Page 45 of Volatile

I turn without exposing Stasi, and disappointment pulls Marta’s features down while I’m smiling widely.

“If you open your eyes, I shoot you in the head.”

She’s been here without a threat and watched us without an invite. I know she’s eager for whatever’s going to happen, but I need the threat to ensure it doesn’t change. She nods her head so fast it knocks some of the curls loose from where they’re pinned at the top of her head, then sits up on her knees.

Stasi’s eyes are on me.I fucking love when she looks at me and I know she’s checking for a weapon. It would be rude to disappoint her, so I take out my gun, unclick the safety, and press the muzzle to the pervert’s forehead. Marta’s lashes flutter, fighting to open as I grab her hair. She gasps and smiles, the weird cunt.

I don’t touch her with care or out of lust, not like I touch Stasi, and her dress catches under her knees as I drag her towards my girl. Holding her head back so she can’t touch her, I slap Stasi’s ass just because I can.

“Push our cum into her mouth,” I say as I massage her reddened cheek. “Let the bitch taste how perfect we are.”

I expect outrage, a fight, or some movement under my fingers, but Marta doesn’t do that, she relaxes and opens her mouth with her tongue out.I move the gun to her cheek as my fingers itch to rip her tongue out of her ugly-ass head.

My girl doesn’t do what I said, and her eyes are like scanners checking me from head to toe. She relaxes when she sees that my dick isn’t out. So fucking cute. Getting even more adorable, she threads her fingers through mine and hate fills her as she fixes on her stepsister to ask, “Who’s the slut now?”

My fingers tighten in Marta’s hair, dragging her head further back as cum drips on to her tongue and chin, racing down her neck and soaking into the neckline of her dress.

No one fucking disrespects Stasi, she isn’taslut. She is mine.

I move Marta’s head while she moans, and her face is successfully covered in what she will never fucking experience. I pull her further back, so she’s out of the way, and fix Stasi’s dress. Marta’s body sways without my hold and I’m back where I belong: by my girl’s side. My tone is deadly and cruel, deserving, as she opens her eyes and Stasi hugs me with one arm as she perches on the edge of the desk.

“Lick it up.” I point to the floor with the gun then to Marta.

Her hands remain on her knees and stares at me as though I would ever fucking choose to touch her when I’m not an idiot, I know what I have beside me. Stasi massages my shoulders and strokes across my waist with her other hand. She’s hugging me, sweet as fuck, and I’m sure I’m blushing.

Marta licks the dirty-ass floor, and I turn my head to speak against my girl’s lips with my cheeks aching from how wide my smile is.

“Hi, sweetness.”

I playfully pucker my lips and she strokes my cheek before rolling her eyes then pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. With the only person I care about relaxed, I turn to get rid of the bitch, but Stasi shakes her head and makes me control my trigger finger.

Anger attaches itself to my voice at not being able to do what I want as I bark, “Get the fuck out.”

Marta climbs to her feet with her chin tucked to her chest and the pervert stops watching us as she walks to the door. When her hand touches the handle I decide it’s not enough and add, “I expect a thank you card from your future husband for giving you the fantasy you’ll have from now on.”

A tremor works through her fingers as though it was my responsibility to be faithful to the fucker.

When the door clicks closed, Stasi falls against my chest and shakes her head, trying not to laugh. It turns to regret and her eyes close as she admonishes herself. “That was wrong.”

Was it fuck, the stupid bitch involved herself. I didn’t force her to do shit and she could have left but she chose to stay. Rather than argue with her, I focus on two things.

“Why did you smell like smoke? And who called you a slut?”

My hands go to her ass, pulling her closer so she’s sitting on my thigh while she searches for a lie, andI nod along with every syllable of her bullshit.

“I was walking through the gardens, it must have drifted over.”

She hasn’t answered my second question. She should be initiated; she’d hold up under interrogation and have the police listing their own crimes out of frustration from her non answers. Copying her move, I pull her closer and soften my voice to ask, “Does it hurt?”

My girl looks between each of my eyes and her brows slowly pull together. She’s cute as fuck all confused and I comb my fingers through her hair, fixing the strands as I lean closer.

“Always pulling excuses and deflections out of your ass, does it hurt?”

She thinks I’m a dumb fuck; it’s half right, I don’t give a fuck about anything enough to be serious, but it doesn’t mean I’m dead behind the eyes.Or that I’ll allow her attempts at hiding shit again. She turns into a different person, less confident and filled with uncertainty.

“Technically he called me a whore.”

My heart is beating too fast with the rage boiling my blood. “Who?”

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