VLAD

by Ker Dukey

  She gags a few times, but slurps and sucks like it’s a melting ice cream and she’s dehydrating. The tip hits the back of her throat and I nearly come.

  “You taste so good,” she moans, slipping me out and back in.

  “I taste of you, dirty girl,” I tease, feeling lightheaded and ready to explode.

  This girl rocks the entire foundation I’ve built and stand upon. She makes me lose focus on the world below me because I’m too busy staring straight into the sun. Irina blinds me. Weakens me. Destroys me with her sweetness. And I can’t look away. I willingly allow her to ruin every single thing about me.

  I’m no longer Vlad, the great Russian mobster who plays the game better than anyone.

  I’m hers.

  I pull on the tie and feel her throat pinch, squeezing my cock. Her nails dig into my ass cheeks, and I buck into her mouth. Tears build and fall from her eyes, but this magnificent girl doesn’t stop. I know she can’t breathe. My cock is pushing down her throat, depriving her of air, yet she powers on.

  Strong and resilient.

  My Shadow, a fiery sun.

  Pressure builds in my gut and heat explodes up my spine as my cock throbs. Cum spurts down her throat and fills her stomach. Diana asked me to feed her, and I obliged.

  When my cock stops twitching, I slip myself out of her mouth. She gasps for air and tears at the tie to loosen it. She’s wheezing and sputtering a little, but then looks up at me with lust and devotion.

  “You tasted so good.” She licks her lips, and my legs nearly buckle. I’ve never seen anything so goddamn hot in my life.

  Is she even real?

  I reach down and yank her to her feet. Cradling her throat, I run kisses along her cheek to her ear.

  “Let’s shower and get cleaned up. I’m going to need more of you—and soon,” I admit, my voice dark and threatening. “You’re not leaving this room tonight.”

  I’m not done with her.

  Not by a long shot.

  We have all night.

  Heat encompasses me, and I wake with a start. I haven’t slept so good in years. The supple planes of Irina’s body are molded to my side, her hair fanned out across my chest. My heart thumps quickly in its cage, and I don’t care to free it. Not as long as she’s its master.

  This is what contentment must feel like.

  Warm and comforting.

  Lazily gliding through your veins and every nerve ending.

  Perfection.

  I wish we didn’t ever have to leave this room. But we do. Dawn is creeping over the horizon and Diana will return soon. A yawn sounds from Irina as she stretches out her spent body. She’s covered in bruises and bite marks. All of which has pride and masculine possessiveness over her surging through me. Of course, they will have to be hidden from her sister. I shouldn’t have marked her skin, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to be on her flesh, inside her body, and existing in the very fabric of her being.

  I can’t let anyone else have her, no matter what Father says.

  She’s mine.

  I’ve never been more sure of something than I am of this. Fate brought her here, and she will never be far from me. When I’m searching through the dark days, she will light the way and bring me home to her.

  We belong together.

  I’ll do my duty and marry Diana, but the selfish man I am will keep Irina too.

  Locked away in my tower like Rapunzel. She will let down her hair for me to climb whenever I choose. And I’ll give her a happy ending each time with my tongue.

  “You’re obsessed with leaving bruises on me,” Irina murmurs as she peers into the mirror of my office wall and runs her finger along my newest mark just below her ear.

  I lean back in my leather chair and it squeaks. It should annoy me that she waltzes in here any time she wants, but it doesn’t. I’m knee-deep in V Games preparation, as well as all the other deeds I’m always responsible for, but I welcome the distraction.

  “I think you like them,” I taunt.

  She glances over her shoulder and bats her lashes at me. “The colors are pretty.”

  My dick twitches in my slacks. Five minutes ago, I was stressed over the eldest Egorov, a Second Families miscreant who was recently being investigated by the Russian authorities. I’m good at keeping my shit under the radar, but, of all the families, I trust the Egorovs the least when it comes to not blabbing First and Second Families’ business. The last thing I need are the authorities up my ass.

  But now?

  All I can think of is gifting sweet Irina more colorful marks for her to admire.

  “Did you wear that dress all for me?” I ask as I tug at the knot of my tie. The room has warmed several degrees now that she’s in here. We’ve been careful to keep our intimate times hidden from others ever since the time we were caught in the kitchen and I had to handle it. I can’t afford for any mishaps like that to happen again. Father isn’t stupid, and I certainly don’t need him sniffing around me right now.

  “This old thing?” she teases as she sashays forward. Today she’s wearing a black sweater dress that hits above the knee and black leather boots that stop just below the knee. That small view of her knees is enough to drive me mad with the need to turn them bright red with carpet burn.

  “Close the door,” I bark, my voice husky and rough.

  She arches a golden brow and laughs. Goddamn, she’s my walking fantasy. Her smiles and laughter are my drug. That body of hers is my sustenance. I crave her with everything in me. “Are we having another meeting?” she sasses.

  Meetings.

  That’s what we tell everyone.

  We’re having a meeting about the women in the basement. Often, we discuss them and their progress, but mostly, it’s an opportunity for me to get her naked and screaming in pleasure.

  “Yes,” I growl. “Meeting. Now. My desk.”

  She walks over to my office door and closes it. Her slender fingers flick the lock before she turns back to me. I love what a seductress she is without even trying. So many women have to work for it and sweet Irina was born with it.

  “What’s the meeting about?” she questions, her eyes flickering with lust.

  “Dress code.”

  She throws her head back and giggles, the sound filling the air around me. My chest expands, and I smile at her.

  “You’re wearing too many clothes,” I complain as I rub at my erection through my slacks.

  Her icy blue eyes track my movement and her plump lips painted blood red part. She twists her earring nervously before letting out a sigh. “Fine.”

  I chuckle and motion with my free hand. “We’re waiting.”

  “We?”

  I grab my cock and squeeze. “We.”

  She rolls her eyes, the nerves leaving her, and begins inching her dress up her thighs. I drink in the creamy flesh as it’s revealed until her black silky panties come into view. The material continues to rise slowly, as if she enjoys the art of torture on the side, and her stomach shows. Trim and smooth, but bearing recent hickeys I gifted to her. My cock jolts in my grip.

  We like seeing those marks a whole damn lot.

  The dress gets tossed away and my gaze falls to her tits spilling out of her black bra. Irina has the kind of breasts that fit perfectly in the palm of your hand. But this voodoo bra of hers has them looking twice as big. More cleavage. Hot as fuck.

  “Leave all that sexy shit on and come here. Boots stay on too,” I growl, motioning to the top of my desk in front of me.

  She prances my way, comfortable in her own skin. I’d like to think it has something to do with me. When you worship a woman’s body, she soon begins to love it too. It shows in her confidence. My sun is finding her way out of the shadows one step at a time.

  “I overheard Rada the other day talking to another maid,” she murmurs as she sits down in front of me. She lifts her legs, resting both feet on my knees.

  “And?”

  “She says some women are into choking.
”

  My blood runs cold. “And?”

  Irina bites on her bottom lip and her neck turns red. “She told the other girl she’s most definitely not into it anymore, but…” she trails off. “I was thinking…”

  Don’t tempt me, beautiful fucking girl.

  Her lashes blink innocently. “Since you like bruises and all…”

  “Say it,” I bark.

  “Maybe you could choke me.” Her nostrils flare, but she doesn’t cower from her words.

  I let out a heavy sigh. “Once you open that door, you can’t shut it.”

  Her brows furl. “I want to open all the doors with you. You started this,” she snips. With the toe of her boot, she nudges my hand away from my cock and presses against me. “So finish it, Vasiliev.”

  With a growl, I push her knees apart and rise. Her eyes widen at my quick movements, but she doesn’t pull away when I grip her throat, gently at first. “Touch your pussy through your panties. Get yourself nice and wet, my sun.”

  She smiles at me as she rubs against herself with her fingers. And I revel in the way her eyes flutter closed.

  Trust.

  This sweet young thing trusts me.

  An angel giving a devil her wings for safekeeping.

  Closing in on her, I inhale her delicious scent. I can smell strawberries from breakfast still on her lips. With a squeeze, I let her feel the power of my grip as I kiss her softly. She half rasps, half moans as her tongue seeks out mine. I kiss her at an unrushed pace as I increase the pressure on my hold. When I hear her sucking air, I pull away.

  “You’re not scared,” I observe as I study her features. Her face has turned bright red and I know if I keep at it, blue will eventually take over as the dominating color. If only she could see the brilliant colors on her face. My sweet Irina would want to paint them. “Watching you gasp for air makes my dick really hard,” I admit. “I want to choke you until you pass out only to revive you and do it all over again. Does that frighten you, little Volkov?”

  Her eyes flare with strength. I have my answer.

  “You truly are perfect,” I mutter aloud. I tighten my grasp, and she struggles to keep up the pace as she touches herself. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you out.”

  I fumble with my slacks, but soon, I free my cock. I slap at her hand rubbing at her cunt with my rock-hard erection until she pulls it away.

  “Let me inside,” I order.

  She tries to shake her head no, and I can’t help the smile that graces my lips.

  “I wasn’t asking,” I warn, tightening my grip.

  She grabs her soaked, silky panties and pulls them over her pretty pink cunt to hide her delights from me.

  I take a hand away from her throat, but keep the pressure with the one hand. I bat her away from her panties, clutch them in my fist, and tug them until they rip.

  Her eyes blaze and I inch inside her until I’m fully seated. The moan that tries to escape her throat is muffled below my grip. I’ve choked enough women to know just how hard to squeeze without crushing their windpipe. You give them just a sliver of air. Enough to remain coherent but not comfortable. Enough to keep a little fear running through their veins along with the excitement.

  Brave Irina stares at me with such trust and desire. She believes I will take care of her and not truly hurt her. I reach between us and finger her clit as I begin thrusting into her tight cunt. My hand compresses tighter. I know I’ve struck a nerve when she clenches around me. Her legs on either side of me begin to tremble.

  Fuck, she’s beautiful.

  Purple.

  So purple.

  I thought I preferred blue, but that was because I didn’t have this. This was the color I was striving for. The same color as the darkest shade on many of the sunsets she paints. I’ll tell her this later so she can appreciate the color as well.

  My mouth crushes against hers in a kiss. Her movements are slow and sluggish, already weakened by my death grip on her. I could keep her in this hold, and eventually, she’d pass out. I nearly come at the thought and slam into her so hard, the desk jolts forward.

  “That’s it,” I murmur against her open mouth. I bite at her tongue and pull it out with my teeth, relishing in how dry it already is. Her fat lips are blood red. One day, I’ll get her like this right after a shower and under the bright bathroom lights so I can watch her lips turn colors. When I suck her lip into my mouth, her cunt clenches around me again. I’m unravelling. Close. So close. But I want her to lose her mind first. We’ll go crazy together.

  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.”

  All the color drains from her cheeks. “Who knows?” she breathes, looking around the room. Tears build in her eyes, so I take her hands in mine and give them a reassuring squeeze.