Page 28 of Volatile

My good mood dies, and the psycho toddlers sense it, looking up at me with their hands paused. I put each of them on their feet and my tone hardens, knowing the feeling of the one person who shouldn’t raise their hand to you doing it.

“Get ready, I’ll deal with the fucker.”

He leaves, taking his shadows with him, like a mother duck and its ducklings waddling behind him as Vero grabs the back of the toddlers’ T-shirts, forming a lead. She’s her mother’s daughter and she warns them, “No fight or tell papa.”

When the door clicks closed the bathroom finally opens and Stasi walks out, craning her neck so she’s not part of the daycare. Extending my voice, I call her to me in an unconventional way.

“You washed the memories away so soon?”

She straightens her shoulders and drops my jaw along with her towel as she takes one of my T-shirts and pulls it over her head. She hasn’t washed her hair and only small strands stick to her neck. Fuck, she’s stunning.She’s glowing and grows in beauty as she sways her hips, taking slow steps towards me.

“Yup, used your razor to shave my legs too.”

Grabbing her hips, I pull her between my legs and debate how long I have to catch the prick; it’s a weekend so he should be home all day, but my stubborn sweetness keeps her lips out of reach as I massage up her thighs.I rock her back and forward, but she doesn’t allow any space for my hands, so I resort to using my mouth.

“Jokes on you, I use that to shave my balls.”

I could get used to having her every morning; one day I’ll actually wake up with her in bed next to me, but she’s still here.

She turns, takes a seat on my thigh, and strokes across my shoulders as she acts like a little shit.

“You shave your balls?”

There’s no one that could overhear, but I’ll never humiliate Stasi in front of an audience, that’s malicious, when it’s only our ears it’s playful. Pressing my lips to her cheek, I move closer to her ear and I’m fully hard at the memory.

“They were on your chin and forehead last night, you didn’t notice?”

How the fuck she’s standing is beyond me, but I’ll reap the benefits.I’m not the only one reliving it and her legs drop open despite the curse under her breath.

“Dick.”

Lust coats my voice as I slowly trail my fingers up her thigh, and she smells like me, making my voice deeper. “Nah, balls, sweetness. The things just below.”

She grabs my wrist when I reach her inner thigh and the cutest pink flush warms the apples of her cheeks as she whines, “I’m sore.”

Fuck me, she’s even better playing shy.Kissing her cheek so I can feel her blush, I lay her on the bed and lean on my good knee as I slowly lift the hem of the T-shirt. When she tries to stop me, I soften my voice and press my lips over the center of her chest.

“I just want to see.”

It works and she loosens her fingers with her legs opening up for my viewing. I hold her inner thighs and keep her open. Fuck. Me. She’s all pretty and swollen. She sucks in a breath as I softly blow on her swollen pussy and I watch her as I lean closer. Her chest stutters as I lightly trace her lips with the tip of my tongue and my dick fights to escape my shorts, but I don’t want to fuck her. I want to fuck with her and I continue alternating between soft licks and blowing directly on her clit. There’s no motivation to make her come, I want her to be relaxed and unable to deny that I’m the only one who can do this for her.

Fuck, I’m pathetic.

I’d become her fucking slave, wipe her ass and clean up after her, if it meant that I could steal more of her time. I can’t help the words leaving me, knowing she’ll be pissed and talk back as I kiss the point her lips meet. “Took it like a champ, sweetness.”

Her palm lightly slaps against my forehead. She pushes me away with a huff and an eye roll.

NINE

Anastasia

There are so many words in a multitude of languages that Vitali could have picked over champ. Fuckingchamp. “Asshole.”

He ignores my mood as I cuss at him and taps away on his phone then throws it on the bed when he’s done. I couldn’t find Genevieve’s phone in his pockets, but there was a bunch of prescription pain meds that have me biting my tongue. My eyes itch to inspect his knee and check if it’s inflamed or hurting him. The bottles were sealed, and I couldn’t see the labels to check if they’re old prescriptions; they must be though because he doesn’t do drugs and Vlad doesn’t allow anyone on his teams to do them because it makes them unreliable.

I’m working up the nerve to ask him, which will add conversation to our arrangement, when he leans over me and the authority in his voice has me agreeing before I’ve registered the question.

“Be here when I get out?”

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