Chapter 42

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“That may take a while.” He said smirking as he stood then ordered “Don’t move.” Like a fool I stayed where I was while he headed to the mini bar. “Drink?” He asked casually as if he didn’t have a naked woman waiting on his ass.

“No thank you.” I muttered coldly.

“Are you sure not even some water?”

What the hell was he playing at? I thought as my frustration mounted. “No.” I repeated.

“I’ll bring it just in case.” He said sauntering over with the water and a bottle of wine. “I have a bottle that’s older than this in the cellar. But I suppose this would serve. Open your mouth.” I was openly frowning now, not liking his stupid game. “My poor frustrated little Kitten.” He teased then explained. “You need a few lessons in the art of pleasing your lover.” I opened my mouth and he poured the wine in straight from the bottle. “Now was that so difficult?” He asked then kissed my cheeks before taking a swig himself and settling both bottles on the floor.

“Now my impatient little kitten, how may I be of service?”

Strange I found him adorable and maddening at the same time. I wanted to jump his bones in reply but instead I closed my legs saying in a voice like frost. “You do this to me, one more time Vladimir Alexandrovich and I will bite off your cock the next time it comes near my mouth!”

Like the psychopath he was, he grinned, undisturbed by my threat. “Really Kitten? Will you feel that way after I wonder?”

“After what?”

In response he flipped me to my stomach and grabbed my hips upwards. One of my feet ended up on the floor as I face planted in the sofa. He entered me in a hard thrust and I moaned in delight. “Look at that greedy pussy,” He growled sliding slowly in and out. “Tell Vlad how to fuck that greedy little pussy!”

“Harder!” I demanded.

“As my kitten wishes.” He intoned before he began pounding into me. I couldn’t scream and barely moved. I could only sink my nails into the sofa and hold on as I felt my orgasm build. A smack against my ass, had me coming with a scream. There was no time to recover as I was repositioned on his lap. I had no control as he lifted my hips up and down, making me slide over he’s thick cock over and over again.

“Is my kitten, pleased?” He asked, and I could’ve barely think, far less make a sentence, so I just nodded. “Good.” He praised, continuing his heady work. “Never let it be said that your prince was selfish. Before you leave this room, you will be well pleased.”

I just nodded absently not really listening to his words. Another orgasm took over my body and I was repositioned yet again. This time face down on the floor with Vladimir lying stretched out on top of me. In this position he took his time kissing and caressing as he went.

In hindsight, I should have paid attention to his words, but my body was too busy being overwhelmed by pleasure after pleasure to care. After seemed like countless orgasms He stopped or more like we stopped. We were both panting, and the water and wine was all gone. I don’t even recall drinking either, I could think of was Vladimir moving inside of me.

“Did I please you wife?” He asked kissing me everywhere on my face. I nodded and tried to get off his lap, my legs wobbled, and I collapsed in his arms he smirked. “That would be… a yes.”

I tried to frown but it came out as a smile and just looking at him made me feel giddy and warm all over. I hugged him and rubbed my face into his dark blond chest hairs and purred.

“Well pleased.” He said with a grin.

I wanted to be angry at his pleased tone, but I couldn’t be. Somehow his voice, smell and sheer presence made me light and happy. Why the hell I was so happy? All I knew was that Vladimir made me this way and I wanted him to be as happy as I was.

“I’m hungry.” I told him “But I think I have to eat food first.” He laughed at that and I giggled with him.

He froze and caressed my cheek softly “I want you like this every day.”

“Will that make you happy?” I asked misunderstanding him.

“Of course,” He began, and my inner walls clenched as I kissed his open palm. I couldn’t wait to have him either. Then he continued “your happiness is everything to me.”

I was puzzled but still too horny and lustful to care. I smiled again, and he smiled back kissing me on my cheeks. I sighed, and his smiling face was the last thing I saw before falling asleep on his chest.

I awoke to the smell of food and the feel of soft furs over me. The giddy happy feeling returned tenfold as I stretched and felt all my sore muscles. I purred happily as I got of the sofa with a wide grin on my face. Then my face fell as I saw that Vladimir was nowhere in sight.

My first instinct was to go search for him like a lovesick puppy, but the smell of food and the rumbling of my stomach brought me down to reality for a bit and I drifted to the wide desk instead. My cheeks redden when I recall what Vlad did to me on the desk, but hunger had me sitting down to eat.

I must have wolfed it all down, because in minutes I was staring at empty plates. I drank like I was in the desert then stood again feeling full and still walking in my dream state in search of Vladimir. Luckily, a cold draft reminded me of nude state before I left the library.

I picked up the furs and wrapped them around me with the ends trailing on the floor as I went in search of my darling husband. Yes, those were my actual thoughts so light and floating I felt as I walked down the hall. The sound of angry raised voices greeted me as I neared his office.

“Is no cunt off limits to you!” Yuri shouted. “Slava is my wife and you bedded her after the vows! Then the slut had the gall to lie to protect you!”

“Slava still has you like a lovesick fool! She never loved you! She just needed you to give Sasha’s bastard a name!”

“Sasha? She said he was yours!”

“She wishes!” Vlad denied, knowing what happened to the bastard he put in her belly. “True I had her after your vows, but I wasn’t the only one, I tried to tell you…”

“LIAR!” Yuri denied. “She said you would say that to appease your guilt. All so you can keep your little black whore!”

I recoiled as though Yuri had slapped me and I was about to enter when Vladimir’s voice stopped me.

“You know me Yuri, if I wanted to keep them both I could. But Slava is the lying whore not my Azura. She is the one who had the chauffeur take her maiden head then thought to sell me spoilt goods. She knew you would take her even if the child were mine, it would still be noble blood not the peasant stock she almost gave you.”

I didn’t hear what Yuri said next, but I saw his body come flying out the door into the wall opposite me, with an angry blond berserker storming out the office to grip him by the throat. I must have made some sound because both pairs of eyes flew to me with Yuri’s, despite his position, going over my fur clad body.

“Speak of the temptress.” Yuri smirked though bloody lips.

“Leave now, Azura.” Vladimir ordered as he faced Yuri once more.

“No.” I declared wondering if I lost my damn mind or did Vladimir fuck all my brain cells out my head. For some stupid reason, I didn’t want Vladimir to have any more blood on his hands because of me. And going by the look on his face I knew his former best friend was about to have an ‘accident’. “Please Vladimir.” I pleaded softly, and he stepped back causing Yuri to fall to the floor gasping.

But the fool had a death wish because he chuckled. “With but a word the beauty tamed the beast.”

Vlad took a step toward him and I said. “Just leave while you still have your life, dumbass!”

Yuri jumped to his feet and sneered indignantly. “Who the hell do you think you’re talking to, half breed?”

“I believe the Czarina speaks to you, dumbass!” Vlad smirked.

Yuri turned on him and sneered. “We have known each other since birth, and you chose a киска over me!”

I was surprised he didn’t punch him. Hell, I wanted to punch him! But instead Vlad responded almost sadly. “Yes, we have, and yet you chose to believe her over me.” Yuri frowned and turned to go, and Vlad’s soft whisper stopped in his tracks “Goodbye Yuri.” Yuri didn’t turn or acknowledge him, he just resumed his steps out the hallway.

Even though he didn’t show it, I somehow felt his pain. He turned to me and commanded “Go wait for me upstairs.” I wanted to argue but I also knew he needed time to grieve as it were for the loss of his strange friend W