Page 27 of Volatile

Her fingers land on her clit, making dizzying patterns as she fixes onto me. She hooks her arm around his neck and kisses me with her release. I taste her moans, what I’m doing to her, and she’s insane, beyond my every dream. Her entire body convulses when he goes to her neck, and I tilt her head, exposing her favorite spot. Her dopey smile is on my lips, and she pulls her fingers free, trailing her cum up my abs before pressing them into my mouth without removing her tongue. Fucking perfection.

They both throb around me but a soft shake of her head tells me to hold back as she digs her nails into my neck. She sweetly kisses across my jaw to my ear and whispers into my ear, “My mouth, I love how you taste.”

She’s saying shit like that as though it’ll help me hold back. Fucking vixen. She presses her hand into Zidane’s hip until he moves back and pushes against my shoulder, so I’m laid flat before stepping down with shaky legs. My girl wastes no time removing the condom and folding in half, her ass is in the air, and she moans around me as he fucks her harder, holding her hair out of her face as I thrust up, doing the same to her mouth.

She keeps fucking moaning and I hold the sides of her head to keep her in place. The vibrations travel through my length and settle into every nerve in my body. Clenching to hold back doesn’t help and I come harder than I have in my life. She’s pushed forward as he tenses behind her and she’s fucking stunning as her eyes go wide, knowing she’s just made us both come.

My cum flows out of her mouth, escaping the sides and racing down my dick. I think I say something, probably ask her to marry me so I can witness it again, but who fucking knows when my entire body falls limp and she does the same over me as Zidane wraps his arm around her middle, placing her on my chest. He falls to the bed beside me, his harsh breathing mixes with ours and he presses a kiss to her crown. I don’t know why that’s pissing me off after them being everywhere on her body, but I want to rip them off. Mistaking the reason for my mood, he acts like a dick, puckering his lips and asks, “You want a kiss too, for being a good boy?”

I only have enough energy to hold my middle finger up and let out a line of air as a laugh as I hold Stasi’s ass with both hands and push the heel of my palms against her red skin. She fucking purrs, so adorable and exhausted that she can’t lie to me anymore.

The only positiveof Stasi running away before I wake up is not having to spend longer without pain meds. My body is coated in sweat from going so long without them and I have to ball my hands a few times to get them ready to move. As soon as those three pills are on my tongue I can relax, and I lay here, waiting for them to bring me back to the order I’m used to.

Once my first priority has been met, I notice my room. Stasi’s shoes are neatly lined against the wall, and I look for evidence she hasn’t left barefoot. I stretch over the side of the bed in case she’s decided to hide under it, but it doesn’t reveal anything. The closed bathroom door brings a smile to my face. I never sleep with it closed and it’s too far away, hidden behind the closet, to pick up on the sound of running water.

Before I can make good on my promise to bury my head between her thighs, the door opens, allowing the circus of my family to come in. Viktor and his shadows don’t hesitate as they walk through. Dom, Vasy, and Verena stop in front of me, all of them with hard stares and the same demand. “Up.”

The sheets are clean with going to an empty apartment I keep for randoms, and my arms move automatically until Verena, Vasili, and Dominik are crawling around me like little fleas.

My nephew is a teenager and becoming more like his annoying-ass dad every fucking day as he holds out a piece of paper to me. “Sign this, my dad will only bitch about it.”

The benefits of whoever named us fixating on a single letter means we all have the same signature and I do it easily. If he wants to fuck about it’s none of my business, I’m the fun uncle cheering him on, but I attempt to be responsible and ask, “What pissed you off?”

There’s no heat in my voice and Viktor acts sketchy as fuck, making me have to fucking read when I’ve just woke up.It’s only a fight; after the first one he had he should know none of us give a fuck, even Inessa, who has an unachievable goal of making all the kids productive members of society, didn’t rage about his fight. She did threaten the kid’s dad and ruin his business, so he had to file for bankruptcy like that’s any less violent than what we do.

Viktor’s voice is low and filled with hurt as he mumbles, “She was talking shit about my eye.”

There’s not a girl’s name on the sheet and his fists are scuffed. He follows his dad’s rules of not hitting women and only hurting them with his mouth. So, I sit up fully, grabbing the side of his face and inspect his eye. The older he’s getting the more it grows, and the tear drop inky blob is all of our failure. The scar running through the tail of his brow and over his cheek bone brings more attention to it when it’s inflamed but that will go down when the weather warms up. There are models and shit who have the same condition; theirs might be from birth rather than some dickhead beating a child, but it doesn’t make a difference. He’s a Vartanov, beauty is in our DNA.

Keeping my tone even to hide my emotions, I let his head go to its normal position as I ask, “Want me to become her stepdad so she leaves you alone?”

I can’t beat on a kid, it’s my only rule. Everything else I can and will do for my family, but kicking the shit out of some twelve year old seems too far. A small body launches themselves at my back and tries to fucking choke me out as Vero shouts, “Vasy, no.”

Verena makes it worse as she tries to pull her brother off me and I’m being attacked by fucking toddlers when Dominik joins in.They both start roaring over each other and I hold myself rigid as I look at Viktor.

“Is that spit or did one of them just piss on me?”

He tilts his head to look at his brother and answers nonchalantly. “Dom is trying to bite you.”

I stretch my arms behind me and grab the toddler to pull him over my head. He’s disgusting and drools in a line over my shoulder as he smiles like a psycho.

“Does it look like I’m food?” I ask.

He nods and balls his fists, trying to punch me in the face as Vasy wraps his arms tighter around my neck. Verena must be pulling on him because I sway back, avoiding getting my ass kicked.

I shake the little shit off and grab Dom, making sure his arms are stuck at his sides so he can’t lash out.

“Be good, Nikita, or I’ll tell your mama.”

He scowls at me and nods once mechanically. It gets his partner in crime to calm the fuck down too and they both sit down, taking a thigh each as Vero lets out an exhausted breath and swipes the back of her hand off her forehead to sit beside me.

I ignore the way the little psychos begin to trade blows against my chest. It’s cute as fuck when they get angry and try to do it harder, seeing that I’m unaffected. I flick my chin for Viktor to continue and he takes a step back from the brats as he hesitates.

“Jax had a broken arm because of his stepdad so I said it was me.”

“Okay, what about the little bitch?”

“I found masks on Vlad’s floor, so we wore them and chased her after school. But Jax fell over, and his arm was already broken so I told the teacher that I hit him and that’s how he did it otherwise he wasn’t allowed to go to the hospital.”

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