Until I hear a familiar voice.
“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”
Igor.
12
JOY
I can’t lie.It’s nice to see Igor standing in the dining hall entrance, jaw all the way on the floor.
He never ate me out. And his father’s doing a damn good job.
Valerian covers me up, after taking his mouth from my pussy. A real fucking shame. I honestly wouldn’t mind him continuing. This is what Igor gets for framing me. Forlyingto me all the time we were together.
He gets to stand there in shock, and watch his father pleasure me.
Don’t get me wrong—Valerian’s no better than his son. He owns the Bratva he’s involved in. And forced me to marry him.
But at least Valerian doesn’t lie. He owns being a criminal. I can respect that.
Valerian makes a point of wiping his mouth. I watch him turn and address his son, taking his damn time, like he has all of it in the world.
Fuck.This is the second time I’ve been right on the verge of?—
Igor lunges forward and tears Valerian away from me. But it doesn’t work. Valerian is twice Igor’s size, fucking huge compared to his son.
Valerian, while keeping me covered, somehow thrusts his son against the table and keeps him pinned there.
Then, he extends his leg, reaching out to grab my nightgown. The one he ripped.
He puts it over me like a blanket. “Here,” he says. “Hold at the top.”
Concern is written all over Valerian’s face.Why?Igor’s seen me naked plenty of times.
I guess a lot has changed.
Valerian takes off from his seat, keeping his son pinned against the table.
“My money. My apartment. Even my?—”
“Quiet,” hisses Valerian.
I watch in shock as they go at it.
Igor shoves his father off. It doesn’t really work. Valerian stays standing. Nothing is getting through that chest.
“You really are one sick motherfucker to be?—”
“Pleasuring a woman who no longer belongs to you?” interrupts Valerian. “Yes, very sick indeed. She ended things with you.” He narrows his eyes. “You might want to ask yourself why that was.”
Venom fills Igor’s eyes. He looks like he wants to poison his father.
God, this family dynamic is even more dysfunctional than mine.
His eyes aren’t as blue as Valerian’s. They’re darker in color. I swiped up to Igor on the dating app in the first place because he looked kind. His pictures didn’t make me feel anything. But he looked safe. There was light in his eyes. And after decades of being cold, living between anxiety attacks my entire childhood, I wanted warmth.
But it’s gone now.