17. Anastasia

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.

I’m looking at my hand that should not have his ring on it when my body moves up the metal and I’m sure the car rocks from the force he enters me. A scream rips from my throat and my hands fly out, grabbing his biceps as he folds over me and curls his fingers around the top of the hood near the windshield. I have to wrap my legs around his waist, so I’m fixed to something and there’s nothing but feral need staring back at me.

“Fuck, you make me forget everything.”

The admission has me smiling, at least I’m not alone in whatever club I’ve ended up in.Threading my fingers through his hair, I pull his face closer so I can mute myself. Our tongues battle while our hips do the same and I know I’m not imagining the world moving under me with every thrust. Calloused hands drop to my waist and my chest pushes up, begging for attention. Not having the thin barrier is the most amazingly reckless thing I have ever done, every ridge presses into me, igniting my nerves with desire.

He flattens his hand on my sternum as he massages across my chest. Slowly moving up until it’s wrapped around my neck, he squeezes the sides to have my full attention. My nails must be digging into his skin when he roughly pulls me down and stares between my thighs, groaning, “You take my dick like you were made to, my perfect slut.”

Hearing that word from his lips gives it a different meaning to every other time it’s been directed at me. There’s no demeaning tone or disgust directed at me; he’s building me up with the very thing that’s been thrown at me to tear me down.

We’re moving further away from the building as he fucks me harder, and he pulls me back equally as rough. I cling to him and pull on his shirt until I can wrap my arms around his neck. He curses under his breath and picks me up with his arm banded around my waist, his lips skimming my cheek with his apology.

“Forgot the brake, sweetness.”

Air leaves me in an exhausted laugh but I don’t give a fuck about anything other than being wrapped around him.My inner muscles tighten with every slow tortured step he takes until I’m pressed against the wall. He slaps both hands on my ass and pulls my cheeks apart, fucking up into me, asking another question.

“Thing you love to do?”

Pushing my hips down, I rotate them with a smirk, knowing the answer will drive us both wild.

“You.”

It’s somehow the wrong answer because I’m dropped to my feet, and he grabs my face with both hands. I’m not coherent enough to protest when Vitali robs me of thought and kisses me so fiercely I’m sure we’re in the middle of a battlefield.

Mentally I’m knocked off balance from the force of his lips and he does it physically too when he spins me to face the wall and presses his palm in the middle of my back.

“Fuck, Tali. More.” My words are garbled around a moan as he strokes his dick against my clit. I’m so fucking close and he changes pace. His hand is buried in my hair, making my back bow and cold air touches my skin with the suit jacket opening up to the elements. Soft lips move across my shoulder, and he hugs me from behind with a gentle order.

“Put me in, my hands are dirty.”

There are grease stains from him gripping the hood and I push my ass back as I line him up. My eyes roll back in my head at his manners as he softly kisses my nape.

“Thank you, sweetness.”

The gentleness doesn’t last long, and my neck is bent back. Lips dance up the side and we both go still as he slowly pushes into me. Fuck, that’s better than the hard thrusts. Every muscle in my body tightens, trying to hold back while he makes it his mission to interrogate me.

“Thing, you, love?” It’s stilted and broken up by his thrusts. Biting into the point where my neck and shoulder meets, he growls my name in a low deadly tone. “Anastasia?”

Oh fuck, I can’t think, and the truth slips out around a moan.

“Cooking.”

It’s post-climax Stasi’s issue whatever leaves my mouth, and he angles his hips, asking more questions while I lose control under the force of my climax.

“Favorite food?”

“Chicken.”

“Dream?”

“Wake up with your dick inside me.”

“Another.”

“Travel.”

“Another.”

“Motorbike.”

“Another.”

“Disappe—oh fuck! Tali, I can’t.”

I’m thrashing, pushing at his hips and rocking my own back, contradicting myself as he fucks me harder and marks my neck with his teeth. His voice darkens, sending a shiver down my spine as it brushes my sensitive skin.

“Never fucking run from me.” His hand tightens in my hair and a pathetic stuttered whimper floats around us. “Now come on my dick again like a good slut. My perfect fucking slut.”

The sound comes out again and I nod then shake my head, not trusting my body. Rough fingers wrap around my wrist and push my hand between my legs at the same time as his voice drops into my ear.

“Play with your pretty little clit while I make your pussy mine.”

My legs are shaking but my fingers move, and I know I’m ruined from the honesty more than the action.He grabs my throat, flattening my back against his hard chest as our hearts beat faster against each other. There are no more words or questions. From Vitali anyway, my mouth opens, face tipped up to the sky and I convulse with only his hold keeping my body upright. It could last hours or days, but I don’t care and sink down, feeling him fill me, doing exactly what he said.

Claiming me.

“That,” he grits between his thrusts. “Is.” Thrust. “My.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “GIRL!”