Page 81 of Volatile

My knees go weak as he tuts and tightens his hold on my nipple. The gentleness has left and he roughly tugs. How is he making me want him more by punishing me? I fight back, knowing I’m safe with him and throw my head forward, aiming for his face. There’s not much power behind it due to me leaning on my toes and my arms stretched above my head. But pride washes over me as I brush his jaw. Little strands of my hair get stuck to his stubble. He smiles widely, crazed, as he pulls his head back and exclaims, “That’s my fucking girl.”

Another slap lands on my tit, directly over my nipple, making me suck in a breath as he says, “Keep fucking fighting me.”

His teeth dig into the swell of my chest and my head falls back. He doesn’t soothe the sting as he pushes his hand between my thighs and feels how soaked I am.

“You want me to prove myself? To fight me and know that I will fucking tear you apart if it means I get to rebuild you again?”

My panties are roughly pushed to the side, and he pushes two fingers into me faster than my lust-addled brain can anticipate. The cool air brushes my heated skin and I lift higher on my toes, trying to escape the rough thrusts of his fingers.

I continue biting my cheek as he answers his own question with gravel in his voice. “Good. Never fucking stop.”

His teeth are everywhere, my jaw, my chest, my neck, my cheek, but he still manages to keep talking between laying claim to me physically.

“Because you know I need to work for it. For you.”

Our noses brush as he lines his eyes up with mine and neither of us look away as he bites both of my lips. His tongue comes out licking against my lip in an odd pattern. He’s marking them, painting the letter V against them.

I love it and loathe it, the rational part of me takes over knowing I can’t allow him to claim me, and I ignore any injury I could cause us both as I throw my head forward. My knee comes up at the same time as my cheeks puff out from the scream he keeps trapped with his teeth. I don’t freeze with him. I fight and it’s enough to get his hands to loosen around my wrists.

That morsel of pride that he implanted in me grows stronger roots as I pull my hands down with all my strength to break out of his hold despite wanting to forever remain in it. Vitali slightly stumbles back to prevent standing on my feet, and I run. I don’t care that my dress is pulled down and my ass is out, something tells me it’s safe with him chasing after me and he lets out a harsh breath, alerting me to his proximity as I quickly turn between the trees.

My freedom is short lived as weight rockets into my back causing me to slip. My body slams against the floor but my head is protected as he bands his forearm around my throat. The weight on my back pushes me deeper into the earth as he pushes his knees between my thighs and lays over me. He bites into my cheek as I’m flattened with my other cheek cushioned against the moss. The unmistakable sound of his zipper being undone has my fight lessening in anticipation, but his voice is rougher against my tingling cheek as he lets my skin go.

“The only time you fucking listen is when I’m inside you.”

There’s no warning as he pushes into me with one thrust and holds my forearms together at my back. He slowly pulls out but there’s no gentleness in the movement as he keeps me subdued below him and bites out, “So, this is how we’re going to talk.”

His hips slam off my ass as he thrusts back in, hard. It pushes my body up, the rough stones and twigs scraping against my skin as he continues punishing me with his mouth.

“You are mine.” His arm bands tighter around my throat and he pulls out to the tip. “This pussy is mine.” A scream builds in my chest as he slams into me.

I’m dragged up so we’re both on our knees and leaning forward, my chest stuttering as I find my voice.

“Fuck. You.”

He fucks me harder and drops his arm from my neck to roughly palm my tits as he bites into my neck. The mix of pain and pleasure has stars bursting behind my eyes and my head falls back to rest on his shoulder. The claims don’t stop as he slaps against my chest and grits, “These beautiful tits are mine.”

Another bite to my shoulder that sinks far deeper than my physical body. His voice raises in violence as he grabs my jaw and grits out against my ear, “Everything is fucking mine!”

I shake and try to twist my arms free as I refuse. “No, it’s not!”

The hands keeping me up abruptly leave and I manage to twist my arms in front of me in time to protect my face. My palms scrape against the ground and a pathetic half moan is breathed into the earth as he pulls out of me.

A rough hand threads itself through my hair and I’m pulled up to sit on my knees. Vitali stands above me like a king. His clothes are fucked, there’s mud all over him, but his dick is twitching in front of my lips, and he’s found a way to look even more attractive. I glare up at him for no other reason than I can, I don’t need to hide right now, and he doesn’t either. He allows his emotions to show without a smile as he grabs my jaw and digs his fingers into my cheeks.

“Open your mouth.”

They press against my teeth as I try to rip my head back. My hands don’t move though. They’re content remaining at my sides as he takes half a step closer and pulls my head back so I’m looking up at the sky.

“I’ll fuck the lies straight back down this pretty little throat,” he says low and deep. “Now, open the fuck up or I’ll make you.”

A chorus of ‘make me’ screams inside my head as he stares down at me. The slow smirk shows he can see those two words on my features, and he wraps his hand around my throat, reducing the amount of air I can take in. It’s not uncomfortable until he smiles and pinches my nose closed. My body reacts on instinct, and I open my mouth, choking down air as he drags me forward.

A deep moan vibrates through me as he pushes into my mouth. The sound of his pleasure mixes with mine and he hugs the back of my head as he pushes into my throat.

“That’s it, malysh.”

His fingers thread together between my hair as he keeps me in place and fucks my throat in shallow thrusts. Spit drips down my chin and the force of his movements has my knees sinking further into the ground. My body rocks as he groans and alternates between thrusting into my face and dragging me up and down his dick.

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