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"We're going on a road trip. We're going on a road trip." I hum, dancing around.

Nikolai side-eyes me. "Have you packed our stuff yet?"

I roll my eyes. "I'm not your mom. You got to pack your own stuff."

Nikolai puts his hands around my waist from the back and puts his face on the crook of my neck. "I don't want to. Please." He whines.

I'm dead.

I groan. "Fine. But it's not going to work all the time. D-don't expect me to pack your things all the time."

Nikolai smirks. "Why not? I like watching you pack my shit. It's hot."

"Are you being sexist?"

Nikolai rolls his eyes. "Are you bitching right now?"

I turn to him. "Oh, so you're calling your wife a bitch?"

Nikolai shrugs. "What's coming from your mouth is called bitching."

I roll my eyes. "What would my dear sexist husband call bitching so that I may refrain from ever speaking in such a way," I say sarcastically.

Nikolai groans. "I said you looked hot when you did shit for me, goddamn Bellamy."

I giggle, and then my giggle turned into laughter.

I look up at him and stop laughing. "I'm sorry. That wasn't funny, sir."

Nikolai narrows his eyes. "Exactly what I fucking thought."

I sigh. "Babes, you...you have no swimwear at all."

Nikolai shrugs. "We're not going on vacation, Bellamy."

I pout. "Yes, we are."

"No, we're not."

I roll my eyes. "Then what was the point of getting a luxury sprinter or saying that we're going on a road trip?"

"We're going to the countryside, not some hotel with an indoor pool."

"We can swim in the beaches or lakes,"

Nikolai smirks, caging me between the bed and him. "We don't need swimwear for that."

I furrow my brows. "What—? Oh, are you trying to get me pregnant?"

Nikolai narrows his eyes again. "I suggested that we go skinny dipping, and your first fucking thought is that I want to impregnate you?"

I sigh. "My Pum Pum is tired. You can't blame me for attempting to turn you off."

"The fuck is a pom-pom?"

I shake my head, laughing. "Don't worry about it."

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"Nikolai! Ah, I said I was joking." I say between laughter as he throws me onto the bed in the bus.

"I fucking told you. Stop calling me your fucking bro. I'm not your fucking bro."

He climbs on top of me as I laugh my shit off, making it worse for me. But I can't stop laughing. I've been calling him bro for the past two hours, his reactions are so funny, and now I've got myself fucked up cause he parked the bus and yanked me off my chair.

"Stop fucking laughing."

I cover my mouth, trying to stop. "I'm sorry...bro."

I swear I see Nikolai's vein pop.

"Strip."

I stop laughing. "Excuse me?"

Nikolai sneers. "I said strip."

I cup my ear. "Bro, I can't hear–"

Nikolai rips my shirt open, knowing full well it was my favorite one. First, it was my favorite pair of panties. Now, it's my favorite shirt.

"Nikolai!"

He groped my boobs, and I hum in pleasure, reaching for his shirt, but he grabs my arms. "Don't fucking touch me."

Nikolai spun me over on my stomach, taking off his belt and tying my hands behind my back. He shoves off my pants and rips my panties.

"You wanna fucking call me, bro? Who the fuck do you think I am?"

I snort. "Bro, chill."

Nikolai plunges his fingers in from behind. He doesn't wait for me to adjust before pumping his fingers in and out of me. I struggle with my hands tied behind my back as I cry out. "Please."

Nikolai scoffs, still fucking my hole with his fingers. "Always fucking begging. Such a disrespectful fucking slut."

Nikolai forces his fingers out of me on purpose, bringing me so close to the edge.

"Nikolai." I whimper, trying to squeeze out of the belt. "Please take this off me," I beg.

"No." Nikolai grits out, plunging into me, fucking me tirelessly. My body bounces back with each hard thrust, repeatedly hitting my cervix. Nikolai pulls my legs up and hammers into me from a new position as my eyes roll back, and my hands are desperate to get out.

"Please don't stop."

"Don't cum."

Excuse me?

Nikolai pushes hard into me and grinds on me. Sending me overboard, screaming his name.

Oops

Nikolai isn't too happy, though. He smacks my ass hard, no doubt leaving a print, and continues to pound me until I'm close again. "I said don't cum."

I'm on the verge of tears; the belt restraining me makes this every bit as hard for me. "Nikolai, please let me cum; I can't," I beg.

"No."

But I came again, which earned me another slap to the ass. This one was harder.

Nikolai snorts. "Stop cumming."

I whimper. "When are you going to fucking cum already?!"

He's still fucking me. I can't believe he's still going on. I'm on my way to my third orgasm.

"Unlike you, I can hold out my orgasm when a slut needs punishing."

I groan at his barbaric words.

You're sick.

She likes being degraded.

Sick.

I came, again and again, being smack harder every time until I couldn't take it anymore. I'm sobbing and yelping helplessly in between moans because the pleasure's too much.

"Nikolai, please. I'm sorry, please take off the belt. I won't call you bro ever again." I say with tears rolling down my face.

Wish I wore mascara.

Sick.

Nikolai grunts, pulling me up by my hair. "What am I then?"

Does he want to be called daddy?

No, he hates that.

"My outrageously fucking sex god of a husband."

Nikolai chuckles before taking off the belt, allowing me to grab onto something as he jabs deep inside me and cums inside of me as I have my fifth orgasm. "Fucking hell."

He pulls out. "Next time you call me, bro, I'm doing that to your ass."

He smacks my tender ass and sits back down on the driver's seat. Leaving me sore and with his cum pouring out of me.

How am I supposed to get up?

"Nikolai, can you help me?" I slur a little.

"Why?"

Excuse me?

"Nikolai, you fucked me sore. I'm so numb right now I need help."

I can feel the smugness coming from Nikolai. I don't even have to turn around.

You can't whore.

"Figure it out. I personally like the view."

"You mean of my red ass cheeks seeping with your cum?"

"Yes, is there a fucking problem?"

"No, sir," I grumble.

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After fifteen hours of sitting in the car, we finally got to St. Francisville. Nikolai's a little angry with me because I took thirty minutes to remember where Winola's mother lived, and he was holding a grudge against me for calling him, bro.

Winola's old farmhouse. I came here a few times with Bentley and Xami during college. I moved to Louisiana from New Jersey to go to college, so coming to Winola's house was a regular thing. After college, Winola, Xami, and I decided to get a house together, and then Bentley invited himself. Brandi was gonna move in with us, but she didn't really like Xami.

We pull into the driveway, and I limp out of the car. My legs and between them are worn out.

"We don't have a plan," Nikolai grumbles.

I wave him off. "Just trash the place a little, threaten, hold a gun to her head, and make her stay away for good."

Nikolai sighs. "This is so fucking stupid."

"No, it's not. It's the best I can come up with."

"Exactly my point."

I glare at Nikolai. "Are you questioning my intelligence?"

Nikolai shrugs. "I don't need to."

My nose twitches. "Do you want to get physical?"

Nikolai furrows his brows. "What?"

I start to walk to the door. "Exactly."

Nikolai grabs me from behind, raises me up, drops me on the ground, and walks to the door, leaving me on the floor.

"That was abuse!" I yell.

"Find me two fucks to give."

I roll my eyes before getting up and bumping into Nikolai before knocking on the door.

Winola's mother, Mrs. Grady, opens the door. "Bella! How–"

"Her name's Bellamy." Nikolai grits out.

Mrs. Grady furrows her brows. "Who are–"

"Her husband, you've got a problem?"

Mrs. Grady smiles hesitantly. "Of course not. I've been waiting till the cows come home for Bellamy and Winola. Y'all have been over yonder for far too long." Mrs. Grady looks over her shoulder. "Where's my baby?"

I smile. "She's not here. I decided to come visit because I wanted to talk to you about something."

Mrs. Grady opens her door wider. "Well, of course, come in." Mrs. Grady giddily walks us to the dining table. "Denny! Get over here. Look what the cat dragged in for us today."

Denver Grady, Winola's father, comes in and raises his eyebrows. "Well, I'll be damned. I haven't seen you since your graduation. I remember you fell face first while y'all went skating." Denny laughs at the thought as I groan.

Nikolai's gonna use this against me.

"Oh, hush up, Denver. They're our guests."

"Of course, I'll leave you be, Velma. I've got to go milk the cows."

That was her name, Velma.

After Denny leaves, Nikolai and I straighten up.

"Velma, what happened to Winola's son."

Velma sighs. "I don't know, peach. She gave him up."

Nikolai scoffs. "No, she didn't."

Velma's eyes widen, but she remains composed. "Young man, listen here. You've been disrespectful since I set my eyes on you, and I don't appreciate–"

"How would Winola appreciate her mother lying to her."

Velma clears her throat. "Young man–"

"Nikolai."

"Nikolai, I have not lied to anyone."

I sigh, putting a hand on Nikolai's. I can tell that Nikolai's annoyed by her. "Velma, we know what you did, what you planned to do, and what you thought about Winola's rape. We're bringing him back, and we're asking you to stay away."

Velma slams the table, standing up. "You–!"

Nikolai cocks his gun, also standing up.

"What in the Sam Hill!" Velma exclaims.

"We're going to bring the fucking boy back, and you're not going to do anything. If he dies, I'll kill you. If the airplane crashes on its way here, I'll kill you. If he gets into a car accident, I'll kill you. If he breaks his leg, I fucking kill you. If you fucking contact Winola again, you can kiss your fucking life goodbye, do you understand?" Nikolai grits out.

Velma nods. "Y-yes, I understand."

Nikolai nods. "Good." Nikolai puts his gun back and looks at me. "We don't need to trash the place. The bitch fucking gets it."

"I hope you do."

Nikolai and I start walking out.

"What happened to you? You used to be a sweet girl. I thought you were."

I turn around. "You used to be a good mother. I thought you were."

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Word count: 1,725

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