Page 6 of Volatile

I swallow around him to stop my moans, but he drops his chin to his chest, studying me as he adds, “I am all you need.”

Panic takes over and I roughly shake my head, uncaring that he could cut off my air. Vitali will never be violent towards me, it’s not in him or he would have acted like everyone else in the years since I’ve been rejecting him — taking and taking despite me saying no.

He’s something more, better, and he leans back as he argues, “You’re mine, sweetness.”

Another shake of my head and I chase his dick as he pulls his hips back.

“Mine,” he groans as I curl my lips under my teeth and apply light pressure to his length. The groan turns into a soft moan when I shake my head, my covered teeth massaging the sensitive nerves on the underside of his dick, and his abs tense around a shaky inhale.

His belt is around my neck as he sits on my chest with his fingers inside me and his dick in my mouth, but he’s not in control. We both know I am, and the power of being able to stop the act makes it even more enticing. It’s not due to his obvious beauty or the fact he’s physical perfection, not even his moans at the feeling of me, it’s the simple fact that even though he’s doing all of these things, I could pull my head back and he’d stop. That’s what’s making me moan around him and work harder, ignoring the leather edge of his belt digging into my throat.

It turns into a choked scream as he roughly pulls his fingers free and slams his hand down between my thighs as he repeats more forcefully, “Mine.”

My legs kick out at the pleasurable sting, and he pushes three fingers into me. My eyes roll back at the sound of his moans and his hips rock, fucking my mouth, as he alternates between fucking me with his fingers and quick harsh slaps directly on my clit.

ONE

Vitali

one year later

My knee is stiff as fuck. Before I even open my eyes, I know it’s going to be a bad day and blindly reach for the pills I keep hidden. Rehab took months but they don’t tell you the pain stays, and I pop three of them dry just to be able to open my eyes. Sweat coats my body and the sheets are on me again when I never sleep under them, yet I’ll always wake up like this. Propping my arm under my head, I wait for the pain meds to kick in and stare at the ceiling.

It doesn’t take long until little footsteps carefully walk towards my door and Verena pokes her head through. Her grumpy little face splits into a smile when she sees I’m awake and I’m definitely her favorite uncle as she holds a cup with two hands. She’s the only good thing about my day and spills whatever concoction she’s made today as she walks into the room.

The pain meds are working, and my voice is normal as I pat the mattress beside me for her to get up.

“What have you got, Verochka?”

She holds the cup out for me to take as though it’s gold and waits for me to pick her up to sit her beside me. It doesn’t look like it’s pool water and there’s a tea bag in it, making it safer than the other choices she’s given me. My niece is the cutest fucking kid ever as she looks up proudly. “Papa said Tali sleepy. I make it.”

I’m about to take a sip but pause just to make sure it’s safe.

“No pool water?”

When she shakes her head, I let it continue the journey to my mouth, but the kid has the worst fucking timing. I nearly choke when she says with the same pride, “I got it from toilet.”

Great. I’ve got fucking toilet water at my lips.

Setting the cup down, I pick her up and pain shoots up my thigh as soon as there’s weight on my leg.I can’t even carry my niece properly without being medicated and I put her on her feet to follow after me. Vero is my little duckling, waddling behind me with a twirl every third step. Her humming is cute as fuck as she stops at the bathroom door and looks up at me, a mini girly version of Vlad with her big marble eyes narrowing. “You go potty?”

I nod and she points at her feet. “Me here.”

I give her another nod as I leave her to twirl and hum to herself.

For as long as I can remember I’ve had theories, little things my mind creates to make sense of shit in my head. They’re all slowly coming true in the most twisted ways but never the ones I have about my own life. The life I want and crave, where this whole happy family is also one I have, is out of reach. I’m not jealous of my brothers, I’m happy for the fuckers, I just…I want that shit too, to experience having someone who’s there for me and I don’t have to hide from.

Once I’ve removed any trace of toilet water from my mouth, I pop another three pills to be able to function with the morning. With my pain receptors successfully numbed, I open the bathroom door, and my niece pokes her head around the edge.

One way that she’s not like her dad is the fact that she doesn’t invade space without being invited in.

“Come here, Vero.”

She spins on one foot and dances through the door. The twinge of pain is still there as I lift her to sit on the vanity and I delay being around the rest of my family as I ask the princess, “Did your mama do your hair?”

She nods and smooths her hand over the dark strands while proving she’s her father’s daughter. “Mama wasn’t very good.”

I hold my hand out to help her stand, so she doesn’t end up falling into the sink, and we settle into our morning routine. There’s a small huff when she can’t reach my moisturizer, and she tries to click her fingers for me to pass it to her. I’ve already got in shit for telling her to say please before, so I don’t make the same mistake as I deposit a small amount in her palm.

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