Chapter 14 Constance #2
I’on like the look on her face or the fact it’s geared towards me when everyone saw me walk in and sit next to Pyper. Mikhail came in and scooped me into his arms like a fucking ragdoll. I had no say!
So why the fuck is she looking at me with them eyeballs? Feeling petty, I turn so that our bodies are flush, my front to his front, and I wrap my arms around his neck. This man is like a vulture as he grabs my ass and drags me further up, grabbing my face, pulling me into a hot ass kiss.
“Ugnnn!” I whimper, shaking.
“Pechenye, my greedy girl… have you not had enough?” He smirks and goosebumps run over my body, thinking about how he ate my pussy and fucked me tenderly last night over and over.
I smile like that Nene Leakes meme when I see her growl and walk off.
Bitch, don’t ruin my dick-cation with your fucked up engagement!
“No,” I answer his question honestly because if I’m dead ass, I want some dick… and pussy, every day until I go home. This will be the vacation akin to Freaknik. Misha laughs, cupping my jaw.
“I like your greediness, Pechenye.” He kisses me again, and this time I hear Pyper gag.
“Ugh, not next to me!” She curls her lips, and I cackle.
“Hush and stop cock blocking,” I grit, and she rolls her eyes, winking with a smirk as the surrounding area goes quiet and I turn to see Grandpa Viktor approach us. Shit! Shit! Shit!
I can’t even open my mouth to do my normal greeting to him because of how ashamed I feel, but it’s not me he’s looking to, but Mikhail.
“I zhought I told you to be discreet,” he voices, and Mikhail grabs me by the waist.
“You did…and I said I vould zhink about it.”
“And?” I go to get up, wanting to get the hell away from this situation, but he slams me back down on his dick.
“And a conclusion has been reached,” he states dryly, and Grandpa Viktor closes his eyes, gritting his jaw.
“I see…” He turns from Mikhail and back to me. I’m fully prepared for him to look at me with contempt, but he takes my hand and kisses the back of it. “It’s good to see you today, my dear.” He smiles kindly.
“Y-you too, Grandpa Viktor,” I stammer and he walks off as I flop back against Misha. Damn… this is going to give me a heart attack.
“Misha,” I call out to him in a deadpan voice, and he runs his hand over my belly.
“Yes, Pechenye?” My chest tightens. Every time he calls me that, I short-circuit a little. There’s no damn way that nickname should sound that tender… especially knowing its origins.
“Can you please let me up? I’ve had to pee for a while now.” I peek at him, craning my neck back and seeing his expression upside down, and he chuckles.
“Da…” He removes his hand. “But you have zhree minutes,” he grumbles.
“W-wait… three minutes?! What the hell am I supposed to do with that?!”
“Pee and come back to me,” he states, and my jaw hits the mother fucking floor as Pyper snorts next to me.
“Told you so.” Ugh, shut up.
“And what if I take longer?!” I throw him a smug smirk and he tilts his head, causing me to flinch.
“Don’t,” he states coolly and I groan.
“Told youuuuu soooo,” Pyper sings this time, and I narrow my eyes in a glare at her.
“Ugh, at least give me five!” I grit and he smirks, sitting back.
“Fine…” I turn, practically running to the bathroom, but shit… all the ones downstairs are taken! So I go upstairs in this mansion that overlooks the racetrack and pray that the first one I come up on is empty, practically jumping for joy when it is! Yay me!
I go inside, locking the door, and the moment I release, I exhale, like all the tension has flown from my body. Quickly, I wipe and flush, then wash my hands, wondering how much time I have left on the clock, then exit the door, nearly bumping into someone.
“My ba— Oh...” the words die on my lips as I see Veronica’s ass standing there with a scowl.
Oh lord… here we go.
“You vhore,” she hisses, stepping closer and I throw my head back, exhausted.
“Okay… go on.” I look at her blankly and apparently my unbotheredness makes her seethe harder.
“You are a poor, loud, desperate American slut vho doesn’t know vhen she’s being used.”
“Oop.” I blink. “That’s a lot of words for Elmo!” I smile and her eyes flash.
“Issssss zhisssss fun for you? Embarrasssssing yourssssself? Climbing all over someone vho doessssn’t even vant you? Befriending people vho do not like you? You are a vhore going after someone’sssss HUSBAND! You… you fucking HOMEVRECKER!” why the fuck this bitch sound like Sylvester the cat?
“Husband?” I huff, low and syrupy. “Let me make three things clear to you. One, I want nothing from that man, but dick, NOT feelings. Not his mansion, cars, or whatever the hell else comes attached to him or his monetary value. Two, this is all fun and games to me.
I leave in a few days and get to look back at this as a blast from the past while you will be seething at the next bitch your so-called husband chooses to pick up.
And three, I might be a whore and a slut, but this week, I’m Misha’s whore to slut out, and every bitch in that box can see there was never a house to wreck. No warmth. No love. No him.
Truthfully, I feel bad for you. While I’m home taking my ass to work and minding my business, you will be sitting here day after day, week after week, year after year arguing with the new bitches your so-called husband brings in.
It’s tragic, honestly. But if you’re still confused, maybe go check on your HUSBAND.
You know, the one who put my ass through the mattress every fucking day since I got here and gently fucked me to sleep in his arms the other night?
He might have a better idea of what house is really getting wrecked, because I have no earthly clue. ”
“You zhink you’re special, but you’re not! I’ve been eating Nadya’s pussy and sucking Dimitri’s dick vell before you came into the picture. For Misha, you’re just a fling. Stop embarrassing yourself!” She stops and I throw my head back, laughing.
“Fucking finally… you hear what the fuck I’m saying. I know I’m just a fling… and I don’t care. I’m an unbothered fling, I’m a well-fucked fling, I’m a get my pussy ate and throat fucked fling… I’m a fling who’s now taken your place. Now go cry about it, bitch, and leave me the fuck alone.”
I spin on my heel, going right back to where I’m supposed to be, right into Mikhail’s lap again, and look up to see her watching me over the banister. She only fumes more as he pulls me close and presses a kiss to my temple before he tucks his head into the curve of my neck.
And a bitch feels like Phaedra Parks when she read Kenya Moore for the filth on the Real Housewives of Atlanta Season Six Reunion. Now check that. I say internally as she groans loud as hell, but no one pays attention her as she stomps off and out of the mansion, slamming the door behind her.
“You good, Pechenye?” he whispers in my ear and I twist in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing his ear.
“Da, Misha,” I moan, and I immediately feel him get hard.
“You took five minutes and one second… I’ll have to punish you for zhat,” he growls, and I shudder with anticipation.
“Please.”
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispers, taking my lips in a kiss that makes my heart hammer.
Not me lying to that girl…
I don’t want anything from him but dick… lie.
I will think of this as a blast from the past… lie.
This is all fun and games… lie.
I haven’t caught feelings… lie.
My heart hurts… I’m just as dumb as she is…
All the way caught up.
Fuck.