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Morgana
Isit in my underwear before the mirror and take out my emerald earrings, grateful not to have to bear their weight anymore. You don't realize how heavy real jewels are when you're used to cheap costume junk.
I'm married to a man I met just a couple of days ago. A man who just added to his murder tally. Six are now dead at his hands because of me.
This same man had my mother's medication delivered to her door. He asked my father to attend our wedding and give me away. He loves his brothers and Lilyana most of all. His housekeeper speaks fondly of him and tells me his Mama adored him. And he respects my boundaries, even though we're clearly burning with lust for one another.
I was so sure he was another abusive asshole. All the signs were there. But with Jack and Hektor, kindness and affection were just part of the mask, the facade that hid the rotten, toxic mess behind. With Vlad, it's the other way around—the good stuff he tries so hard to bury is who he really is.
The bratva life hardened him in some ways. Murdering people and not feeling any way about it is definitely not a mainstream skill set. But Vlad's vicious possessiveness turns me on just as much as his soft side, and he saw that in me from the beginning.
I'm falling hard for the monsterandthe man, no matter how hard I try to deny it to myself.
I hear the suite door open. Vlad appears behind me in the mirror. He leans on the doorframe.
"Hello, wife. To be clear, I am not here to banter, bicker, tease or otherwise fuck around. I want you, and this time you'll need to work hard to convince me to back off."
I turn around. "What about the party?"
"Fuck the party, fuck all of it. I'm tired of the expectations, the pantomime, the lies." He takes a step toward me. "You exasperate me, Morgana. You're impudent, audacious, and smart. Everything a bratva wifeshouldn'tbe, and everything that ought to drive me up the fucking wall. But I adore you because you're a challenge. Your love doesn't have a dollar value, which makes me want it all the more."
My breath catches, but I get a hold of myself. "So, in that case, shouldn't I keep saying no to you?"
Vlad stares at me for a moment before dropping to his knees.
"You want me to beg, is that it? I've never begged for anything, but if you want me to scrape and plead for permission to touch you, I will. Just don't tell anyone."
I get to my feet, gesturing for him to stand. "You're a pakhan, Vladi. You don't belong on your knees."
"Agreed. But you'd look fucking gorgeous on yours." He raises an eyebrow as he pulls me to him. "What does my wife want? BecauseIwanna make you scream."
I want him to ravage me every which way until I'm sore and spent. And I'm done fighting myself, fighting him. I'd rather regret what I do than what I don't.
"Okay." I wrap my arms around his neck. "Give it your best shot."
Vlad doesn't hesitate. With a growl, he ducks under my arm and puts me over his shoulder, lifting my feet from the ground. I yelp with shock as he carries me into the bedroom, dumping me on my back on the mattress. Then he's on top of me, his lips crushing mine.
My pussy floods instantly.Dear God. I thought I'd experienced desire before, but this is something else. A primal, gnawing hunger in my core that's almost painful in its urgency. I want everything all at once—his mouth, his tongue, his hands, his cock.
He straddles me, his breathing harsh. I close my eyes and sigh as he slides his hands over my bare thighs. He shifts to his knees on the floor, his breath warm between my legs, and I shudder.
I'm about to let this murdering bratva brute eat me out, and I don't give a damn. I need release, or I'll go crazy.
"Just do it before I change my mind."
"Bullshit," Vlad says. "Your little pussy is desperate for me."
He slides a fingertip over my soaked panties, pressing insistently on my pussy lips. I moan as he moves, the pressure finding my sensitive little button. He lifts the material at the edge and slips his finger between my soft folds.
"So wet for me. That's what I like. You gonna drown me?"
I can do nothing but whimper as he massages my clit gently, rolling it beneath his fingertip. He pulls my panties aside, plunging his tongue into me, and I arch my back. He places his palm on my abdomen and holds me in place as I writhe.
"You taste so good." He lashes at my clit with his tongue before taking it between his lips, sucking gently. "So fresh and sweet. Are you gonna be a good girl and come on my face?"
I buck my hips, and he laughs. He slips his finger inside me and growls with delight as my pussy squeezes it.
