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There’s no thrusting, he just keeps me there and increases his bid. My air is cut off and spit pools on his crotch, but he keeps me still and pulses his hand on my throat, restricting my air further until the bidding comes to an end.

SEVENTEEN

Anastasia

I’ve had all of 0.6 conversations with Kristi, but I could bet my life that this is the first time she’s let genuine happiness show in front of anyone. Her hand comes up in a wave and I do the polite thing, raising mine while smiling through the window until she turns it around, raising her middle finger at Vitali. Her happiness could be from having her sister back or getting away from her toxic mother and her dickhead boyfriend. Either way it’s deserved, and she tucks herself to Becca’s side as they go back inside their new home.

I’m exhausted and the sun has been up for hours after we made sure Becca was safe and didn’t need medical attention. Sinking into the passenger seat, I let my eyes close while Vitali drives me home. We haven’t been moving long enough when the car rolls to a stop. My belt is unclipped before I can open my eyes and he picks me up over the center console, his seat screeching from the force he uses to push back, and I’m trying to work out where we are.

There are only bare-brick buildings around us, no people or other cars and he sits me over his thighs.The warehouse doors clue me in, but it’s not the one that’s used for torture. Everything looks different during the day and I’m too tired to mask anything.

His fingers wrap around my jaw, pulling me closer with the closest thing to begging on his usually grinning lips. “Help me forget?”

Pushing myself forward to close the distance, I nod against his lips and unbutton his shirt. He’s so warm and flexes when my fingers touch his chest, the showoff. There’s not enough space for us to move how we want, and our elbows are hitting the door. A playful huff blows across my lips and my body jolts as he rips my dress over my head. It’s broad daylight and I only have my panties covering me. My heart speeds up its rhythm at the thought of getting caught as I hold my arm over my chest. It’s part excitement and dread, Vitali will get a pat on the back, but I’ll be breathing more life into the rumors.

At my apprehension, he reaches behind the seats and drapes his suit jacket over my shoulders, covering me from anyone else but I’m bare for his eyes only. Cold air fills the car, and he grabs my throat, sealing our lips together. He’s intoxicating, a heady mix of crazy that speaks to mine. Physically we’re compatible, we fuck each other with the same ferocity, and it’s never been bad or awkward.Mentally we’re opposites, his mask is happiness mine is non-existence.

He steps out into the cold air, and I wrap my limbs around him. There’s less dread with not seeing a soul in sight and the excitement increases when he lays me on the warm hood of the car. Tali kisses across my jaw and I’m a ball of tightly wound lust that mutes his order.

“One answer every time you come, sweetness.”

I nod and thread my fingers through his hair to place him back on my neck. My legs drop open as he swirls his tongue on my skin then sucks it between his teeth.He trails his knuckles up my inner thigh and holds the back of my head, bringing us nose to nose.

“Favorite color?”

Why the fuck is he talking about colors when I’m naked and his dick is pressing into my thigh.

Clicking his tongue when I don’t answer, he presses his thumb over my panties and turns smug.

“Okay, an easier question, who are you soaked for?”

I smile back as I cup his dick and ask, “Who are you hard for?”

He snaps and his kiss is more teeth than anything else as he bites at my lips and grinds into my hand.My panties are ripped away, the band snaps against my ass, forcing a moan out of me as he swallows it down, stroking through my slit with two fingers and groaning into me. There’s never been a time that he isn’t vocal; even when he’s not getting any stimulation, he’ll make sounds like my pleasure is all he needs. He pushes two fingers into me hard enough to knock the air out of my lungs and moves forward. I think I pull him but he’s curling his fingers up and slapping his palm off my clit.

Vitali rests his forehead on mine and builds me to a climax faster than I’ve ever experienced, all I can see are his eyes. He’s filling every one of my senses when he restarts his interrogation.

“Favorite color?”

My fingers curl around his shirt, tugging hard enough to tear it and I grind my hips into his hand. The low authoritative tone comes out and I moan low in my throat, trying to be silent.

“That’s my girl, ride my hand and answer me, Anastasia.”

Hearing him say my name is like a key only he possesses in his vocal chords. Repeating the question, he presses his palm to my clit, making me detonate with an answer.

“Blue!”

It’s the only color in front of me – the sky and his eyes.

Stepping fully between my thighs, he slowly thrusts his fingers into me, it’s almost lazy, matching the tone leaving his smirk.

“Good girl, mine’s brown.”

There’s a hidden meaning in it as he stares deep into my eyes. Watching him is more erotic than what he just did, he slowly pulls his fingers free, and I don’t blink, not wanting to miss anything. He brings his hand to his mouth and sucks me off the digits as he massages my thigh until they’re clean.

Once he’s done tasting me, he holds my hips and softly asks, “Want me to wrap up?”

I didn’t get the maximum enjoyment out of feeling him bare for the first time with it being dampened due to Marta’s creeping, so I grab his belt, pull him forward, and shake my head. We both turn eager to get him out, our hands working in sync until he’s in my palm. I stroke him from base to tip, but he grabs my hand, pulling me off and warm metal wraps around my middle finger.

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