Page 83 of Volatile

“Liar.” He thrusts into me hard. “You need me.” He grinds into me, applying friction to my clit. “To fill you with me.” My air is cut off as my back lifts off the ground, my crown pushes into it fully and the stars above me get closer. “Have you even more glowing as you grow our kid.”

His words don’t let me float away; they fill me with panic, cutting off my release as I rush out, “No. I can’t.”

He tuts and grabs my throat to push me down and sits up on his knees. He gently strokes across my jaw in a contradiction to his hips slamming into me as he coos, “Don’t lie to yourself, sweetness. You’re watering the earth just at the thought of it.” His voice is even deeper as he grinds into me. “At the thought of having all my babies. Admit that you want it, you want to be mine, my wife, mother of my kids.”

Before I can argue, he lets my extended arm go and drops over me, leaving an inch of space between our lips as his full crazy comes out.

“Now kiss me like you love me or I’ll kill your mother.”

“Oh fuck,” I moan, and he smiles against my lips before adding more to his threat.

“Make me believe it or you’re not allowed my precious cum.”

I scream out as my climax rips through me. My entire body shakes and the air is more weighted as I travel through it and Vitali’s proud shout joins in, echoing around us between his thrusts.

“That’s.” Thrust. “My.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Girl.”

But he doesn’t go back on his threat and abruptly pulls out as he comes on my stomach. His cum lands on my skin, shooting out in ropes against my chest, my stomach, and hitting my chin. My mouth is open, and I tilt my head, catching it as he groans. He falls to the side of me, our legs tangled together, and breathes heavily while I sink into the ground, waiting for my body to stop shaking. His lips are right by my ear, and he breathlessly says, “Fuck, Stas, you’re perfect.”

Despite his clear lack of energy, he pulls my dress up, so I’m covered and kisses a path across my cheek until he reaches my lips. I wince when his knee brushes my sensitive flesh, and he softens in apology.

The man is a machine and recovers before me to kneel between my thighs and tuck himself away. He doesn’t remove his lips from mine or pull my dress down, so I try to do it, but he gently holds my wrist to stop me. “Let it dry, malysh, you’re mine.”

I’m about to argue when he cuts himself off and slaps his hand over my mouth. His head turns to the side with every inch of body tensing on alert. The soft breeze is disturbed by sound moving around us in the distance of the line of trees. Whatever it is remains out of view and I can’t pick up twigs snapping but it’s getting closer. The leaves crunching become more pronounced from multiple sources and positions and it’s like the trees have come alive.

I pat Vitali’s pockets for the knife he always carries with him, but they’re empty. The fucking idiot dropped it. We’re too far away to get away from them and my heart races at whoever the fuck is going to pop out between the trees. He doesn’t even breathe as he remains fixed above me, whispering, “You’re going to run.”

No “we”, everything is we. Why the fuck has he decided to change his fucking mind now? At the worst possible time?!

Shaking my head because I’m not going to leave him, he levels me with a look telling me to shut the fuck up. Dima’s training comes back, anything can be a weapon. All we have to do is get space and go back to the wedding filled with a bunch of psychos.His brothers are there, and I’ll deal with the humiliation of everyone seeing the state I’m in before I ever allow him to get hurt.

I try to wriggle out from under him, but he bands both arms around me and drags us to stand as he pulls my dress down at the same time. His knee is causing him pain and he tries to keep weight off it. But the dickhead pushes me towards the direction we came from and pulls his body away faster than he should be able to as he antagonizes them.

“Come get me, motherfucker!”

His white shirt is like a beacon under the moonlight, and something catches my eye shining on the ground where he first tackled me.

Fucking dumbass. He left his gun.

He’s an even bigger idiot thinking I’d leave and shouting so I can hear where he is.

“You want revenge for your Vor? You can suck my dick!”

Vitali has a death wish because the trees are alive, shadows step out under the fractured strips off silver light and they’re not Bratva. We don’t hide our affiliations, and Vory don’t move with military precision. The shadows engulf him, and my lungs burn as I follow the sounds of a struggle.

There are no discernible features, and I aim at the blobs around his arm, cocking back, aiming into the inky silhouettes. My heart sinks at the dull click and there’s no kick back. The shadows wrap themselves around me. Their hands are covered too and there’s only a dark band around my waist as I’m pulled back. I throw my head back and drop my weight down as I scream, “VITALI!”

My brain throbs as I connect with something hard and metallic, it doesn’t stop me moving as Vitali looks at me and the shadows grab him. I can make out their gloved hands against his white shirt sleeves and they kick into the back of his injured knee. The gun is still in my hand as I attempt to run closer with rage flooding me. The arms twisting around me loosen as I kick into their thighs, they drop entirely when the heel of my foot connects with their balls, and I run.

I can’t work out how many people are on Tali, there’s nothing red just black silhouettes.Something slams into me, knocking all the air out of my lungs and my face hits the dirt. I can’t see anything, only sounds of a struggle as something scratches my nape. I push my fingers into the dirt trying to crawl out from under whatever is weighing me down as there’s a deep scratch below the surface of my skin. Cold floods my body; it’s artificial and weighs me down even further. My vision blurs and I can’t see Vitali. The weight on my back settles into my tongue as I attempt to call his name and then, it all stops.

TWENTY-NINE

Anastasia

My body jolts and the only thing keeping me in place are my hands behind my back. It’s still dark no matter how much I blink, and it doesn’t change until I turn my head and little spots of light come through the hood over my head. The person my hands are attached to opens their mouth and I relax against him.

“You’ll never run when I want you to will you, sweetness?”

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