her my apology with my tongue as I need more of her, something deeper, and something to stop me promising what I can't give. Salty tears slip into my mouth but they're not from pain, yet. Crossing my arms under her tits, I tightly hug her to me while my head chants gratitude and my every wish.

Thank you for giving me peace amongst chaos.

I would have given you everything if it hadn't already been taken from me.

Be happy and don't hate me for taking your time.

Like she can hear my unvoiced confessions, she holds on to me and returns her own thoughts with her tongue. It's emotion and I sit taller, grinding her against me refusing to let her go. Her lips skim my cheek as I give her pleasure before the pain.

I never meant to get attached to you.

Don't forget that you're a queen.

Stay mine even when I'm dead.

Her inner walls squeeze even tighter, they pulse massaging my dick and she begs into my skin.

"Come for me, Vladik."

As though she commands me, every muscle in my body seizes, and I slap my fingers off her clit, needing her release at the same time. She does it and accepts the only thing I can give her as I come. My heart is racing, not due to physical exertion, but I feel like I've just taken advantage of her body despite my continuous need to voice this will end.

Her soft lips dance across my jaw until they're back on mine, and she attempts to breathe life into me. It doesn't end while we wait for the world to start spinning again.I continue giving her my gratitude, feeding into her mouth while silently begging her to become a bitch so I don't have to see hurt in her eyes.

Moving across her jaw, I try to stop anything leaving. It doesn't help and my tongue moves in an almost soundless whisper in the crook of her neck.

"Ty moya luchshaya oshibka1."

Soft, dark eyes land on me, and my queen opens her mouth with the same energy.

"Vlad? I?—"

She's cut off when my phone rings. If it was any other than the one solely for Grigory, I wouldn't move. But I do. It's autopilot as my skin turns cold, and I stretch, reaching it on the nightstand where it's always kept.

I move quicker than I should be able to because he never fucking calls. Or sends messages. Or does anything other than give me a drink on one day a year. My heart starts pounding again, and Inessa folds in half under me as I answer before it can reach the third ring.

"Something has happened."

There's panic in his voice, and I don't know why I ask when I know she's dead.

"Is she okay?"

There's six feet of dirt on her body, bones now, but I still wait for the answer, feeling my heart tear in two with the long pause. The audible gulp doesn't ease my mood, and I'm helpless all over again when he says, "There's been some damage. The earth has been disturbed."

She's innocent, my innocent solnyshkuh, who shouldn't even be in a fucking grave.

Nothing else exists as I get up, and I don't even bother showering. Pulling on a random pair of shorts and a t-shirt, I listen to Grigory skate around telling me the extent of the damage. I know it's bad when he reluctantly tells me what to do.

"I think you should be here. I can fix things if you're busy."

My voice hardens at the thought I would ever not be there for her.

"It's Vanya, I'll be there."

In life, I may have failed her, but I won't make the same mistake twice. I can't breathe or focus on anything other than destroying anyone who even looked at her resting place.

Ending the call, I don't waste time packing and order the jet to be ready for when I reach the airfield.

It's going to be like the night she died all over again to remind those suka cunts to stay the fuck away from her. To let her have peace when they never tried to help when she was alive. She only ever had me — she will only ever have me.

Inessa is turned on her side, facing the wall as I walk out of the closet. She's already fallen asleep, and I move the mirror, so it won't fall on her. She doesn't stir as I pull the sheets up to her chin, and her tears are still staining her cheeks.

"You deserve better, meelaya."

Kissing her temple, I turn the lights off, making sure the windows are alarmed and leave for my second night of revenge.

1 ?You are my best mistake.