21. Anastasia

TWENTY-ONE

Anastasia

h ave a vague memory of being excited on my tenth birthday. The type of excitement that made my eyes close while my senses remained alert counting down the seconds until I could get out of bed. It’s the same now with the promise of something a lot better than cake. There’s no light filtering through my eyelids but the sheets rustle and Vitali lets me out of his possessive hold. His arms have been wrapped around me from the moment I couldn’t take it anymore and I was on the verge of tears from him edging me. Sleeping with his hand wrapped around my throat is the most comfort I’ve ever felt, and I miss it as soon as he gently lifts up, pulling the sheets away from my prone form.

Does he know I’m aware of him? Or is he just talking to himself? It’s a 50/50 chance considering he loves the sound of his own voice.

“I should mark your ass as an IOU.”

He holds my hips, pushing my ass back until it’s on the edge of the bed and I’m hiding the smile on my face. Massaging across my ass, he pulls my cheeks apart and groans to himself, “Still soaked for me.”

Vitali spent hours building me up then denying me. The only thing on my mind is him and there’s no memory haunting me.

He strokes his two middle fingers through my slit from behind so gently that I give myself away as I rock my hips. It’s involuntary and we both freeze. I’ve been caught but he plays the part I need him to as he leans over me, softly kisses my shoulder and whispers, “My girl is going to wake up with my dick buried inside this tight cunt.”

I clench as he thrusts two fingers into me with his order while massaging up my back with his other hand.

“My perfect slut, sleeping naked because you need me inside you all the fucking time.”

His commentary is helping push me further away from the memories of Borya grunting over me. Even if he’s only doing it to put himself at ease by adding possessiveness to his speech.

He presses his lips to my shoulder again without moving my hair off my face to bring me out of hiding. It’s harder to pretend I’m asleep when he slowly pushes into me. Everything is heightened after being denied a release for hours and feeling him use me. When his hips touch my ass it’s impossible and I grab the sheets in my fists under the pillow. Gentle fingers lift my hair off my neck and stroke across my cheek with an equally soft whisper. “You good, sweetness?”

The little check-in splinters my chest, filling it warmth and a dopey smile pulls at my lips as I nod my head.I’ve never been better, I’m protected and cocooned in Vitali, there’s nothing else that can get in.

I push my ass back, wanting him to be rough now that the facade has been broken. He wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me up until my head rests against his shoulder as he thrusts up, forcing noises out of me as he bites into my neck. “Next time, you’re staying asleep until I fill this pretty pussy.”

I grind my hips back into him and he squeezes the sides of my neck as he grits, “That’s my fucking girl, you love me fucking you.”

He’s making me work for it, the asshole, so I sit up.

My knees are still red with little abrasions from where I refused to move until he got hard again in the shower. We’re both staring at them in pride as I plant my feet beside his knees.

He slaps his fingers against my clit with praised admonishment. “Only good little sluts have scraped knees.”

A whimper leaves me, and I ride him harder as though his mouth is fueling my movements. Gripping my throat tighter, he kisses my neck sweetly while his thrusts meet me with the same urgency.

“Lean forward, let me fill your ass at the same time.”

Fuck. Me. Literally. In every way. Vitali can do what he wants because I’ll never be disappointed.

I drop forward until my chest is touching the sheets and my knees are under me. I can’t move as he holds my arms together at my back. The only thing I can do is clench my inner walls, trying to coax him to do something.

“You going to let me fuck your ass one day?” He slaps my ass, hard. “Take the last thing I have left to claim?” He does the same to the other cheek and I moan, long and low, breaking up my agreement.

A cap clicks and cool liquid moves between my ass cheeks, making me clench. I twist my hands so I can touch him, and he loosens his hold as he pauses his movements. When I grab his thighs he starts massaging the lube across my ass and thrusting into me.

“Tali, fuck me harder,” I moan.

The shallow thrusts are teasing, and we’ve already concluded that portion of the night, he doesn’t need to do it again. A crack lands on the outside of my ass cheek, closer to my hip. His lubed fingers glide across my skin as he wraps my hair around his clean fist.

My head is pulled back until I’m staring at the headboard and the rough authority in his voice has a moan getting trapped in my throat.

“You take what I give you, Anastasia.”

I turn my head as much as I’m able to, as I sweetly beg, “Please, luchik, I want to feel you all day.”

The endearment slips out again, but I don’t try and claw it back, the sun warms people while burning violently just like Vitali.

He tugs on my hair harder until my body is contorted and I’ll need a chiropractor. Then he loses control and fucks me hard.

My hands whip out flat against the headboard, so I don’t fly through it, and my throat goes dry screaming his name.

I’m so close and still holding back, every cell in my body has become accustomed to not getting release and it doesn’t know how to let go.

My knees widen as he drills into me and my legs twitch when he massages my back hole with his thumb.

“One day I’m going to claim this tight little hole, fill every part of you with my cum.”

Why the fuck is he waiting for one day when we’re both naked and in his bed?!

He gently applies more pressure until the tip of his thumb is inside me and I scream louder, “Fuck, more!”

Air blows across my back and my head drops without his fist keeping me up. “Bite the pillow, sweetness, no one hears you but me.”

I’m ruined. Tears burn the backs of my eyes as I scramble for the pillow and sink my teeth into it.

The thumb in my ass moves back out, massaging around the ring as he shifts and gives me more of his weight. He feels even deeper and slaps my ass with his free hand. I combust, burying my face into the plush pillow until it’s choking me instead of his hand as he alternates between fucking me harder and pushing his thumb in and out of me.

“That’s my fucking girl, again.” My body rocks forward as he slaps my ass and orders, “Soak me, malysh.”

Fingers wrap around my wrist, pulling it off the sheets until it’s positioned between my thighs in silent instruction. Vitali threads his fingers through my hair at my scalp and pulls my head back up. There are little wet spots on the pillow and my teeth have marked the fabric. I know what he wants before he demands, “Lips, Asya.”

I blindly turn, searching for him.

He kisses me like he needs it to breathe, my air and his are the same and we’re smiling against each other as my finger circles my clit faster.My breath stutters and I grab anything I can to stabilize myself as he throbs inside me. All I can feel is pleasure, Vitali is the source of it and hot liquid flows down my cheeks. My mouth opens on a silent scream, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, and he wraps his arms around me to stop me escaping while grinding up into me and biting into my shoulder. Heats fills me from the inside out, it’s too much and drips down my thighs while my body rewrites itself.

He hugs me to him as we wait to breathe normally and little flashes of light burst around the room as I try to blink. His lips greet every inch of my skin he can reach with reverence as his heart races. My neck, my cheek, my shoulder, my nape, nowhere is left out of reach. He slowly pulls out of me once we’ve recovered and fills with awe.

“Never coming in your mouth again.”

My chest shakes in an exhausted laugh, and he kisses my crown before lifting me up to go clean up. It should be awkward, the social expectation is to do it separately, but he doesn’t know what personal space is, the concept is as foreign to him as the knowledge of other worlds and the warmth in my chest grows as he sits me on the vanity and cleans us both.

When he’s finished, he steps between my shaky thighs and curls his fingers around my nape to plant a chaste kiss on my lips. His voice is soft despite the way he’s searching my eyes as he asks, “All good, sweetness?”

I look around for something to take us back to what we were as I lay my head on his shoulder, contradicting my need for it. “You have better shampoo and face creams than me.”

No wonder his skin is so soft, the vain idiot spends all his ill-gotten gains on his appearance. I can’t complain when I’m the one benefiting from it, and he is extremely pretty.

The soothing vibration of his hum travels through his chest into mine as he rests his lips against my hair and fills with questions again. If he had a suggestion box it would be full of requests for his inquisitive mind to stop.

“What’s your favorite holiday?”

It’s not some deep thought-provoking insight and I look up as I answer, “Halloween.”

It’s obvious when all the others revolve around family or companionship. Halloween is for the lonely souls, the dark ones who can’t find a place in the world that constantly tells them you need people.

His smirk is filthy as he asks, “So, you like dressing up?”

I’m too relaxed to stop my real laugh and fall against him. There’s no voice in my head telling me it’s awful and I sound like a braying donkey, it’s lightness and I nuzzle closer to the warmth. It’s cut off when he tips up my chin with his knuckles. Vitali’s lips softly move against mine. His thumb makes random patterns on my skin and I’m breathless when he breaks our connection.

I keep my hands on him to resist the urge to press my fingers to my lips, and my voice doesn’t sound like my own.

“What was that for?”

His hands didn’t go anywhere other than my face and we’re both naked without him inside me. His gaze follows his thumb tracing my lips, as he whispers, “I wanted to taste your happy.”

Stupid puppy.

Emotion clogs the back of my throat, making it hard to swallow and he takes a step back, grabbing a fluffy robe off the back of the door.I’m going to miss him. It never bothered me before, but now it does. I like being around him and forced out of my inner discomfort. He’s gentle as he drapes the robe over my shoulders, puts my arms through then tightens the tie so it can’t slip open. There’s no robe for him to put on so he pulls on a pair of shorts before lifting me off the vanity and guiding me out of the room. Wherever he’s taking me better be good because I’m naked under the fluffy material wrapped around me.

The sun hasn’t come up yet and I freeze, turning bright red at the sight of Viktor walking towards us as we step into the hallway. He can’t even keep his eyes open as he drags a pillow on the floor and goes into a room beside the stairs, muttering, “Dom and Vas are pissing me off, wake me up in a few hours.”

The car bed is set up for someone a lot younger than him and he slams the door behind him as Vitali starts walking again as though it’s normal for children to play musical beds.