Page 10 of Volatile

Slurring my words is easy, keeping the irritation out of it is the most difficult part of any conversation with my family.

“You wanted to give me an invitation?”

My hand falls out limply and I plant my feet as she tries to move forward. I’ve seen everything from outright hate to utter embarrassment on Marta’s face at having to be associated with me. Right now, it falls, and her steel eyes turn green before she forces a smile on her face, focusing over my shoulder and the fake airy voice makes me clench my teeth as she says, “You didn’t tell me you had company.”

Warmth wraps around my hip, and I instinctively suck in a breath as I look down at Vitali’s inked fingers touching me in front of someone else. Marta looks at it too and I wasn’t quick enough because her eyes light up at the very normal curve my stomach has. Fucking great, my mother will be sending me diet pills and juice cleanses now; that bitch would remove my bones to achieveherideal image of whatIshould look like.

“Who are you?” Vitali asks. His tone is dismissive making me fight a smile. It breaks out at the disgust on Marta’s face as she’s forced to give a voice to our relation.

“I’m her sister.”

The Vartanovs are royalty to the Bratva, even before they were linked to the Pakhan. A part of me mourns the loss of Vitali’s body while it’s still next to me, knowing my mother is going to get her claws in and be excited about the gossip.He doesn’t deserve to have more rumors added to his family because of me, even if they’re all crazy, they’re people I respect, people I’d protect.

My gratitude for his asshole ways is new as he stands at my side, looking between Marta and me with the same dismissive tone.

“I know my girl is an only child, you must be Borya’s daughter.”

He looks her up and down as he snatches the envelope from her hand, while I smile widely and say, “Was there something else you needed, or…”

Her jaw is slack, and I can see the tops of my cheeks from how hard I’m smiling as I close the door in her face.

There’s a different type of torment living with the cunt who bullied you. I couldn’t escape her shit, and she’d sell my panties to the boys in school only to come home and tell her parents that I was whore.

Vitali pulls me away from the fourteen-year-old girl who couldn’t escape and my back hits the door with a thud. Throwing the envelope behind him, he grips my hips and grinds into me. His lips brush my neck as he moves up to whisper into my ear, “Turn around and watch her wish she was you.”

The instruction is useless when he controls my body and spins me so I can see through the peephole.My hands are flat on the wood as I watch Marta staring back at the door as though she can see through it. A gasp leaves my throat as he roughly pulls my hips back and kicks my ankles part. This is so fucked up and I’m a grown-ass adult that should not be getting off on the same thing she did to me with any boy I liked as a teenager. But it’s cathartic and Vitali’s tongue marks a line on the back of my thighs as he fits his fingers under the waistband of my panties.

Reaching behind me, I thread my fingers through his hair and his breathing shallows as he says louder than necessary, “That’s my fucking girl.”

When his tongue works through my slit, my back arches and I forget about the audience on the other side of the door. Pushing two fingers into me has my legs shaking and I curl my hands into fists as I clench, pushing my hips back. The man is a chatterbox and mumbles something filthy around my clit.

“Fuck, malyshka—” He cuts himself of on a moan and my forehead falls forward, knocking against the wood, as he bites into my thighs and straightens. The sound of metal clacking together is like a starting pistol for my release, and I keep rocking my hips as he takes out his dick. He’s handsome in a way that you ignore because it’s obvious; I still look over my shoulder and watch him watch me as he strokes himself from base to tip. That shouldn’t be attractive, neither should the fact his lips are glistening or how he sucks on his bottom lip, moaning and watching me like it’s physically impossible to look away.

His voice is husky and deep, the sound alone makes more of a mess between my thighs.

“Fuck, I need you more each time, sweetness.”

Scissoring his fingers with each syllable leaving him, he abruptly pulls them free and sucks them into his mouth.

Why is that so erotic? The thought of him dying for a taste of me that he has to suck it off his own skin is more of a turn on than when they were inside me.

I widen my legs and push my ass back, expecting his dick, but he drops to his knees as though he’s pledging his devotion to me. His groan isn’t faked, he does it every time and my temple hits the door as it vibrates through me.

“Always fucking perfect.”

He turns so his nose is pressed to my clit then pushes his tongue into me, and I can hear his hand speed up on his dick. The other goes to my ass, a crack landing on my skin that he soothes by massaging away. His eyes are still on me as he looks up the length of my body while massaging the sting away.

The door is fully forgotten. I thread my fingers through his hair with both hands and ride his face. Sounds leave me but I’m lost, chasing my release, uncaring about anything else. He’s a fucking acrobat and hugs my thighs so they’re resting over his shoulder before managing to stand to his full height. My moans turn into a squeal and my back hits the door with a thud as his forehead presses into my lower stomach.

He presses his palms into my inner thighs, pulling them apart and abruptly tilts back, making my body drop. Fuck, my heart is racing, anticipating the plummet but he catches me by pinning his hips to mine. His lips are by my ear and his hand loosely wraps around my throat.

“Should I open the door and let her in?”

I’m fucked in the head because my first thought is yes. Rather than answer I reach into his back pocket and take out a condom. The wrapper is between my teeth when we both groan at the feeling of his bare dick sliding between my thighs. His voice deepens as he bites into my neck and asks, “Fuck you raw and make that bitch suck my warm cum straight out of your tight cunt?”

My fingers shake as I wrap him up before we can do something reckless.Digging my nails into his neck, I slowly push down and feel the stretch, it’s perfect and knocks everything way. Except Vitali’s mouth, he can’t keep that shut in any circumstance.

“You want that, sweetness? Feel me fucking you with nothing between us?”

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