Page 80 of Volatile

I fantasized about killing my own mother all my life, she’s been dead for years and I still dream about it at times. My girl is too good, fucking pure hearted, and beautiful. I shrug and press the blade to the twat’s neck again as I say, “Kiss me and I’ll think about it.”

She rolls her eyes as she moves forward and kisses my cheek.That’s a fucking cop out, I want her lips on mine, not my fucking cheek. Her mother’s choked scream touches my hand as I push the knife deep enough for a red line to appear. Stasi grabs my nape and I smile against her lips and I’ve finally got her to react first. She doesn’t let me deepen it and I never actually agreed not to act. When she steps back the smile is still on my face and I add more rules.

“Now, admit you’re my girl and I’ll let the cunt live.”

The claim has a barrier coming up and she takes a step back mentally and physically.Stasi crosses her arms over her chest and looks at her mother coolly before flicking back up to me.

“Kill her and I never will be.”

Why the fuck does she want her to live? It won’t get better, only ever worse. The bitch falls as I let her go and I control myself only because of the infuriating woman beside me. Looking down at her mother, I say, “Go back to the only daughter you have. Anastasia belongs to me.”

The little rat scurries away, scraping her knees, and I pull Stasi into my arms. She stiffens and leans away from me, not to push me away though. She assesses me and I erase the distance to kiss her chin, the tip of her nose, then her lips. Her lips slowly part, allowing me to deepen our connection and I tighten my arms around her to cup her ass with both hands. I have divinity in my hands and the intense awe in my voice doesn’t do her justice.

“You’re mine now. I decided a while ago, but I’m not going to wait for you to understand.”

I can’t do the soft approach with her any longer, I need her.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Anastasia

Vitali hides his crazy too well. It’s always smiles and laughs, stupid jokes, and food in his hand that it convinces peoples he’s not totally fucking insane. I’m crazy too because hearing him declare I’m his has me softening when he was literally about to make me an orphan. Somewhere in my warped mind the gesture is sweet, endearing and heartwarming that he cares about my comfort that much.

Peeling his arms off me before I give in, I walk backwards as he tries to grab my hands. His threat is a rumble as he hardens his eyes with each slow step I take.

“Be ready for when I catch your ass and turn it red.”

I slowly shake my head and repeat his words from a similar setting.

“But you might not be chasing me anymore.”

He takes a deep breath that makes him larger as I enter the tree line.

The sun has set, and I’ll hide out in the acreage surrounding the wedding venue until he’s gone if I need to. I kick off my heels when I hit the dirt and turn, pumping my legs. The suit jacket covering me slips off my shoulders and my hair whips against my skin. My feet slap off my ass and he’s unable to match my speed with his knee.

“Anastasia, fucking stop!”

But he doesn’t allow the weakness and I turn to see how much distance there is.His fingers brush my bicep as he propels himself forward, taking me down with him. He twists our bodies, so I land on top of him with my arms behind my back and locks my legs together as he grits, “Run from me again, I’ll fucking chain us together.”

He flips me on my back, and I kick out at his good leg. It gives me enough leverage to crawl out from under him and a breathless, full-of-light laugh leaves me. I run. It’s freeing and pumps adrenaline through me as twigs snap and leaves crunch behind me. He doesn’t issue threats or try to have a conversation; he lets out an animalistic growl and weight slams into me again.

All the air is knocked out of me as I’m slammed against a tree. The rough bark scratches against my shoulders and my hips are pinned against it. I’m unable to catch my breath as he grabs my wrists and holds them above my head in one hand. The other hand is wrapped around my neck, and he bites my lips, hard. It’s not meant to cause pleasure, but I moan. The vibration presses against my teeth and his dick is hard, digging into my stomach.

Pleasure floods my veins as Tali roughly turns my head to the side and bites into my neck with a claim. “You are mine.”

He tightens his hold on my wrists, dragging me up, so I’m forced to lean on my toes. The soft earth makes it harder to maintain my balance and the only thing keeping me steady is Vitali. But he enjoys fucking with me mentally and pushes his thigh between mine.

The pressure has my eyes rolling back and he squeezes my neck to a point just before my air is totally cut off. His voice is deeper, rougher, and assaulting my senses as he asks, “Whose sweet cunt is this, Asya?”

I don’t answer and lock my jaw to prevent the whimper escaping as he pushes his knee up. The wildness in his eyes affects me more than it should, it calms me and calls the dead parts back to life. He removes his comforting hold around my neck at the same as taking away the pressure from between my thighs. His dick is pressing into my stomach as he pins his hips against mine and tightens his hold on my wrists until my fingers tingle. My body is dragged forward as he grabs the neckline of my dress and roughly tugs it down, exposing my chest, and he blocks everything. Not just the sight of me, but internally Vitali covers my perception of reality until all I can see is him. His hand is gentle as he cups my left tit and rolls my nipple with his thumb, it’s slow and teasing, matching the lilt of his voice.

“Who do you belong to?”

I remain silent and his eyes darken before he pulls his hand back and his fingers slap off the side of my tit. It forces a deep guttural moan from me, which spurs him on to do it to the other side. My chest moves rapidly as I stare at him, waiting for more, but he delicately holds my nipple between his two first knuckles and repeats himself with a threatening edge.

“Who do you fucking belong to, Anastasia?”

Fuck, he’s going to torture me, and my teeth pierce the thin flesh of my cheek as I bite harder to stop myself voicing the wish.

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