7. Vlad

I'm not focusing on anything that leaves Anastasia or Ana's mouths. All I can see is Inessa in my mind's eye. She's otherworldly and, right now, there's very little covering her body while she gets ready two floors above me. It's not reality because Anastasia dropped her dress off when she first arrived, but in my mind, she's still bare with my new pocket square dangling from her bra strap.

There's enough information for me to pretend I was paying attention as I re-enter the conversation to hear Anastasia speak.

"I haven't heard anything about Yulia either, I've heard of Marlo, but no one gives his full name."

Ana hardens and she clenches her jaw from the force of her rage. She's going to end up killing someone when she plays guard tonight. I've never met anyone so filled with rage other than this kid, and she has my wife as her biggest defender. If I have to hear Inessa tell me one time to go easy on the little shit when she shows up bruised from training, I'll end up killing Ana to prevent it from happening again. She's even managed to get the usually bitchy Anastasia on her side. It can't be due to Ana only being two years younger than them. They actually care about her when she looks like she's dead behind the eyes.

Giving the pipsqueak a reprieve, I don't point out that she should spit it out instead of wasting my time.

"Have you met him?" I ask.

She nods at my assumption, and Anastasia protectively leans closer to her. The chair is knocked back as she abruptly stands and begins to pace like a little psychopath with her fists clenched. Her jaw is the same and she doesn't look at anyone as she speaks to herself.

"He's her business partner."

Nodding along, waiting for her to give anything that will be useful, she turns and looks like a human with genuine emotion on her features. Only, it doesn't reach her eyes.

"Marlo knew my father and gave the order that I wasn't to be trained, I was supposed to take over for Yulia when she expanded."

It's hard to hate the kid with that information, but I still hold on to it. She's too arrogant and acts like death is imaginary. It makes her reckless and since Inessa has demanded Ana as her guard, she can't make a single fucking mistake.

Anastasia softens and Dima hardens with each word that leaves pipsqueak.

"He has a cane, dark hair, and dark eyes. He always wears gloves, so I think he has a problem with people touching him, but he'd walk around with his dick out when he'd visit Yulia."

There's no emotion in her voice and I'd prefer not to think about why a grown ass fucking man was exposing himself in a house full of children. Giving them their orders not to ruin Inessa's night, they leave to get ready. Pipsqueak goes with her new mother as Anastasia literally takes her under her wing and hooks her arm over her shoulder.

Dima stays behind, closing the door once we're alone, and I sit back, waiting for what he wants to grumble about.

"She's a fucking nutcase, but her life is horrific."

I shrug, uncaring and ask, "Are you going to stop threatening to kill her now?"

His eyes widen, and he sits taller as he repeats her sins.

"She threw a fucking knife at my head." I nearly laugh at the reminder, and he continues. "Then she shrugged and started talking to herself like a fucking psycho about changing the aim so it would hit me in the eye. Did you hear her laughing when she was wondering if it would hit my brain?!"

The door opens, and he snaps his head to the side, expecting it to be pipsqueak. It wouldn't surprise me if she was sent from hell and aware of what happens behind closed doors. But Viktor pokes his head through, and he smirks, seeing his favorite little minion. The bow tie around his neck is loose, and he looks up, hardening his eyes and practicing his commanding voice.

"Do it for me."

Vitali is the person he argues with, he treats his dad like his brother, but Dima is the one he always runs to when he needs something. It's purposeful after he attempted to make me into that person. This way he won't grieve when there's no risk of him losing that relationship.

Dima lifts him to sit on the front of my desk and he folds his collars up as he speaks to his nephew.

"Why didn't your dad do it for you?"

He may not be blood, but he was the one who stayed in the house with the kids when we first moved. Katya took a few years to stop being scared around me and hiding behind his leg. My brothers were little shits, so he's earned his place in the family.

Viktor allows himself to be a kid as he answers, "He's not wearing a tie. I don't think he even knows how to do one. I had to wear one for this school thing and he done it up like the ends were shoelaces."

Sending Valentin to the best private school in New York City was a waste of fucking money. He spent too much time fucking around and the uniform required the girls to wear their ties like bows which is probably the reason he tried to do the same for his son. Dima looks at me obviously thinking the same, but he doesn't voice it in front of Viktor.

"All done, Vityenka."

He steps back and he examines our nephews features before he nods and walks out of my office.

My nephew isn't like other children, he doesn't hesitate at home, but he slowly turns and sits cross-legged on my desk. His suit is going to get creased, so I slide him closer and let him sit on the edge to minimize them. I'm planning murder when he fidgets and looks down. The guard who gave him shit has been allowed to live because of the word of a boy, but if he's opened his mouth again, I'll go back on what Viktor asked for and kill the suka1.

He's never been a shy child. Even as a baby he was all smiles and laughs. Probably because he pissed on his dad every chance he got. Tapping on my knee while I wait for him to find his tongue, he turns his head, showing his angry, red scar and his voice is small.

"Does it look bad?"

I'd cut my own face to make him feel better, but I stop myself, knowing the tirade of Inessa's mouth will start if I walk out like that. I straighten his lapels, forcing him to look up and smooth his shirt out while giving him nothing but conviction.

"That scar and your eye don't make you any different." I tap his temple. "It's what's in here that counts. You're a clever boy, more intelligent than your dad or Vitali, and you'll be stronger than them too. What did they say?"

He smiles at me and relaxes instantly. He turns into his father, caring about other people.

"But it doesn't make me look scary, right? I don't want Mara to be afraid of me."

Out of the entire population on the planet, Inessa had to be friends with the queen of the ‘Ndrangheta, and now my nephew is besotted with her. I choose my words carefully, knowing his intellect and how he manages to pick up on hidden meanings.

"Do you care if she is afraid of you?"

His eyes narrow, far too mature for his age. Viktor doesn't just say things for no reason, and he doesn't look like he has some crush. But they will always be our enemies despite their alliance with Maximoff and the Verelli family having proximity to my wife due to their charity. He sits taller and smirks, his eyes lighting up with pride.

"I'm going to be Pakhan when I'm older. If I make friends with her, then I'll know the heir, and they won't be able to do anything because I know their mom."

Every bit of intelligence that Valentin refuses to use has been tripled in his son, but there's no pride in me. I don't want this life for him, and he was supposed to be the turning of the tide, the first Vartanov who had a childhood and played with blocks rather than games of power.

I stroke his hair back, knowing he's too young to have a conversation about choosing another option without him getting angry.

"Go make sure Vitali is ready, tell him you can pick which car he takes."

He nods and slams his foot into my thigh as he jumps off my desk and takes off running through the house. The sound of him arguing with Vitali brings a genuine smile to my face. I know I've done everything right. They're all content, safe. They don't need me, and they'll be safe when I reach my goal.

I check the time and Inessa has long enough to get dressed, but she still hasn't come downstairs. My steps are lighter as I go to change and get the final part of my outfit off her body. There's still the pain that will never leave, but it's like someone else is shouldering some of it, making it easier to carry.

Then the guilt slams into me.

I shouldn't have a moment of happiness when my heart is buried in the frozen ground. Each day that passes, I forget a new thing, and longing gets harder to ignore, but it's my punishment for the only sin that stains my soul.

When I reach our floor, I slow down at the sound of a male voice. No one is permitted here, and no one will be in the space where my wife lays her head. I don't realize what it is until she groans. The sound of her disgusting show plays from the closet, and I don't know what enjoyment she can possibly get out of seeing pus leave a person's body. She's even forced Tali and Viktor to watch the pimple-popping videos, all three of them sit there transfixed to the screen for hours with mixed disgust and pain on their faces.Yet I'm the one they call fucked up for my extracurricular activities.

She doesn't notice me closing in behind her until I trace her spine and watch the shiver work up each vertebra. Her dress is held limply in her fingers, and I remove the disgusting sight on the screen. She melts under me as I continue up her spine and reach her nape. So fucking responsive and mine. She takes half a step forward and continues getting dressed before she bands her arm under her tits and pretends I'm not here. The back of her dress is undone, and my queen has finally followed an instruction without an argument.The red silk between her ass cheeks belongs to me exactly like that what it's covering. Everything is mine, and I'll continue taking more for as long as I can.

Flattening my palm on her back, I smooth around her ribs under the dress, and the brat comes out.

"You're going to put creases in my dress."

The lust coating her voice makes her lose the argument before it could even begin, and I need the final part of my outfit to be ready for me. I cup between her thighs and tut, "I told you to think about me, meelaya."

There should be nothing other than soaked silk against my fingers, but she's stubborn and perfect, and she never pauses no matter what I do. Turning to speak in my ear, her taunt lacks any heat.

"I was thinking about you. I usually pretend you're someone else. I can think about him instead if you want?"

It's a lie, I know it is, but I want to murder the imaginary fuck. Paint every bullshit scenario she's created red so she can never escape me.Restraining myself from drowning her again, I remove my hand and step back.

"Take your dress off, hands flat in front of you on the vanity and your ass in the air."

I don't watch her to ensure she's doing as she's told and go to the package she's refused to use before we got married. She looks over her shoulder, trying to see what I'm doing.

"Now, Inessa. Or I'll do it for you."

Her reaction to my roughness is never fear but she finally obeys and lets the material float down her body.I turn in time to see her stretch out like a cat with her palms flat on the marble.

The position is perfect, and she widens her feet, allowing me to see the wet spot darkening her panties. It has them turning the correct color to match her dress. Her breathing shallows as I walk back to her, and the mirror fixed to the wall shows her biting her lip. She sucks in a breath as I stroke over her panties with my thumb. A moan slips out as I press my lips to each of her ass cheeks. My other hand moves before I've even given it thought and leaves a perfect outline of my hand on her ass. The mouth that haunts me makes the most beautiful sounds when she's like this. My queen doesn't kneel but she's exquisite bowing.

She gets curious when I trace the hem of her panties and looks over her shoulder. Her dark eyes pull me in, loosening my tongue and weakening my threat.

"I was going to leave you bare so my hands were kept busy tonight. But you couldn't keep your mouth shut."

Hooking my thumbs under the sides of the silk, I carefully peel them down her legs. Once she's fully naked beneath my hands, I lose all thoughts of torturing us both and undo my belt. The excited gleam in her eye disappears when I don't pull the leather free.

She's too transparent and I palm her ass, knowing she won't ask me for what she wants.

"Say it, meelaya."

She wants rough yet refuses to speak. It's easier for her to test my patience by being a brat and I move to stand directly behind her. She pushes her ass back in anticipation and I give her a taste of what she wants. Slapping her ass in warning, she moans and does the opposite of what she's told.

"Don't move." She stops abruptly when I pull her ass cheeks apart. "Good girl, stay like this until I tell you."

The praise has her obedient and I miss the brat. I stroke my dick from base to tip just staring at her beautiful pussy dripping for me.

Inessa pouts and she's running down her thighs.

"Have you forgotten what to do?" she asks.

There isn't enough time for me to fuck her, but I can walk around with my wife on my dick and circle her clit with the tip of my dick.

"Have you forgotten I told you not to move?"

A moan wraps itself around her need to lie as she arches her back further. "Vlad, we're going to be late."

Humming in response, I stroke through her slit and push inside her. She's so fucking tight and chokes me. It's purposeful with the twisted smile on her beautiful face.

My voice darkens, calling out the brat as I massage her ass and slowly feed her another inch.

"Your tight cunt is massaging my dick, make me come without moving, moya koroleva."

Fuck me, this woman doesn't need any direction and I push in further to get more. She doesn't just flex her control of her inner muscles but over me. Her eyes are firmly fixed on mine through the mirror, and she knows what she's doing as she smirks. It's twisted and proud. Her hand moves, going to her needy clit, and she ruins the game, making me step back as pure frustration leaves her on a groan.

Intrigue replaces her other emotions as I take out the toy that will act as a torture device. Her eyes flick from my hands to my face as desire takes over her features.

"I'd rather you fucked me."

Such sweet, filthy words in a matching tone, but I can't give in, yet. She's spent too long getting ready and her hair would get fucked. Slowly pushing the vibrator inside of her, I give her my promise.

"I will malysh, when we come home I'll take this out," she gasps as I twist the curved vibrator inside her, making sure to massage her g spot, "and replace it with my dick after I've fucked your throat."

Her moan is trapped in her throat, and I press my lips to her pulse wildly fluttering in her neck. My voice darkens, wanting to be inside of her.

"Be good and stay ready for me and I might find a hidden corner of the ballroom to let you come."

She clenches around the toy and tries to pull it out of my hand without the use of her own. I lose my train of thought, watching it bob in midair. Fixing the toy in place so it's snug against her cunt, I step back, admiring the view. Moving further away, I let her move.

"On your knees, bring me your panties."

She slowly turns and then lowers to her knees, all the while her eyes remain on mine. The mirror gives the perfect view of the toy against her skin as she kicks the silk off her ankles. She can't resist being a brat and rolls her eyes, forcing me to change my mind.

Her face falls in slow motion as I walk to the furthest point of the room, needing as much distance as possible to commit the act to memory. It doesn't go back to its natural position as I lean against the door, making sure I don't cross the threshold and say, "Crawl to me with your panties in your mouth and drop them in my hand like a good little pet."

I expect anger, but there's only lust shining back at me and my queen crawls for the only person she will ever be on her knees for. She delicately lifts her panties from the floor, but I tut and know her eyes are going to be full of fire.

"Did I say you could use your hands? Pick them up with your teeth."

I know the floor is clean and the thin waistband is at the top, forming a loop, so her nose won't even touch the floor. As expected, rage consumes her, and I stroke my dick. Her emotions war as I palm the tip, and she rubs her thighs together.

"Now, Inessa."

She rolls her eyes, and my voice comes out too rough as she lowers her head, sticking her ass in the air.

"Roll your eyes one more time and it won't just be your thighs that are wet."

She pauses picking her panties up to argue with me and asks confirmation of whatever filthy want she's too afraid to voice.

"What are you going to do?"

Everything.

That is my first thought, to take every single memory she could possibly hold for myself and own her in her entirety. But I give her what she wants and say, "I'll coat every inch of your body in my cum and you won't have that dress to cover you. You'll walk amongst your guests, donors, do-gooders, covered in me with my name fresh in the center of your chest. Now, pick your panties up and start fucking crawling."

Lust blows her pupils wide, and she does it without any further conversation. The edge of the silk sits between her sparkling teeth, and I shake my head, making her stop.

"The middle that you soaked for me needs to go in your mouth, malysh."

Blinking slowly three times, she just stares at me, and I cross my arms over my chest, waiting to see what she'll do.

Any defiance is jolted from her body with the change in position of the vibrator and my queen tries to ride it as she sits back on her heels. Controlling the vibrations with my phone, I start them on her clit, and she begs me without words. She looks so fucking lost and adorable staring up at me, needing to come, but I won't let her. Understanding the threat for what it is, she moves again, and I increase the speed with the gap closing.

My hand speeds up on my dick seeing her spit soaking the silk further. I don't want to come without her, or anywhere but inside her. Whether that be Inessa's mouth or her cunt, my release belongs to her like hers do to me. She kneels at my feet and looks at my dick with longing as I pocket my phone to hold my hand out for her to drop her panties.She does it straight away and places her hands on her thighs.

Folding it into a triangle, I replace my pocket square, watching her eyes widen in lust. It's always the same reaction, but it's more intense than it's ever been. I gently trace her bottom lip and my voice automatically follows the same tone.

"Kiss your husband and promise to be good, moya koroleva."

I expect her to stand. But she doesn't. She leans forward and places the softest kiss on the tip of my dick and looks up at me with huge sex eyes.

"I promise to be bad when we get home."

I'm the one in a position of power both physically and mentally, but she proves she's a queen no matter the occasion.

She takes my hand when I help her to stand and she's adorable as fuck tucking my dick away, then straightening my shirt and redoing my belt. She plants a chaste kiss against my lips and her quiet question has me biting my cheek to stop from laughing.

"Will it fall out?"

She strangles my dick at every opportunity, but I divert that thought from leaving and kiss her neck, so she relaxes.

"Put your panties on, there's a magnet so it won't go anywhere."

Her steps are slow, feeling every little movement on her inner walls as she goes to her drawer. I'm going to keep her like this, who needs a leash when I can plug her cunt and watch the pleasure battling her features.

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