VAS (The V Games Book 3), page 12
I want to be consumed.
Only by him.
The shirt gets tossed away, and his gaze falls to my chest. One of his hands leaves my bottom so he can caress my breast. His touches are gentle and reverent. It reminds me of how the women from my Bible would wash Jesus’s feet so softly as they worshipped him.
Warning bells sing in my head, reminding me of everything I was taught at the convent. That worshipping false idols is a sin. Yet, my angel is the one sinning. He’s all but praying to me, as though I am that worthy to him.
It makes me want to sin too.
I want to ask him what happens next. I know physically what happens. Artur would stick his penis inside me. Sometimes, Molokh would walk him through what made my body respond. Mostly, I hid behind the veils in my mind, chanting prayers.
Right now, I can’t remember the words to a single one.
“You’re so beautiful,” Vas croons, his voice rich with awe.
I want to bask in the way he looks at me as though I’m the sun-warming his face. It’s empowering and addictive. I’m thirsty for more of this feeling.
“So are you, my angel,” I murmur.
He pinches my nipple in a way that sends a zapping of pleasure to my core. “I’m no angel.”
“You’re my angel,” I say with a smile.
“Would an angel do this?” he asks, his voice husky as he leans forward.
I groan when he takes my nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard at first, then soothes away the pain with his tongue. With each swirl, my panties grow wetter and wetter. A fleeting worry niggles at my mind that he may not like me soaking him through his boxes.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he hisses, nipping my sensitive flesh.
I run my fingers through his soft hair and rock my hips. My entire body thrums with need—a need to satisfy an inner craving.
“Vas,” I beg. “I need…”
“More?”
“Yessss.”
“Then take these off, beautiful,” he rasps, tugging at my panties.
I sit up on my knees and awkwardly remove them. He pulls me roughly back to him, settling me down once again on his rock-hard length hidden behind his boxers. He palms my bottom and shows me how to rub my body against his to use it for pleasure. I stare down at the way the lips of my vagina wrap around his cloth-covered erection. My arousal, creamy and slick, soaks through the material.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Slowly, Vas helps me set a pace that feels good. I grip his shoulders to steady myself, and soon, he lets me take over. Pleasure sings from my lower body, aching and desperate. When our eyes meet, his are manic and wolfish. The need to devour me is barely contained within his blue-eyed gaze.
“This feels good,” I breathe. And wanted. So often, they’d force pleasure on me. I hated it—and them. But not this. I want every morsel he delivers me.
“I’m going to always make you feel good,” he vows, fierce and determined.
Feeling emboldened, I sit up, then pull his boxers down. His sharp inhalation of breath worries me for a moment that he doesn’t want this. But then, he’s murmuring praises about how perfect I am, and I no longer feel afraid.
“It’s so big,” I murmur.
He chuckles. “Way to make a man feel good.”
I can’t help but smile. “You like being so large? Aren’t you afraid of hurting me?”
His hand finds my jaw, and he grips me firmly, pulling me to his mouth. Our lips almost touch.
“I. Will. Never. Hurt. You.”
As soon as his words are uttered, he devours me in an owning kiss. This whole time, I feel as though I am the powerful one here since I am on top. But right now—with this kiss—I feel like he’s in control. And I like it. I like that I can trust him to take care of me no matter what. That he’ll never hurt me like Molokh or Artur.
My slick body slides along his erection. His flesh is smooth and hot and hard. It feels good against the soft parts of me. I like rubbing against him, and if I dip my hips down, it rubs me on the part that brings the most pleasure. The whimpers and moans he keeps devouring in our kiss should embarrass me.
But his groans and grunts don’t seem to embarrass him.
We’re in this together.
I lift up once more and take his length in my hand. It jerks against my grip. He mutters unintelligible words when I run his tip along my slick slit. His arm leaves my bottom to reach for the bedside drawer, but when I start easing myself down over him, he abandons his search for whatever it was he was looking for to grip my hip.
“Jesus, Darya,” he hisses. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”
I understand he’s exaggerating, but I love the power surging through me. That little ol’ me can bring a man like Vas to his knees.
“I’ll revive you,” I tease as my body stretches to accommodate his thickness. “I’ll kiss you back to life, my angel.”
When I settle over his massive erection, our eyes meet again. His are fiery and out of control. Possessive. Desperate. I can only imagine mine are similar.
He shifts us until he’s sitting up on his knees, his hands gripping my bottom. “Ride me, beautiful girl. Own this cock. It’s yours.”
I hold onto his shoulders and dig my heels into his back for leverage. Then I allow the erotic rhythm that used to dance through me under the moonlight take control. My body moves against his, bouncing and rocking. I gyrate my hips and squeeze my inner walls. Everything just to live in the moment and soak up every second of this time together.
One of his hands leaves my bottom to touch between my lower lips. He finds my aching bundle of nerves and massages it expertly. As though he has always known about this part of my body and exactly how it works. I cry out, throwing my head back, and clench with pleasure. This seems to have him losing control. He bucks from beneath me, his finger between my thighs working harder and faster. The pleasure is too insane. Too intense. Out of my control.
“Help,” I croak out. I don’t know what I need help with, but I know Vas will be the one to do it.
He pinches me below, and the pleasure detonates like a bomb. A scream ravages my lips, but unlike all those from before, it’s a thankful scream. My body shudders and trembles as I turn to mush in his arms.
“We’re not done, sweet Darya,” he growls, flipping us on the bed. His wild eyes sear into mine as he drives into me, as though he’s splitting me in half to seek out my heart. I want him to find it. It belongs to him. “Look how fucking perfect you are.” His palm cradles my face as he thrusts. He rubs against my sensitive, throbbing flesh as he bucks against me. It has me seeing stars as another orgasmic burst explodes within me. This time, I take him into oblivion with me. We escape together.
Heat floods me, burning me from the inside out. I cling to Vas’s sweaty flesh, desperate to hold him to me. Instead of pulling away, he falls against me, his lips diving within my hair to seek out my throat. He peppers kisses there, his cock still twitching inside me. His release leaks from my body. We’re soaking the bed with it. I should be embarrassed, but I like it. I want him to do it more. To fill me up with every part of him until we’re one.
“You’re going to kill me,” he whispers, but there’s a smile in his voice.
“And why do you sound so happy about that?” I tease.
He chuckles, his hot breath tickling me. “Because it would be the sweetest way to go.”
Running my nails along his sweaty flesh, I smile. “At least we’ll go together.”
Sitting up slightly, he turns his handsome, amused face to me. “We’re both dying?”
I let out a ragged sigh. “I feel dead. Happy, but dead.”
His grin is boyish and adorable. “Maybe I should revive you.” He twitches inside me, hardening again.
“Maybe you should.”
I barely get the words out of my mouth before he’s kissing me again.
Growing up, I always wondered what heaven would feel like. Now I know. It feels like this. I even have my very own angel.
Honeysuckle and vanilla. Her scent is all over me, and I never want to wash it off. She is everything and more. There’s a niggling in the back of my thoughts telling me it was too soon. I should have given her more time, but the look in her eyes, the desperation of her touch…she needed this as much as I did. There’s a humming in the marrow of my bones, an echo of the moments we shared.
Shit, I’m turning into a fucking sappy cunt, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this kind of happy before. Schooling my features, I enter the training room. Hoping Alyona won’t notice how late I am getting down here to train is like asking kids not to notice candy when they’re standing in a candy shop.
Her eyes find mine straight away as I slink into the room and take a seat. Darya fell back to sleep, and I didn’t have the heart to wake her. She needs to rest that sweet little body of hers so I can tire her back out later. I have one of Rodion and Zahkar’s men standing guard just to give my mind a reprieve of worrying about her. I left Darya a note to call me when she’s ready to join us, and I hope that happens sooner rather than later. I’m already angsty about her not being here next to me. I’m fucked. She has me hooked on her, and what’s worse is I don’t want to be free. I want her to burrow that hook all the way in.
When she told me Yuri—her fucking father—never raped her because he couldn’t get an erection, I’d never felt a more pure relief. He’s a sadistic prick and known for being a perverted cunt. The fact that she knows he can’t get it up makes it hard to believe she’s still breathing. That’s something he would never want getting out, but after learning who she is and what she’s told me about him calling her by his former wife’s name, it’s clear she reminded him of her, and that alone is why she still has air in her lungs and life in her veins.
“What time is it, Romeo?” Alyona pipes up mockingly, clearly noticing my late arrival. When Rodion stops attacking her with pussy-ass moves that are beneath him, she lifts a sculptured brow in my direction.
She gestures to a fake watch on her arm and purses her lips, tutting.
“If you have enough breath to be a brat, he’s not working you hard enough,” I grind out.
“Oh, he’s worked me real hard.” She winks, and I scowl.
“Chill,” Zahkar tells me, joining me on the sidelines. “He didn’t fuck her.”
“And how do you know?” I counter.
He grins. “Because I haven’t fucked her.”
Touché.
Those two only fuck together. It’s weird, but it’s their kink. I love them like brothers, so I know they wouldn’t betray me when I asked them not to touch her like that.
“Pass me some water,” Alyona pants, walking over to us in a dramatic fashion.
“You’re not even sweating,” I point out.
Her mouth gapes, and she makes a theatrical show of putting her hands on her hips, looking offended. “I’m a lady. I don’t sweat.”
A snort comes from my nose, and she narrows her eyes on me.
“Vas, how do you feel about blowing off some steam tonight?” Rodion asks, joining us.
“What do you have in mind?”
I’m not doing fucking drugs again. I need a clear head, and I need Alyona to have a clear head too. She needs rest and training that takes her to the brink of exhaustion. Not partying and treating this place like a holiday camp.
“We have some fights happening tonight and one is building a name for himself for another club. It’d be nice to see him take a defeat in our club.” Rodion swipes a hand over his scalp and winks at me.
“So you fight him.” I laugh.
Rodion is lethal. Add in his brother, and they’re an unstoppable duo.
Zahkar licks his lips. “It’s bad form.” He shrugs before leaning back in his seat, his designer slacks pulling taut over his junk, drawing Alyona and his brother’s attention.
Christ.
“I want to see you fight.” Alyona pulls her gaze from Zahkar, almost bouncing with her giddiness.
“It will be good to show the trainee what the trainer is capable of,” Rodion adds with a shoulder shrug.
I get to my feet and point to Alyona. “Okay, but this will be the last night you get to come to the club for partying. I want your word you’re going to focus and commit to your training. It’s your life you’ll be fighting for in The Games.”
Rolling her eyes, she looks at her nails and nods. “Fine.”
I move in closer so she sees how serious I am about this. “Alyona, you need to fucking understand this. There won’t just be people coming to kill you in there, there are far worse predators wanting to take a pretty little thing like you apart at the seams. To see inside you. There are sadistic pricks who will fucking rape you to death. Do you even comprehend that?”
Tears form in her eyes, making me feel like a cunt. I don’t want to upset her, I just want to fucking educate her on what she’s really fighting against.
“Diana survived because of your training,” she says confidently.
“Diana had shit to prove,” I grunt. “She worked her ass off to get ready.”
“I will too.” She sniffles, swiping angrily at her eyes. “Don’t rule me out so soon. I can do this.”
Rodion tosses an arm over her shoulder and kisses her head. “He knows you can or he would have never brought you here.”
Zahkar gets to his feet and pats me on the back. “I say we give her a taste tonight. Put her in with a new fighter and see how she fares.” His voice is deep and soft all at the same time, like he’s trying to seduce everyone in the room with it.
“Set it up and put a stack on her winning for me,” I tell them. Losing money to give her some encouragement is worth it.
My cell rings, breaking the tense atmosphere. I leave them to it and go collect Darya who has just woken up.
Staring. I’m staring again and can’t stop. He’s going to think I’m creepy or something if I don’t pull my gaze away. Stop staring at him, Darya.
The steam fills the small room, but the shower’s not even on. I’m convinced it’s coming from Vas’s shirtless body. When he steps out of his slacks and stands there in just his tight boxer briefs, my legs weaken.
I’m reminded of this morning. When we made love twice. It was perfect and heavenly. Unlike anything I’d done before. Those moments were for us. We were on equal grounds, and I’d never felt anything so satisfying.
“You hungry?” he asks, and my cheeks flush.
Yes, oh gosh, he can see it written all over my face, even after already being pleasured by him.
“No,” I say, too high-pitched, then quickly follow up with, “erm, maybe.”
I bite my lip. Is it normal to feel such overwhelming need for someone?
“We can get some food before we go to the club if you want,” he offers, leaning forward to turn the faucet off on the sink. I hadn’t even realized it was on.
I can’t believe he actually thinks I’m hungry for food.
He dips a razor in the water and begins shaving his face, his eyes watching me in the mirror as he does. Is that supposed to be sexy? Because it is. It so is.
“Darya? Are you okay?” He frowns, stilling his hand. The concern etched on his handsome face makes my heart flutter. He’d been so worried about hurting me, but nothing he did hurt despite the ache still lingering. Some pain is delicious and wanted. Especially when the inflictor does it in such a way that you beg for it.
“Yes, I’m fine. I’m going to take a shower.” Maybe that will cool my overheated body.
I slip the shirt I put on of his earlier over my head and drop it to the floor, stepping into the shower and turning on the cold setting. A gasp leaves my lips when it pelts my body in an icy blast. The door suddenly opens, and I search through the pouring water to see Vas standing there naked. “You can’t tease a man like that, baby.” His breathing is heavy, and the look in his eyes tells me he’s just as hungry as I am.
“Invite me in, Darya,” he almost begs, and I’m already reaching for him before he’s finished his sentence. Dragging his mouth to mine, we consume each other, my hands gliding over every part of the hard ridges of his body. My own body feels like it may combust if I don’t feel him inside me soon.
Our tongues duel, teeth nipping, lips sloppy and rushed.
His fingers grip hold of my butt, lifting me, and he leans me against the shower wall, his body encompassing my own with his sheer size. My arms wrap neatly around his shoulders, causing my nipples to rub and slide against his chest. Draping my legs around his waist I can’t get close enough despite us being skin on skin so close we’re practically one entity. His erection pulses against my flesh as he begins rubbing between the lips that separate us.
Oh gosh, I’m going to have a heart attack, my chest is moving so rapidly with my need to be consumed by him.
Energy, raw and magical, zaps through my entire body as he puts pressure at my hot center with gentle rotations of his hips.
Bringing his hand to my face, he swipes my wet hair from my eyes and holds my gaze with such intensity, a pebble forms in my throat. This is living. This is what it feels like to be wanted so desperately by another person. I nod my head to give him the permission he seems to be looking for, and will the happy tears leaking from my eyes to blend with the water beating down on top of us.
His hands run down the length of my body, lifting me gently when he reaches my hips. The head of his erection prods at my entry, stretching me until he manages to slip inside me, pulling me all the way down his shaft, sheathing himself with my body. A gasp escapes my lips, and the water washing over me feels more holy than any I’ve ever felt from the convent.
God created us to feel pleasure. To love and burn with lust, so it can’t be wrong to indulge in such things, surely? That would be cruel otherwise. My God is not a cruel God. I’m sure of it.
Fingers expertly tug and squeeze at my nipples before his hot mouth closes around one, sucking and flicking his tongue, while my hips begin a slow grind up and down his length just like he taught me this morning.
There’s a stirring pooling low in my stomach, skittering a warm glow up my spine. Every part of me is hyperaware of every inch of him inside me, touching me, caressing. “I want to live inside you, angel,” he groans against my flesh before lifting me from him and coaxing me to a standing position. “Turn around,” he whispers, trailing kisses up my jaw and slipping the pads of his fingers through my folds, massaging the bundle of nerves there. I obey, turning my body, and inhale a quick breath when he guides my form to flatten against the glass shower wall.
