Page 72 of Volatile

Stasi is a stubborn fuck and has to argue as she crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m not an object you can own.”

She’s fucking dense for someone so intelligent, I’ve watched her hack shit, her mind finding little loops within code to break into things she shouldn’t be able to, yet this one topic is so fucking simple she’s failing to grasp it.

I prove myself physically and drop to my knees, holding her thighs and dip my head so she can’t look away from me as my voice deepens.

“I’m not an object but you fucking own me, sweetness, still want to act dumb?”

Her lips twitch, fighting a smile while doing the same with me as she holds her hand up and then looks to my bare hands pointedly. If she wants me to wear a ring, it’s time for her to get on her knees, equal opportunities and all that shit.

“I expect a good proposal and for you to get down on one knee with a please. I’ll say yes on both.”

She pushes her palm against my forehead with a scoff.She can deny this shit all the wants, I’m not fucking crazy, and we both feel it. It’s more than need, it’s coming home, and being in comfort. Being the versions of ourselves we want to be and not having to hide or feel like shit about other people. She proves she cares when she pulls on my hands and tries to get me to stand with her anger subsiding.

“Your knee is going to hurt.”

The small voice might as well be a scream in admission with how my girl softens. Jumping up, I push my weight into her so she’s flat on the bed under me. Giggles brush against my cheek and I want to live inside the sound. Her happiness is the best thing I’ve ever witnessed, and I blow raspberries on her neck to prolong it then nip her cheek with my teeth. She feigns offence as she wipes the spot with her hand and scrunches her nose up.

“Don’t lick me, you weirdo.”

She doesn’t complain about my tongue usually, but I don’t point it out, the joke is too obvious. Instead, I hold her jaw and forehead, so her head is still and lick the full length of her face while she presses against my hips and complains, “Stop licking me!”

I want her like this all the time, only ever with me, and press a wet open-mouthed kiss to her cheek before sucking the skin and letting it go with a wet pop. My girl is perfect and wipes it on me before settling back into the sheets with a soft smile.

One of her hands trails up my abs with faux innocence until it’s curled around my neck and the other goes to my belt, pulling me closer. Stasi wraps her legs around my waist and says against my lips, “You really are a puppy.”

It doesn’t sound like an insult with the smile on her face and the softness in her eyes. I grind into her, allowing myself a hint of relief. I can’t fuck her, if I was inside her every time I wanted to be my dick would fall off from being used so much, but she rolls her hips and threatens to make me weaker than she already has.

“Keep looking at me like that,” I say slowly, “and we’ll never leave this room, sweetness.”

I’ll seal the floor off and survive solely on her if she gives me those eyes for a second longer. She pushes against my shoulder and blinks the seduction away as I pull her up with me. I’m taking my girl out and no fucker is going to stop me. Once she’s standing, I wipe her wet cheek with the backs of my fingers to get her to be agreeable and hold her ass.

“Want to be my lucky charm, malysh?”

Her brows come together, but that little light of emotion – of the real Anastasia – is still there in her eyes. Fuck, if she lets herself out fully I’m going to have to create a religion in her name to satisfy my need to worship her. I don’t give her any more information and lift her off her feet to carry her into the bathroom so we can get ready to show her off to the world as mine.

I’m goingto kill Zidane. The prick didn’t tell me he invited every member of my psychotic family to the event his family are hosting in their casino. The fuckers are taking my alone time with Stasi away and Vanya comes to my side with her elbow out, digging into my ribs as she acts like her dad.

“Now you decide to wear a mask?”

It’s a theme and my girl likes dressing up. It will stop us being identified when I fuck her somewhere in the casino too. Probably one of the private rooms, have Stasi ride me while we play Texas Hold ‘Em.

But I’m stuck in a different private room with my family around us and take my seat beside my beauty. The waterfall edge hides the bar with only enough space for someone to pass drinks through and Dani proudly surveys her art on the walls. I stretch my arm across the back of Stasi’s chair and graze her shoulder with my fingertips to get her to give me attention. She doesn’t break her conversation with Inessa and my sister-in-law is the only one out of the two of them who acknowledges the movement as she looks from my hand to me.

It’s a subtle claim that isn’t needed with my ring on her finger, but I like touching her and move my seat closer. She follows Inessa’s gaze and leans into me, keeping her voice low.

“Are you going to piss on me too?”

She’s even more beautiful with half her face covered to fit the theme and it takes work to stay in my seat. I pull her closer so no one else hears and Inessa can stop stealing her attention. She smells like me as I whisper into her ear, “Not into watersports, sweetness. But I can cover you in something else if you want.”

She strokes down my thigh and pats my knee, giving a disinterested ‘maybe later’ as though I asked her to watch a movie.It’s rare that everyone is in public together and Inessa keeps checking her phone every two minutes with Vlad staying behind to look after my niece and nephews. She’s either afraid he’s going to lose his shit or being an overprotective mother while Val and Dani are relaxed. There are six empty seats which are soon filled by the Courts and a new face. Inessa’s brows go up in recognition and our side of the table go on alert seeing Khalilah ready to attack as the man at her side stops beside my sister-in-law as they make polite small talk.

“How’s Amber? I rarely see her now that we have the two buildings.”

Khalilah is staring Inessa out with murder in her eyes, and it intensifies as he responds, “Yeah, she’s good. I’ll let her know you were asking about her.”

He whispers something to the raging woman beside him and it has her relaxing, the anger disappears, and she smiles widely, crazy bitch.

Inessa isn’t usually around the criminal crowd outside of the Bratva and the ones she’s aligned herself with at her charity, so I lean behind Stasi’s chair to prod her arm. Her hair nearly whips me in the face when she turns with a face like thunder and I whisper, “Do I need to speak to Vlad?”

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