Page 4 of Volatile

Her legs are the perfect neighbors for my cheeks and the long-sleeved embellished dress sticks to her insane body that calls for my tongue. It stops a few inches below the curve of her ass and the fuckers smoking at the bottom of the steps nearly break their necks as they take in the sight of her. Divinity is dark and powerful, just like Anastasia. It’s how she knows exactly where I’m standing, and I straighten my spine as she walks towards me.

At least she’s not coked up for once.

I’m nearly salivating when she steps in front of me, and her bored emotionless voice has me hard as she asks, “Do you need me to take you for a walk, puppy?”

I need her to fucking touch me, just once, then I’ll reciprocate by never letting my hands leave her body. I manage to keep them off her for now as I take a step back, testing her. She follows me automatically and I’ve found the thread that will pull her to me.

Keeping my voice conversational, I continue walking backwards over the mossy uneven ground. “I’ll make you a deal.”

She doesn’t say anything as she steps on a twig and takes another step.

“I’m going to close my eyes and if you kiss me, I’ll chase you to take the rest.”

The branches cover the dark sky, only allowing limited fractured moonlight to see her. I’m attuned to her; I have been ever since she caught my eye when I was sixteen and she was swiping liquor at one of her parents’ parties. She was stunning then too, but I didn’t want to fuck her, I wanted to know why she was running away. Now, I want to run with her and fuck her in the process.

Her voice finally has some emotion in it as she asks, “And if I don’t?”

I can see the tops of my cheeks from how widely I’m smiling because there’s a hint of anxiousness at the thought I’ll stop chasing her. She’s definitely mine.

“If you don’t, we’ll try something else until you’re finally where you belong.” I shrug and put my hands in my pockets, making sure there are no loose pills hiding.

Once we’re deeper into the trees so that the sounds of other people around the manor house are a mumble, I stop and close my eyes. The smell of the earth fills my nose, and an owl unhelpfully begins hooting, covering the sound of whether my girl will finally drop the act. The fallen leaves on the ground rustle but I can’t make out the sound of her heels puncturing them as warmth ghosts over my cheek.

Her lips softly brush mine and I hold the lining of my pockets to resist the urge to grab her. Fuck, she tastes sweet even without her lips fully parting. I don’t deepen the kiss or open my eyes as she slowly moves back. She’s in front of me, without her heels because her breaths touch my neck.

My voice is deeper with need as I remain unseeing and groan, “Run.”

Air brushes past me, and I open my eyes to catch sight of my girl bolting. Her heels are sitting on the ground opposite me, and she pumps her legs like a fucking athlete as she takes off. I didn’t stipulate any rule about giving her a head start, and I can hear her heart pounding over the leaves being crushed under our feet and twigs snapping as I follow her.

I nearly fall on my ass at the wide smile on her face as she steals a glance atme. It’s gone too soon as she runs deeper through the trees; the formation is less ordered, so I lose sight of her. Until the embellishments on her dress glitter under the sparse moonlight and I catch my silly girl hiding behind a tree trunk.

I don’t run to her, not physically anyway, I slow to a walk and purposefully stick to the mossy patches of earth as she tries to control her breathing. Stasi doesn’t see me as she looks in the direction she ran from, and I weave through the densely packed trees on the other side of where she’s hiding.

There’s a twig lying at the base of the trunk, and I drive my heel into it. The loud snap has her head turning towards me and her eyes widen. She’s picked the perfect spot because there’s a small clearing that gives us enough space for what I want to do to her. But she always has to run, and she makes it one step when I lunge forward and grab her hair to keep her with me.

anastasia

Fuck. My heart is racing, proving I’m alive as I collide with a hard chest. Vitali has always been the thought in the back of my head although this version of him is different. It’s another part of him that only I know about as he says, “You had your chance to run, Anastasia, now it’s time to suck.”

His voice is lower, darker, than it usually is, and I clench my thighs together, loving the new quality.

Why do I like the way he says my name like that?

Why do I like Vitali at all?

There are many questions I’m going to interrogate myself over, but those can wait because he’s not the happy puppy right now. He tightens his hold on my hair, making my scalp burn as he pushes his knee into mine, forcing me to kneel.

He doesn’t let go of my hair as he steps around me, and I throw my weight back to escape his hold. My scalp burns, a good pain adding to the proof that I’m alive, as I dig my fingers into the ground and try to claw away from him. The air is knocked out of me as he lands on top of me and straddles my chest. He pins me to the ground with his knees pressing into my biceps and his hand wrapped around my jaw.

The moonlight isn’t enough to see him clearly as he leans over me and presses his fingers against my teeth, forcing my mouth to open. The anticipation of what he’s going to do is at an all-time high, but he doesn’t undo his zipper. He slams his lips over mine and I moan into his mouth as he restricts my movements. He tastes like champagne and warmth, the opposite of me, but there’s a faint chalky taste to his tongue as he strokes it against mine.

I’m pulled up to kneel by the hold on my jaw and he rises to his full height, only removing his lips from mine at the last second. The soft breeze causes them to tingle, and the metallic thud of his belt buckle opening is like a starting pistol. I don’t look away from his eyes as he undoes his zipper, they’re more piercing in the dark and his inky hair is highlighted from the silver moonlight as he takes his dick out.

Fuck. He’s huge.

He drops his hand from my jaw to hold my throat as he strokes himself from base to tip. The pressure against my neck isn’t the reason for my breaths shallowing, it’s the glistening tip of his dick moving closer and my lips automatically part. He doesn’t push into my mouth — he uses his dick to paint my lips in his pre-cum and tightens his hold on my neck.

“Get me nice and wet so I can slide deep inside you.”

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