Page 5 of Volatile

I bring my hand up to take control, but he grabs my wrist. I have two so bring the other up, but he holds both wrists in one hand and roughly pulls until I’m only balanced on my toes.

He holds his dick at my clenched lips, and I glare up at him as he slowly pushes the tip between them. His voice darkens and he roughly pulls me higher before quickly dropping my hands, making me gasp as I try not to fall. He roughly grabs my head, pulling me forward to meet his dick at the same time.

My needy moan is muffled around him and Vitali groans, not allowing the roughness to reach his words.

“Fuck, baby, I knew your mouth would be heaven.”

I grab the edges of his pockets and roughly pull his suit pants down his thighs, but he grabs my wrist before they reach his knees.

There’s no cruelty staring back at me despite the hardness in his eyes and I want to fuck him up mentally like he always does to me with his stupid comments. I quickly push my head forward, taking him to the back of my throat; his head falls back as his fingers tighten in my hair and his groan mixes with my spluttered gagging.

His fingers loosen when I push back, and I toy with the tip of his dick, using only my tongue as my throat burns. My attraction to him is growing dangerously, until he opens his fucking mouth.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve ruined me. I’m going to have to marry you.”

His pre-cum doesn’t leave a bitter taste in my mouth – his words do. And I pull back as I spit out, “You can fuck me, not marry me.”

He grabs my jaw, his fingers pushing in against my teeth as he pulls me to stand and pushes his other hand between my legs. My breath stutters in my chest as he roughly pulls my panties to the side and thrusts two fingers into me, matching the tempo of his deep voice.

“One day, you’ll stop running, Anastasia.”

A whimper breaks free as he removes his fingers to bring them to his lips. He pauses pushing them into his mouth to add, “But I might not be chasing you anymore.”

He changes his mind and marks a V over my lips with his wet fingers as though he’s claiming them. He pushes me back and smirks as I resist the urge to trace the V marked on my lips.

“Today’s not that day,” he says, darkly. “Run.”

My feet sink into the damp ground as I take a step back, keeping him in my sights. He wraps his inked fingers around his dick and strokes himself, his fist tightening and then palming the tip. Leather swishes through the cold air as he pulls his belt free and holds it limply beside him as he groans, “Three holes, two hands, and I’m taking them all, malyshka.”

Yes. And please.

Spinning on my heel, I take off in a run. I only make it two steps when my air is restricted. Warmed leather wraps around my neck and I’m pulled back into a hard chest. I kick back, only meeting air, as he pushes his knee into the back of mine. My legs go weak and my knees slam against the twigs as I hit the ground. More of my air is cut off as he holds the belt in a loop with one hand and stands over me. Each foot is planted beside my arms, and he roughly tugs on the belt until I turn my head to look at him.

“Beg me,” he continues, stroking his dick, “say you’re my little slut to train and leash.”

I punch into his elbow and seethe, “Fuck you.”

More slack is given to the leather, and I push my weight down, but he tightens his hold and my hip slams into his shin as he flips me onto my back. He drops to his knees, his eyes hardening along with his jaw as something crunches.

“That,” he grits, “wasn’t one of your options.”

Straddling my chest, he slaps his dick against my cheek and my lips part in shock. Tali is always the flirty, fun, crazy brother, he’s never overstepped the line, been disrespectful, or shown his need to cause pain. Right now, he doesn’t give a fuck, and he traps the belt under his knee to free both hands. His fingers dig into my jaw, and he pries my mouth open only to forcefully push his dick down my throat.

I moan around him, and he tightens his legs around my arms so they’re flat against my sides. Stretching his free arm back, he thrusts into my mouth and slaps between my thighs; more moans are mumbled around his dick, and he pushes two fingers into me.

My hips lift, chasing him, as he fucks me and runs his mouth.

“You’re mine now. This perfect little pussy is mine to play with and I’m going to treat it so good the stubborn shit inside of you can’t argue with me.”

I shake my head, but he pushes deeper into my mouth and clenches his teeth. “Shut the fuck up.”

Belonging to someone isn’t a possibility for me, especially someone with a reputation like Vitali, there are too many expectations, and he mirrors my thoughts as he says, “This is what you’re good for, being my dirty little whore and secret fuck hidden away from everyone else.”

I relax and smile around him because he knows too, he’s admitting that I’m not worth more.

“That’s what you are right now, Anastasia.” He thrusts into my mouth. “Mybeautiful girl getting face fucked when anyone could hear you gagging on my dick.”

I moan louder, more choked, as he pushes his fingers up and leans forward. The moon makes him look sinister as he keeps me bound below him; the edges of his hair are silver, but it’s his eyes that are the most threatening. They’re so open, vulnerable, as he moans, “That’s my fucking girl.” Screwing his eyes shut, he drops his head back and forces out through clenched teeth, “This is what you needed.”

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