his dark obsession

losing my heart

Vlad's POV

I had every intention of showering and washing the blood from my body, then waking my queen up to tell her the news. But walking into my bedroom, I glanced at her sleeping form, and everything I wanted to do left my mind. She looked so innocent as she slept, her mouth slightly parted, one of my shirts hugging her beautiful form, and her ass eating the shit out of her boy shorts. With a scarf wrapped around her head. My eyes darkened when I saw her shift in bed and cuddle my pillow to her body, unintentionally poking her ass out from the covers.

Walking quietly to her side of the bed, I heard her soft breathing. I carefully untied the silk scarf, tugging it as it fell from her silky hair. For the life of me, I couldn't understand why she tied it up at night, knowing I loved running my hands through her thick mane. I watched as her long hair fell along her shoulder and draped her back.

"Vladimir, baby, why do you constantly take my scarf off while I sleep?" she asked, her voice sleepy and soft.

"Why do you insist on binding it, knowing I love your hair?" I asked, my voice deep and my accent thick as I hovered above her, pressing my body close to hers and moving the covers away from her body completely.

"How did your night go after I left? Did you have fun?" She cuddled close to me, her hands exploring my chest.

"You speak of me torturing someone like it was me working late in an office, girl," I said, chuckling slightly.

"Same thing," she replied, a mischievous glint in her eye.

I caressed her cheek. Shit, she was so fucking addictive. After the night I'd had, all I wanted was her—her pussy squirting in my mouth and her cunt squeezing the shit out of my dick. Talking could wait till later.

"Are you tired, my queen?" she placed her hands on my chest, pushing me so I was on my back. She climbed onto my waist.

"Are YOU tired, Vlad? I don't wanna be the reason you're grumpy to your brother and gang because I kept you up all morning. I also don't wanna see the Russian bull dead on his feet because he had no sleep." She laughed at me, jokingly calling me old.

"Dead on my feet? That's blasphemy, baby." In one fluid swoop, she was beneath me.

"I'm never too tired to remind you who the fuck I am." I placed my hand across her delicate neck and offered her a tight squeeze. This caused a gasp to fall from her lips, and I saw her nipples grow erect. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"You like when I hold your neck like this, when I have full power over you, when I can force your submission to me," I said, squeezing a little tighter, then releasing my hold slightly.

"As long as you never lie to me or cheat on me, you will always have my submission, Vladimir," she murmured as my lips smacked down onto hers. The sweetest little moan came from her mouth. Deepening the kiss, I moved my hand toward the back of her neck, kneading it softly with my thumb. My foot hooked around hers, and once more, Angel was flipped. Now, her ass was wedged against my hardened cock, my chest against her back. My lips pressed a few soft kisses at her spine as I raised the shirt up to see her skin.

"Keep flipping me, you Russian brute," she threatened. In the next breath, my angel purred as my hand pulled down her boy shorts.

My thumb worked its way along her tight asshole.

"Vlad, nooo, not there," she groaned.

"Don't deny me, girl," I said, my eyes dark with lust.

"Tilt that fat ass for me." She rose to her knees and lifted up, putting a deep arch in her back. My thumb glided between her ass cheeks, restraining myself as I continued to glide toward her sweet pussy. I pet those thick petals before plunging inside of her. My dick was swallowed in her tight cunt.