Page 114 of Volatile

My lips are tingling, every nerve on my body is hyper aware of his and he presses his thumb under my jaw to extend my neck. The usual phrase changes, so does the meaning, as he moans, “That’s my fucking woman, finally stopped lying to herself.”

He drops his hold on my wrists and neck as he moves faster than my lust-filled brain can anticipate. He grabs the sides of my jeans in his fists and pulls with enough force that I’m dragged halfway down the bed. I turn to hold anything so I don’t hit the floor and grab the sheets, but they’re still covering me. He tugs again. Harder.

Fabric tearing has us both freezing and I slowly look down to see the frayed edges of my jeans.

“Asshole. These were my favorite pair.”

They weren’t but he gets the sad puppy face and it’s cute as fuck as he steps between my thighs and strokes my hair back, his voice a feigned coo as he pouts and nods his head. “You want to suck my dick until you feel better, sweetness?”

This is what my life is going to be with his insistence to never let me leave. An idiot who doesn’t take shit seriously and always makes me laugh.Which is exactly perfect to counteract my shit.

I sit up and press my lips to his abs. He flexes and suppresses a groan as I look up innocently, but my smirk gives me away as I hum, “Hmm, maybe another?”

The gentleness disappears and he fists my hair above my nape, pulling my head back as he looks between my eyes with his jaw clenched, and the deep authoritative voice comes out.

“Try it without me there, Anastasia, I fucking dare you.”

My thighs clench together at the bass in his tone, but it’s the caveat that has a different part of my attention.Vitali isn’t a jealous person, other than food, he doesn’t care about ownership of things. It’s why he hasn’t tried to become a Vor when they’d all give him their votes in gear of his family name. He has the intellect and physical capability, but he doesn’t want it. And what Vitali doesn’t care about doesn’t exist to him.

People are supposed to have evolved enough to have understanding, but the caveman territorial part of our brains is still there, so he should still have it too. Why the fuck is it annoying me that he’s not jealous? I couldn’t stand the thought of him touching someone else and hid under a pillow for fuck’s sake.

I’m a hypocrite and beg for him to lie, “So, you don’t care if I fuck someone else as long as you get to watch?”

He pulls my head further back until I’m looking straight up. His anger is a balm to my ego as he leans over me.

“You might moan for someone else but you fucking scream for me. Do you know how hard it makes me knowing that you can have another dick down your throat, but you look atme? Even when you’re lost in pleasure, you fucking search for me.” A moan builds in his throat, deepening his voice and dilating his pupils. “You’re so fucking beautiful and I want everyone to know that, I want them to see you, taste you, fuck you, and know that all that divinity inside of you is mine because you choose to give it to me.”

Our noses brush as he lowers further, and everything darkens.

“You know why, Anastasia? Because you need me like I need you. Not for a body or a fuck that you could get anywhere, we both know it and I’m not going to lie to myself, so you stop lying to yourself too.”

Dropping his hold on my hair, he switches to my jaw and whispers against my lips, “You can’t see it when we’re close, but we’re opposite ends of the same thread. You can’t run or hide from me, sweetness.”

The tone and position should be threatening, yet alarm bells don’t sound in my head.Instead, it all falls silent. No doubts, no degrading comments, just Vitali’s conviction that’s louder than anything I’ve ever heard before. His fingers flex on my jaw, pulling me closer so my ass is just brushing the sheets, and he hasn’t finished his speech and gives his own mix of filthy romance.

“You were made for me, to take my dick and carry my heart.”

The adorable shithead is sinking his claws deeper into me and doesn’t let me escape physically while caging me mentally; it’s not an uncomfortable cage, it’s warm and has every amenity I never thought I would need.

He slams his lips over mine and wraps his arm around my waist to sit me up on my knees. Every inch of my skin is worshipped under his rough palms as he grinds into my stomach. The smirk touching my skin is sadistic matching his tone as he says, “Lay back, malysh. It’s time to show you how much I’ve missed you.”

FORTY-TWO

Anastasia

Vitali is getting payback in the most excruciating and brutal way possible. He taps his finger on the tip of my nose as he moves out of reach and the airy voice is pissing me off.

“Not yet, my little slut, or I’ll shove my dick down your throat and make you sleep with it there.”

Five times he’s worked me up to the edge and then pulled away. Five fucking times. His dick is on my side, fighting to be freed from his boxers, but the impulsive asshole has suddenly learnt what control is and refuses to give in to either of us.

I push both of my hands against his stupid face and shuffle away from him. I don’t give a fuck that I’m naked and there’s a mess between my thighs. His face has been up close and personal with it multiple times during his torture session. The sadistic fuck. When the bed dips behind me, I run and escape his sick hands. Sick and twisted but perfect and horrible by not letting me climax. I’m not running away from him and act like this is all normal as I stop in front of my side in his closet.

I can feel him getting closer, heat engulfing my back until he stretches his arms around me and takes out the pink toy that smacked him in the face. Sweet relief courses through me when I push my ass against him. A shiver works up my spine as he lifts my hair off my neck and leans over me and pushes me forward so my elbows are resting on top of the vanity. Nerves mix with my lust as he grinds into my ass. It’s stupid, I’m not nervous about sex. It’s all I’ve been good for, but I can’t experience that gut-wrenching confusion from the hospital again.

He pauses his hands and leans further into me, kissing my neck and his soft whisper touches my skin to ask, “Want me to wrap up, sweetness?”

I’m on birth control and I know he hasn’t touched anyone else, but the extra confirmation helps to chase away my nerves. I nod my head as my throat constricts but he kisses my cheek and there’s no anger at me suddenly taking extra precautions. He turns gentler and hugs me while peppering his lips over any skin he can reach.

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