20. Vitali

TWENTY

Vitali

D ani is the first person to try and get shit out of me as Stasi plays with the kids. My eyes don’t leave Dominik’s, he’s a little shit and usually throws tantrums like his dad, it’s normal for him because he’s a toddler, but I don’t trust Val’s DNA. His mom acts mature as fuck and pinches my side when I’m content in ignoring her.

“Are you together, or?”

Throwing my arm over Dani’s shoulder, I pull her to my side with my hand ready to slap over her mouth if she decides to act like a shithead. I’ve been friends with her since I was six years old, my other half in every way, but the days of her sleeping beside me are gone since she married that prick.

“Realized you picked the wrong brother?”

My question is met with an elbow to my ribs. I love her, she’s family but I’ll never be in love with her. Or able to fuck her, I should be scarred for life after I had to search for a lost tampon when we were teenagers.That shit was horrific, and I had to come up with a bullshit excuse about why I was walking through the house with bloody gloves when there was no body to clean up.

I kiss the top of her head as Val walks through the house, then look from Dani to her psychotic son. “Be nice to her and sit Dom in the corner so he’s not in hitting distance.”

There’s no defense on her tongue but she nudges me again. The kid is Val’s double, it’s not even an argument. Just like his dad, he only acts semi normal for Dani as she softens her voice and walks toward him. “Dom, sweetheart, you’re going to be nice, aren’t you?”

I fight the urge to push him over as his little legs pump. Why do all kids run dumb as fuck? He looks like an idiot with his arms swinging behind him and his head pushed forward. He charges me and I have enough sense to push him back with my palm on his forehead before he can inflict any damage. Toddlers have their own language, and he screeches, getting his partner in crime to help him. There’s no fucking adults in this house as they all sit back, laughing to themselves as Vasili joins in, swinging his arms wildly.

I deepen my voice as I press each of my palms against their heads. “Vasya. Nikita. Stop.” They don’t so I add a threat. “Keep going and I’ll drop you both in the pool.”

The little shits only smile as they babble at each other.

Verena stops playing whatever game she’s made up with Stasi and sighs, sliding off the sofa to control her brother. She stands beside him with her arms folded, more as though she’s hugging herself, and has the deadly tone down as she looks them both in the eye.

“No. Tali nice, down.”

She’s her mother’s daughter and they both stop attacking me. I kiss the top of her head in gratitude, but as I look up, I see Stasi has the softest smile on her face.The two psychos pull it away as they face off against each other and Vasy nods before Dom cocks his arm back and punches him in the arm. They start giggling to themselves while Vero steps between them, talking to them like they’re dogs as she points at the floor. “Sit.”

My girl’s smile softens further as she watches the crazy family she’s joining. I’m going to protect that smile, so it never drops, but I leave her to get acquainted with the nutcases. Val’s eyes pause on my hand when I walk into the kitchen where he’s forcing Viktor to hug him while he does his homework. There’s a tan line from never taking my ring off and it’s still on Stasi’s finger. A silent claim that each of us has. Vlad has his cuff links because he’s a neurotic fuck, obsessed with wearing a suit, Val picked out a pendant that I forgot he had until I saw it around my best friend’s neck, and I knew I couldn’t do shit unless I killed him. Especially since the prick gave her it when we were kids.

I chose my ring that fits perfectly on Stasi’s fuck-you finger.

His brows come together as I gesture for him to follow me. He stands with the crease deepening and Viktor smiles in thanks. Val’s smothering is dumb as fuck when his son is more grown up than the adults in this house.

Val stops beside me on the terrace. I make sure the door is open so I’ll get literal brownie points when my nephew makes his snacks as I say, “You need to stop hugging him all the time. He’s not a baby anymore.”

Val closes the door and whispers, “I don’t want him to feel left out because he’s used to having all of my attention.”

I try not to laugh but I can’t help it. “He didn’t want all of your attention when he was an only child. He likes doing his own thing and exploring the world how he wants. He knows you’re there for him, just chill the fuck out.”

He nods, unconvincingly, and he’ll still be paying his kid to hug him because it’s not about Viktor, it’s all about Val being afraid of his son growing up.

“What do you need?” he asks.

I scrutinize his features.

If he tries to stop me, I’ll pull out the shit I have on him, a get-out-of-jail-free card for making me know what burnt flesh smells like. The Bratva hierarchy isn’t rigid, there’s a mutual respect amongst Vory. Other than that, no one gives a fuck about the other’s group, but I know they’ll all bitch about Borya’s death if I don’t say anything in advance.

I look out at our life and say, “Sanction a kill for a Vor.”

He’s had the title for years now, he should be able to pull some strings. I’m not suicidal and I’d prefer not to have my face beat to shit when it’s Stasi’s favorite seat. He acts more as my brother than his title as he turns to me with his arms crossed.

“Give me the name, I’ll deal with it.”

Fucking dumbass, he’s a year older than me not twenty. I can kill the cunt myself and I’m not telling him shit about Stasi, that’s her business.

He stares at me, trying to wait me out as I refuse to say anything more. He can suck a dick, I’ll win. My plan has already formed on the most epic death I can find for the cunt. But Val decides to be mature as he explains, “If you do it, we’ll be forced to vote. Vlad and I will give you ours but there are others who don’t have any loyalty to you.”

Death has to be unanimous, so I relax. Taking a beating is easy as fuck, Stasi will have to sit on my dick while my face heals.So, I shrug as I turn. “No problem then, I don’t need you to sanction it.”

Borya is a cunt who loves his image, he needs to feel stronger than anyone else because he’s weak inside and can’t back it up. There’s nothing like an audience to fuck with his ego before he dies, and I can spend my time with my girl instead of wasting it on the sick cunt.I’m nice enough that I’ll even allow him to see his cunt daughter get married before he dies.

I go back inside to save Stasi from the noise. Ignoring Dani and Inessa smirking at me, I pull her into my side and get her away from the crazy people. She acts shy, dragging her feet. I lift her off her feet and throw her over my shoulder as my asshole family all laugh.

I take the elevator up to take some of the strain from my knee and Stasi seethes, “Will you put me down.”

Laying my cheek on her ass, I massage the back of her thighs and hum, “Hmm, no. You have a really comfortable ass and it’s going to be my favorite pillow.”

I’m sure she laughs but there’s no sound as her chest lightly shakes into mine. Once we’re in our room, that she doesn’t know is also hers yet, I look around, knowing there’s going to be a mountain of cushions on my bed when she’s moved in. As long as she’s staying with them I’ll accept their presence.

My motivation to be alone turns filthy when I set her on her feet, and she launches herself at me, her hands automatically going under my T-shirt. She moans into my mouth without any stimulation other than feeling my skin against her palms.

“You fuck with my head,” she moans.

Is she reading my thoughts and saying them aloud or are we having the same one?

Clumsily walking her backwards until she’s laid on the bed, I hold myself up with my forearm beside her head. She isn’t trying to distract me or use her body as a commodity in exchange for some cunt’s life from the need written on her features.It changes to vulnerability and her request is half lust half hope as she attempts to conquer a fear.

“Will you help me forget?”

She’s done the same for me every time I’ve asked but there’s something specific she wants, so I promise, “I’ll give you everything, sweetness, tell me and it’s yours.”

My girl wraps her arms around my neck, her lips brushing my cheek as she moves closer to my ear and tries to hide behind dirty words.

“Don’t let me come now, wake me up with your dick inside me.”

It’s deeper than a fantasy, it’s therapy for her and I agree easily.I don’t think I’d ever refuse anything she wanted. Unless it’s leaving me, that is something that I will never agree to.

I push up to stand and her appreciative gaze rakes down my body. She doesn’t need an instruction and strips down. The confusing woman stands and walks away from me with a smirk. She looks at me over her shoulder and removes her bra; her tits are promptly covered with her forearm but there’s an invitation on her tongue.

“I like your shower, it’s bigger than mine.”

If I wasn’t already hard my dick would come to life imagining her under the spray. I nearly trip over my own feet as I rush towards her and wrap one arm around her with my hand between her thighs. She moans as I pick her up, and it turns into the most beautiful sound leaving her lips. An excited giggle. Fuck, this woman is going to kill me, and I’ll die happy. I kiss her shoulder and need confirmation of who she wants to be tonight, but my voice comes out strained, knowing I’ll be denying myself alongside her.

“Good girl or my slut?”

Turning the game on me, she drops her weight down when we reach the bathroom and flattens her palms on my chest, slowly moving up until they’re curled around my shoulders as she huskily asks, “Why not both, Vartanov?”

The husky voice should be a sin, but it’s the most rewarding thing I’ve ever fucking encountered.I’m focused on Stasi rather than getting undressed as I blindly hit the control for the shower. My girl takes care of that for me, and my hands are on every part of her body, the right is jealous of the left and vice versa. She’s fucking perfect, smiling up at me as she slowly peels my boxers down my thighs. She wraps her hand around my length and strokes me from base to tip as I walk us under the spray. She turns into a vixen and drops to her knees. Her hands are worshipping, matching the reverent licks against my sensitive tip as she sucks me into her mouth.

Combing the wet strands out of her face, I angle my body so she’s not getting hit with the spray and I can see my favorite color.

“Eyes on me while you suck me down, Anastasia.”

When she moans around the tip of my dick, I have to clench every muscle so I don’t come. I separate her hair into two so I can hold something other than my release and she hugs my leg, one hand on the outside of my thigh, the other gently making circles on my fucked-up knee. She lets me go with a wet pop and a wide smile.

“Fuck my face, I can’t come, but you will.”

There’s a threat of destruction hidden behind beautifully filthy words.My girl is on her knees, the stone turning them red while she has full control of me. I use the handlebars I’ve created to pull her forward and she opens her mouth with her tongue sticking out. My dick twitches and my tone turns rough, matching my thrusts into her wet mouth as she tries to suck me deeper.

“That’s my girl, you love sucking my dick, don’t you?”

I give her more as she nods around me, and gags mix with the sounds being dulled with the running water.Her hand on my thigh twitches and she rubs her thighs together.

“You soaked for me, sweetness?” She nods.

“Want my dick in that tight cunt?” She moans and pushes her head forward, taking me into her throat.

“Fuck, Stasi, so good for me aren’t you, malysh?”

Her eyes roll back as she swallows around me, and I fuck her face as my control snaps. I’m going to get a mold made of my dick, have her fucking filled with me and her pussy will always be ready for my dick it’s inside her so often.

My words rush together with urgency, needing her on my tongue while I fill her mouth.

“Two fingers, get them nice and fucking wet for me.”

She moans around me and sits up on her knees. The movement has my dick deeper in her throat and we can both feel me pulsing on the verge of release. A shaky hand goes between her thighs, and she rides her fingers before pulling them free and holding them up to me. As soon as I can taste her I can’t hold back and mumble a warning while pulling her closer so she can’t escape.

Threading my fingers through the hair above her nape, I hold her to me as she swallows every last drop. My girl doesn’t let me go; she grabs my thighs, wanting this as much as me if not more. She’s perfection, a literal dream and meets everything inside me. There’s not another half, Stasi is my matching half. Opposite ends of the same thing that you can only see are the same from a distance, but I will never allow an inch of space between us never mind enough for her to escape.

Her nose is touching my skin directly between my hips as I shallowly thrust into her throat and groan, “That’s my fucking girl, take everything I give you.”