The Reckoning

vitali

three years later

My brother is a dickhead, both of them are, but Val has a special gene that makes his dickhead qualities more potent as I send a drink to the woman I’m currently eye fucking. He leans into me and asks, “You know she’s a celebrity, right? A model?”

He hides his bullshit behind his tumbler and Inessa catches my eyes, giving me a look that would fit a parent scolding their child. Seeing his wife’s attention is on us, Vlad decides to let his threats out as he stands from our reserved table and buttons up his suit jacket.

“No blood, it’s Inessa’s night.”

The charity event is boring as fuck and Viktor is happily eating his cake on the opposite side of the table so I can’t steal it. Dani turns her head to see who’s caught my eye and she whips her head back to me, ignoring Val trying to steal her attention.

“She’s really famous, does Inessa know her?” she asks.

“Yeah, it’s her new sister-in-law.” I drop my voice and lean back in my seat.

My innocent best friend doesn’t understand and a crease forms between her brows, getting deeper until I clear it up.

“Vlad has the heiress, Val has my artist, now I’m getting a model.”

Val laughs and shakes his head before looking over his shoulder towards the bar. I follow his line of sight to watch my future wife but regret it instantly when the Albanian fucks surround her. My knee twinges at the memory of the drill breaking through the bone; it’s been years, yet I can’t get it the pain to stop. And my brother can’t hide his hate which proves he has a heart, also that he loves me, the sappy prick.

“She’s one of them by blood, it’s not worth it.”

My mood instantly changes as one very specific woman walks past their group, uncaring about anyone else. Anastasia is my dream, she’s perfection, and I push out of my seat, ignoring the warning directed at my back. “Don’t bring rats to the door, Vitali.”

I’m not going to the model; she isn’t my match. Not when everyone says I’m a puppy. There’s only one coldhearted bitch that I want.

Anastasia may not be initiated but she shows her allegiance as she stands away from the members of the Conglomerate. Her back is to the wall and there’s a slight pause as she brings her flute to her lips when she sees me heading in her direction. I knew she wanted me; she can deny it all she wants but she fucking loves me chasing after her. One day, she’ll stop running and I convince myself that it’s going to be now as I stop in front of her.

Fuck me, she’s beautiful. Her dark hair shines under the lights, mimicking the deviance in her dark eyes. Men are described as tall, dark, and handsome, but Stasi ticks the same boxes. She’s only a few inches shorter than me in her heels and I take half a step closer, crowding her against the wall as I lower my head to kiss her cheek. Going to the other cheek, I keep my voice low, so no one else overhears my offer.

“Meet me outside in ten minutes and be ready to run.”

Her pulse speeds up and I slowly move back, watching how she masks her expression. I’ve been doing this for years and I’ve finally found the one thing that intrigues her enough to give in.

Every other attempt has been met with a no or some stubborn comment that means the same as the two letters. Not now. She doesn’t say anything at all, and I take the champagne flute from her fingers before walking away. Once I’m out of sight from anyone who could start any rumors in the pompous ballroom, I take the pills from my pocket and wash them down with champagne. I’m only supposed to take two when my knee flares up, but it will be fucked when I chase my girl, and she won’t escape me.

The manor house has an attached wood, and I wait at the tree line, watching the stone entrance for my girl to reveal herself. I’ve offered to take her on a date, she says no. I was even courteous on Vlad’s wedding and said I’d drive away from the venue if she wanted to suck my dick rather than go into one of the toilets, and she still said no. But with ten seconds to spare she slowly walks out of the large manor house and descends the steps even fucking slower.

Her legs are the perfect neighbors for my cheeks and the long-sleeved embellished dress sticks to her insane body that calls for my tongue. It stops a few inches below the curve of her ass and the fuckers smoking at the bottom of the steps nearly break their necks as they take in the sight of her. Divinity is dark and powerful, just like Anastasia. It’s how she knows exactly where I’m standing, and I straighten my spine as she walks towards me.

At least she’s not coked up for once.

I’m nearly salivating when she steps in front of me, and her bored emotionless voice has me hard as she asks, “Do you need me to take you for a walk, puppy?”

I need her to fucking touch me, just once, then I’ll reciprocate by never letting my hands leave her body. I manage to keep them off her for now as I take a step back, testing her. She follows me automatically and I’ve found the thread that will pull her to me.

Keeping my voice conversational, I continue walking backwards over the mossy uneven ground. “I’ll make you a deal.”

She doesn’t say anything as she steps on a twig and takes another step.

“I’m going to close my eyes and if you kiss me, I’ll chase you to take the rest.”

The branches cover the dark sky, only allowing limited fractured moonlight to see her. I’m attuned to her; I have been ever since she caught my eye when I was sixteen and she was swiping liquor at one of her parents’ parties. She was stunning then too, but I didn’t want to fuck her, I wanted to know why she was running away. Now, I want to run with her and fuck her in the process.

Her voice finally has some emotion in it as she asks, “And if I don’t?”

I can see the tops of my cheeks from how widely I’m smiling because there’s a hint of anxiousness at the thought I’ll stop chasing her. She’s definitely mine.

“If you don’t, we’ll try something else until you’re finally where you belong.” I shrug and put my hands in my pockets, making sure there are no loose pills hiding.

Once we’re deeper into the trees so that the sounds of other people around the manor house are a mumble, I stop and close my eyes. The smell of the earth fills my nose, and an owl unhelpfully begins hooting, covering the sound of whether my girl will finally drop the act. The fallen leaves on the ground rustle but I can’t make out the sound of her heels puncturing them as warmth ghosts over my cheek.

Her lips softly brush mine and I hold the lining of my pockets to resist the urge to grab her. Fuck, she tastes sweet even without her lips fully parting. I don’t deepen the kiss or open my eyes as she slowly moves back. She’s in front of me, without her heels because her breaths touch my neck.

My voice is deeper with need as I remain unseeing and groan, “Run.”

Air brushes past me, and I open my eyes to catch sight of my girl bolting. Her heels are sitting on the ground opposite me, and she pumps her legs like a fucking athlete as she takes off. I didn’t stipulate any rule about giving her a head start, and I can hear her heart pounding over the leaves being crushed under our feet and twigs snapping as I follow her.

I nearly fall on my ass at the wide smile on her face as she steals a glance at me . It’s gone too soon as she runs deeper through the trees; the formation is less ordered, so I lose sight of her. Until the embellishments on her dress glitter under the sparse moonlight and I catch my silly girl hiding behind a tree trunk.

I don’t run to her, not physically anyway, I slow to a walk and purposefully stick to the mossy patches of earth as she tries to control her breathing. Stasi doesn’t see me as she looks in the direction she ran from, and I weave through the densely packed trees on the other side of where she’s hiding.

There’s a twig lying at the base of the trunk, and I drive my heel into it. The loud snap has her head turning towards me and her eyes widen. She’s picked the perfect spot because there’s a small clearing that gives us enough space for what I want to do to her. But she always has to run, and she makes it one step when I lunge forward and grab her hair to keep her with me.

anastasia

Fuck. My heart is racing, proving I’m alive as I collide with a hard chest. Vitali has always been the thought in the back of my head although this version of him is different. It’s another part of him that only I know about as he says, “You had your chance to run, Anastasia, now it’s time to suck.”

His voice is lower, darker, than it usually is, and I clench my thighs together, loving the new quality.

Why do I like the way he says my name like that?

Why do I like Vitali at all?

There are many questions I’m going to interrogate myself over, but those can wait because he’s not the happy puppy right now. He tightens his hold on my hair, making my scalp burn as he pushes his knee into mine, forcing me to kneel.

He doesn’t let go of my hair as he steps around me, and I throw my weight back to escape his hold. My scalp burns, a good pain adding to the proof that I’m alive, as I dig my fingers into the ground and try to claw away from him. The air is knocked out of me as he lands on top of me and straddles my chest. He pins me to the ground with his knees pressing into my biceps and his hand wrapped around my jaw.

The moonlight isn’t enough to see him clearly as he leans over me and presses his fingers against my teeth, forcing my mouth to open. The anticipation of what he’s going to do is at an all-time high, but he doesn’t undo his zipper. He slams his lips over mine and I moan into his mouth as he restricts my movements. He tastes like champagne and warmth, the opposite of me, but there’s a faint chalky taste to his tongue as he strokes it against mine.

I’m pulled up to kneel by the hold on my jaw and he rises to his full height, only removing his lips from mine at the last second. The soft breeze causes them to tingle, and the metallic thud of his belt buckle opening is like a starting pistol. I don’t look away from his eyes as he undoes his zipper, they’re more piercing in the dark and his inky hair is highlighted from the silver moonlight as he takes his dick out.

Fuck. He’s huge.

He drops his hand from my jaw to hold my throat as he strokes himself from base to tip. The pressure against my neck isn’t the reason for my breaths shallowing, it’s the glistening tip of his dick moving closer and my lips automatically part. He doesn’t push into my mouth — he uses his dick to paint my lips in his pre-cum and tightens his hold on my neck.

“Get me nice and wet so I can slide deep inside you.”

I bring my hand up to take control, but he grabs my wrist. I have two so bring the other up, but he holds both wrists in one hand and roughly pulls until I’m only balanced on my toes.

He holds his dick at my clenched lips, and I glare up at him as he slowly pushes the tip between them. His voice darkens and he roughly pulls me higher before quickly dropping my hands, making me gasp as I try not to fall. He roughly grabs my head, pulling me forward to meet his dick at the same time.

My needy moan is muffled around him and Vitali groans, not allowing the roughness to reach his words.

“Fuck, baby, I knew your mouth would be heaven.”

I grab the edges of his pockets and roughly pull his suit pants down his thighs, but he grabs my wrist before they reach his knees.

There’s no cruelty staring back at me despite the hardness in his eyes and I want to fuck him up mentally like he always does to me with his stupid comments. I quickly push my head forward, taking him to the back of my throat; his head falls back as his fingers tighten in my hair and his groan mixes with my spluttered gagging.

His fingers loosen when I push back, and I toy with the tip of his dick, using only my tongue as my throat burns. My attraction to him is growing dangerously, until he opens his fucking mouth.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve ruined me. I’m going to have to marry you.”

His pre-cum doesn’t leave a bitter taste in my mouth – his words do. And I pull back as I spit out, “You can fuck me, not marry me.”

He grabs my jaw, his fingers pushing in against my teeth as he pulls me to stand and pushes his other hand between my legs. My breath stutters in my chest as he roughly pulls my panties to the side and thrusts two fingers into me, matching the tempo of his deep voice.

“One day, you’ll stop running, Anastasia.”

A whimper breaks free as he removes his fingers to bring them to his lips. He pauses pushing them into his mouth to add, “But I might not be chasing you anymore.”

He changes his mind and marks a V over my lips with his wet fingers as though he’s claiming them. He pushes me back and smirks as I resist the urge to trace the V marked on my lips.

“Today’s not that day,” he says, darkly. “Run.”

My feet sink into the damp ground as I take a step back, keeping him in my sights. He wraps his inked fingers around his dick and strokes himself, his fist tightening and then palming the tip. Leather swishes through the cold air as he pulls his belt free and holds it limply beside him as he groans, “Three holes, two hands, and I’m taking them all, malyshka.”

Yes. And please.

Spinning on my heel, I take off in a run. I only make it two steps when my air is restricted. Warmed leather wraps around my neck and I’m pulled back into a hard chest. I kick back, only meeting air, as he pushes his knee into the back of mine. My legs go weak and my knees slam against the twigs as I hit the ground. More of my air is cut off as he holds the belt in a loop with one hand and stands over me. Each foot is planted beside my arms, and he roughly tugs on the belt until I turn my head to look at him.

“Beg me,” he continues, stroking his dick, “say you’re my little slut to train and leash.”

I punch into his elbow and seethe, “Fuck you.”

More slack is given to the leather, and I push my weight down, but he tightens his hold and my hip slams into his shin as he flips me onto my back. He drops to his knees, his eyes hardening along with his jaw as something crunches.

“That,” he grits, “wasn’t one of your options.”

Straddling my chest, he slaps his dick against my cheek and my lips part in shock. Tali is always the flirty, fun, crazy brother, he’s never overstepped the line, been disrespectful, or shown his need to cause pain. Right now, he doesn’t give a fuck, and he traps the belt under his knee to free both hands. His fingers dig into my jaw, and he pries my mouth open only to forcefully push his dick down my throat.

I moan around him, and he tightens his legs around my arms so they’re flat against my sides. Stretching his free arm back, he thrusts into my mouth and slaps between my thighs; more moans are mumbled around his dick, and he pushes two fingers into me.

My hips lift, chasing him, as he fucks me and runs his mouth.

“You’re mine now. This perfect little pussy is mine to play with and I’m going to treat it so good the stubborn shit inside of you can’t argue with me.”

I shake my head, but he pushes deeper into my mouth and clenches his teeth. “Shut the fuck up.”

Belonging to someone isn’t a possibility for me, especially someone with a reputation like Vitali, there are too many expectations, and he mirrors my thoughts as he says, “This is what you’re good for, being my dirty little whore and secret fuck hidden away from everyone else.”

I relax and smile around him because he knows too, he’s admitting that I’m not worth more.

“That’s what you are right now, Anastasia.” He thrusts into my mouth. “ My beautiful girl getting face fucked when anyone could hear you gagging on my dick.”

I moan louder, more choked, as he pushes his fingers up and leans forward. The moon makes him look sinister as he keeps me bound below him; the edges of his hair are silver, but it’s his eyes that are the most threatening. They’re so open, vulnerable, as he moans, “That’s my fucking girl.” Screwing his eyes shut, he drops his head back and forces out through clenched teeth, “This is what you needed.”

I swallow around him to stop my moans, but he drops his chin to his chest, studying me as he adds, “I am all you need.”

Panic takes over and I roughly shake my head, uncaring that he could cut off my air. Vitali will never be violent towards me, it’s not in him or he would have acted like everyone else in the years since I’ve been rejecting him — taking and taking despite me saying no.

He’s something more, better, and he leans back as he argues, “You’re mine, sweetness.”

Another shake of my head and I chase his dick as he pulls his hips back.

“Mine,” he groans as I curl my lips under my teeth and apply light pressure to his length. The groan turns into a soft moan when I shake my head, my covered teeth massaging the sensitive nerves on the underside of his dick, and his abs tense around a shaky inhale.

His belt is around my neck as he sits on my chest with his fingers inside me and his dick in my mouth, but he’s not in control. We both know I am, and the power of being able to stop the act makes it even more enticing. It’s not due to his obvious beauty or the fact he’s physical perfection, not even his moans at the feeling of me, it’s the simple fact that even though he’s doing all of these things, I could pull my head back and he’d stop. That’s what’s making me moan around him and work harder, ignoring the leather edge of his belt digging into my throat.

It turns into a choked scream as he roughly pulls his fingers free and slams his hand down between my thighs as he repeats more forcefully, “Mine.”

My legs kick out at the pleasurable sting, and he pushes three fingers into me. My eyes roll back at the sound of his moans and his hips rock, fucking my mouth, as he alternates between fucking me with his fingers and quick harsh slaps directly on my clit.