Page 54 of Volatile

“Another.”

“Disappe—oh fuck! Tali, I can’t.”

I’m thrashing, pushing at his hips and rocking my own back, contradicting myself as he fucks me harder and marks my neck with his teeth. His voice darkens, sending a shiver down my spine as it brushes my sensitive skin.

“Never fucking run from me.” His hand tightens in my hair and a pathetic stuttered whimper floats around us. “Now come on my dick again like a good slut. My perfect fucking slut.”

The sound comes out again and I nod then shake my head, not trusting my body. Rough fingers wrap around my wrist and push my hand between my legs at the same time as his voice drops into my ear.

“Play with your pretty little clit while I make your pussy mine.”

My legs are shaking but my fingers move, and I know I’m ruined from the honesty more than the action.He grabs my throat, flattening my back against his hard chest as our hearts beat faster against each other. There are no more words or questions. From Vitali anyway, my mouth opens, face tipped up to the sky and I convulse with only his hold keeping my body upright. It could last hours or days, but I don’t care and sink down, feeling him fill me, doing exactly what he said.

Claiming me.

“That,” he grits between his thrusts. “Is.” Thrust. “My.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “GIRL!”

EIGHTEEN

Vitali

Getting my girl into bed while it’s still light outside has my chest puffing up with arrogance. I’m choosing to ignore the fact she pulled an all-nighter so I can take credit for her need to sleep as I leave her surrounded by her annoying cushions and get rid of the grease on my hands. I make sure she’s still asleep before I close the bathroom door and take three pills.

I go back to her and strip down to my boxers before I crawl in beside her. I’ve always been a cuddler as Dani likes to call it, it’s comforting to sleep beside someone and feel their warmth, but Stasi’s body is different, my arms aren’t just seeking comfort I want to provide it.

My beautiful Anastasia is filled with sadness so deep she hides it from herself, hoping no one else sees it. I’ll chain her to me so she never fucking stands on a bridge again. The woman forced herself to be uncomfortable, she likes cooking but only has air in her cupboards, dreams of travelling and locks herself inside her head. A beautifully dangerous contradiction.

She turns rigid in my arms as I pull her into me and kiss the back of her head. Her eyes don’t open, and her breathing shallows. Fear. The same fear when her face was beat to shit at what, thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was ready to end her life before it even began. I should have made the connection sooner since it’s where her dad died, but I’d never spoken a word to her, and I’d stick by my brothers during anything Bratva associated.

Stasi peels one eye open and visibly relaxes seeing me. Her mouth finally opens, saying the worst thing she can in this fucking situation.

“Oh, it’s you.”

Who the fuck else would be in her bed? And whoever the fuck it is had her scared. Sensing my anger and stoking it higher, she tries to take off my ring and my hand wraps around the four digits, keeping it in place.

“I told you, I come in you, I claim you. Do not fucking take it off.”

My voice comes out too rough, but I don’t have the control to be able to soften it with her dismissal. She shrugs, feigning indifference, but I can see her cheek lift and it settles something inside me. Holding her neck loosely so my forearm is pressed between her tits, I pull her closer while she pretends to be a bitch.

“Most girls want diamonds.”

I laugh and love the feeling of her pulse in my hand.

“You’re not most girls.”

We’re sleeping like this from now on, my hand wrapped around her pretty little neck so she can’t run away, and the length of her body pressed against mine.

She’s pissed and pushes her palm against my forehead, creating space as she hisses, “Don’t say shit like that, it’s offensive.”

Every person in my life is a fucking crazy person with a warped sense of etiquette, at least she hasn’t slapped me in the mouth. I’m faster than her and pin her to the mattress with my thighs over her hips and our fingers threaded together. She’s so beautiful and shakes her hair out of her face as I remain above her in awe.

Once her cheek is in view, I dip down and run the flat of my tongue up the length of her face. The playfulness leaves despite her disgust staring at me and there’s too much honesty in my voice.

“You know what’s offensive? You ignoring me when my cum is still inside you.”

Her dismissals hurt, I know it’s not personal, she doesn’t give a fuck about anyone. Inessa is the closest thing she has to a friend but they rarely speak outside of Vlad’s orders. There are no pictures of family or friends around her place, and no one visits her. If I checked Stasi’s cutlery drawer I’d probably find a setting for one person.

My mind is playing tricks on me as she softens and squeezes my hands with an apology. “I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

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