by Marian Tee
“Ssh!” Vassi’s hand shot up, clamping over her mouth.
When it didn’t seem enough, he pushed two fingers inside of her mouth, and she sucked on them hungrily, using it to keep herself silent as he continued to worship her pussy with his mouth. A moment later he dragged her up, Vassi carrying her to the dressing table.
“What—-”
He settled on the chair, placed her on his lap, his fingers still inside of her pussy and mouth. They were facing the mirror, her back against his chest, and as she stared at him through their shared reflection, he slid a third finger inside of her and began fucking her with his hand.
Aaaah! It was incredibly erotic and impossibly arousing, seeing their lewd image reflected on the mirror. He had placed her legs over each armrest, leaving her pussy wide open. She couldn’t stop herself from watching the way his fingers went in and out of her pussy, with every thrust making her body rock against him. She sucked on his fingers hard, using it to keep her screams inside.
He whispered into her ear, “I want to see you like this every day, leech.”
Aaah!
“Every night, every second, whether we’re alone here at home or outside.”
She began to shudder, the pleasure starting to become uncontrollable.
“You want it, don’t you? My dirty little sister wants it too, right?
He chose that same moment to press his thumb down against her clit, and her body splintered apart at her orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, replacing it with his kiss, his tongue thrusting in as she screamed. She screamed and screamed, coming so hard that she could feel her own cum leaking down her thighs and his.
But it was far from over.
As the last waves of pleasure that racked her body started to die down, she realized Vassi had carried her to the couch. This time, he had her facing him on his lap, and he was slowly lowering her on his erection.
She stiffened. “V-Vassi?” She knew what was happening of course, but even so she was still worried and nervous about how it would finally feel, of how much it would hurt, and whether she could ever please him.
“It will cause you less pain like this.” His voice was rough with need, and she belatedly noticed the strain on his expression, which showed just how much he was controlling his urges to take care of her.
“Trust me, solnishka moya. I won’t cause you pain as long as I can help it.”
She nodded. “I k-know.” And it was true. Always, whenever Vassi was mad at her, it had always been for her own good, and she knew that no matter what happened, he would never hurt her without reason.
Even so, she couldn’t stop her thighs from trembling the closer and closer her pussy came to the head of his dick. Eventually, his dick started to slip in, and she bit her lip. It felt weird and good at the same time, having something of Vassi feel her and knowing that it wasn’t just his fingers this time.
He kept pushing her down, gently but steadily, and eventually the entire head of his dick disappeared into her pussy.
Oh.
She couldn’t take her gaze away as her pussy took in more of his dick, inch and inch until both of them felt the flimsiest barrier blocking his entrance.
Their eyes met.
“D-do it.”
His hands tightened on her hips, and then he pushed his own hips up, plunging his erection deep into her. His dick tore past the barrier of her virginity, and it was painful enough to have her gasp and her eyes widen.
Her nails clawed deep into his back. “V-Vassi!”
“I know, solnishka moya. But it’s over now.” Clutching her tightly to him, Vassi pressed a kiss to her hair even as he struggled to keep himself in check and preventing his body from moving. Moments passed, and each second felt like an hour, with the way the urge to move and fuck the hell out of her continued to torment him.
“Does it still hurt?” he asked hoarsely.
“I d-don’t t-think so...” She moved her hips experimentally, pushing up and down, moving towards every direction, and she gasped, the pleasure caused by the motions of her body catching her by surprise.
Knowing that her body had finally adjusted, he carefully held her by the waist and slowly lifted her up and down his dick. He kept the pace steady and slow, and his thrusts were similarly gentle.
Her fingers tightened around his shoulders. “Vassi.”
He looked up at her. “What?”
Even as her face flamed, she couldn’t stop herself from whispering, “M-more. Please.”
His eyes glittered. “More what?”
She bit her lip. “You know.”
“But I don’t,” he purred. “And I won’t know,until you tell me.”
“Mudak.”
But his lips only curved while his seductive gaze promised her endless pleasure...only if she said the words.
She choked out, “Faster.”
And before she could say anything else, he was already doing it, his hips pumping up and down, his thrusts rapid enough to have her head swim.
“What else?” he asked.
“D-deeper. H-harder—-aaah!”
It was like his dick was pummeling her pussy now, but oh God, it felt so good, this rough, hard kind of fucking. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned into him as she bounced up and down his cock, riding him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Cup your breasts, Seri,” he commanded, and when she did, she was shocked to have his mouth latch onto her breast, sucking her nipple even as his dick continued to plunge in and out of her. She clutched his head to her breast as she rocked her body against his, unable to believe that sex with Vassi could give her this much pleasure.
He thought it was just sexual infatuation, but it wasn’t.
She felt this good only because she loved him.
Her lips parted as the urge to spill her feelings out became impossible to repress, but before she could speak a word, Vassi had chosen the same moment to pinch her clit with his two fingers.
“Aaaaaaaah!” It was too much, and she found herself coming again, shuddering in his arms. A moment later, she felt him stiffening, and then his cum was shooting into her pussy, Vassi filling her with the heat of his seed.
She swayed on her feet when it was all over, causing him to chuckle before he swept her up in his arms and carried her to bed.
She thought it was all over by then, but it still wasn’t.
“Vassi?” she asked weakly as she felt him flipping her to her stomach and then pulling her up so she could get on her fours, with her butt in the air.
When he settled on his knees behind her, his hands clutching her hips, confusion turned into alarm. “A-are you kidding—-”
But he was already sliding his dick inside.
“Oh my God, are you kidding——ah!”
He was thrusting faster and faster.
“It’s my first time, you jerk, and——” She bit back a scream as Vassi pushed his dick deep enough for the head of his erection to brush against the walls of her womb.
Bo zheh moy.
How could he make her want him over and over?
“You can take it, can’t you, leech?” He bit her ear from behind, and as she jerked against him, he chuckled, whispering in a velvety voice, “You want it as much as I do. Da?”
She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Da.”
“Good girl.” And as if to reward her, he cupped her breasts and began squeezing and kneading it as he shoved his dick into her faster and faster. Soon, she was panting, and the world around her started to turn.
All she could hear was the sound of their bodies slapping against his each other, the slide of his wet dick in and out of her pussy, and the harsh grunts of his pleasure mingling with her pants.
All she could smell was their arousal.
All she could feel was him.
“One more, leech. Come for me one last time.”
Turning her head to the side, he kissed her from behind and plunged his dic
k into her pussy.
She came hard, just like he wanted, and he came with her.
Cum filled her pussy, all the way to the brim until it was running down her legs.
I love you, she thought sleepily when it was all over and Vassi was cleaning and soaping her under the shower. She loved him, but she also knew she didn’t deserve to stand by his side if she wasn’t completely honest with him.
So she had to tell him about Max.
When she felt him carry her back to the bedroom and lay her on the bed, she turned to her side, knowing that she had to tell him before anything else happened. “Max...”
He stiffened.
When he turned to her, Seri was already asleep.
Chapter Ten
“Come in,” Misha called out briefly when he heard the knock on the door. A moment later, he saw Maximilian coming inside and he lowered his pen back on the table, his face smoothing into an unreadable expression. Although he had gotten along well with the younger man, Misha still didn’t know him well enough to consider him worthy of dating his baby sister.
Gesturing to the chair across him, he said, “Have a seat.”
“Thanks,” Maximilian said with a brief smile. “But actually, I don’t mean to take up much of your time. I just wanted to ask if you know if Seri’s still coming to uni today? We were supposed to meet for lunch.”
Ah. Misha shook his head, saying thoughtfully, “So she kept it from you, too?”
Maximilian frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“She had a fever this morning,” Misha explained.
“So that’s why she hasn’t been answering her phone,” Maximilian said absently. It was his first time to care this much about a girl, and he wasn’t exactly certain what to do about it. He knew he wasn’t in love with her, but he was attracted to Misha’s younger sister, more so than usual.
His first instinct was to ask if they had taken her to see a doctor, but these were the Grachyovs. There wasn’t anything he could afford that they couldn’t afford as well.
Observing the frown on the younger guy’s face, Misha relented enough to explain, “You don’t have to worry. She’s always been quick to recover, and I’m willing to bet she’ll be back in school tomorrow.”
“I wish she had told me though,” Maximilian said gruffly.
“Don’t take it personally. She also asked us to keep it from Vassi, but of course we had to tell him. She’s always been like that, never wanting to rely on anyone, especially if she thinks she’s just going to cause trouble.” Misha rolled his eyes, adding, “Unfortunately, it’s also a fact she gets better more quickly with that brat around.”
“Brat?” Maximilian echoed blankly.
Misha grinned. “It means ‘brother’ in Russian, sorry, and by brat, I mean Vassi.”
Something that suspiciously felt too much like jealousy had Maximilian’s jaw clenching. He didn’t want to think of Seri being taken care of by the other man, but there was no way he could change the past. The only thing he could do was take control of the present.
“Is it okay if I drop by your place so I can check on Seri?”
There was a momentary pause before Misha nodded. “I’ll text you our address.”
“Thanks.”
Maximilian left Misha’s office at the lab soon after, and when he received the other guy’s text, he had the urge to drive straight to Seri’s home. But he had to take things slow, he told himself. He had to be strategic.
Deciding to head to the Grachyovs’ residence once he was done with his extracurricular work at the lab, it was almost ten in the evening when Maximilian made it to Seri’s place. He had to provide his ID at the gates, and when he made it to the front doors, he had to pass another security check before he was allowed inside.
Inside, a butler took him straight to a receiving room in time to see the one person he would rather not meet coming down the stairs.
Seri’s brother appeared unsurprised at the sight of him. Vassi was dressed casually in a shirt and loose slacks, but even so, the other man exuded the kind of arrogance and power that was more typical of men twice his age.
He could see why Seri would be attracted to the other guy, Maximilian acknowledged grimly. And since he had done his research on Vassi Grachyov, he was now aware as well that the other guy happened to be a famous celebrity.
It didn’t matter to him one bit, though.
Maximilian knew he had just as much to offer on the table, and considering what an ass this guy had been to Seri, he was probably more capable of caring for her, too.
“Maximilian Rockford, correct?” Vassi’s tone was polite. “Your visit to my sister’s appreciated, but I’m afraid she’s already gone to sleep.”
That was probably true, he thought grimly, but the air of possessiveness around Vassi also told him in plain words that Seri wasn’t sleeping just because she was sick.
No, something had happened between them, and Maximilian shook his head in disgust. “Really, Grachyov? Even in her condition?”
Vassi stiffened. He had no trouble at all deciphering what Maximilian was insinuating. Rockford knew about him and Seri, and there was only one way that could have happened.
She had told the other man about it, he realized.
Seri had betrayed him.
The knowledge devastated Vassi. It didn’t make any sense, it wasn’t like the Seri he had known and cared for his entire life. But the truth was inescapable, staring back at him in the form of a six-foot-tall scientist who was already more than halfway in love with his sister.
“Since it seems you know everything, I suppose there’s no point pretending.” Vassi had schooled his face into an expressionless mask as he spoke, not wanting to let Rockford know how much his revelation had affected Vassi. “Seri,” he drawled with an offhanded shrug, “was the one who said it’s what she needs. And I always give her what she wants.” His tone was deceptively casual, but the smirk on Vassi’s lips made it clear exactly what he was talking about.
Bastard, Maximilian thought. Vassi’s arrogance pissed him off, but not as much as the way the other man continued to seemingly take Seri’s feelings for granted.
Without missing a beat, he asked, “Do you know why Seri wanted to keep her illness a secret from you?”
Vassi mockingly gestured for him to continue. “Enlighten me, please.”
“It was because she was afraid you’d stop her from seeing me.” It was a calculated risk, but Maximilian had always been good at calculating odds, and when he saw Grachyov’s face harden, he knew his bluff had been successful. “So you see, you’re not all that she wants.”
Goddamn son of a bitch.
The thought that Seri wanted to secretly meet with this man had Vassi feeling murderous, but he managed to rein his temper in. Ever since the huge fight he and his brothers had gotten into the previous Christmas, he had vowed to himself he wouldn’t let anything similar happen.
“Thank you for the information,” Vassi said politely. “Shall I congratulate you on turning my sister’s head around with your pretty looks?” He paused. “You do know that’s all there is to it, don’t you? And that at the end of the day, if she had to make a choice, she’d choose us – her family – over you.” His lip curled. “And just for the record, I don’t think you’re good enough for Seri.”
Maximilian laughed humorlessly. “And you are, the way you’ve been treating her like a dirty little secret—-”
“Don’t talk about her like that,” Vassi snapped.
“That’s rich,” Maximilian snarled, “considering you’ve acted worse towards her, and you know it.” He knew, by the way Vassi’s eyes flashed, he had scored another point, but it left him feeling hollow because he also knew he was digging a deeper grave for Seri.
“You seem to know everything about us,” Vassi said tightly.
Fuck. Maximilian knew then that if he had the chance to take his words back, he would have. Scoring points like a goddamn kid was useless if it me
ant having Seri bear the brunt of Vassi’s anger.
“I found out about it accidentally,” he muttered. “So don’t be mad at her.”
“And you expect me to believe you, of course,” Vassi drawled.
His fists clenched. “No, I don’t, but I expect you to know your sister well enough to trust her.”
Vassi gestured to the door. “It’s time for you to leave, I think.”
Maximilian didn’t budge. “Just don’t fucking blame her for this, okay?”
Vassi only smiled. “How I deal with my sister is a family matter—-”
“Fuck you.” Maximilian headed towards the doors but stopped just as he reached for the knob. Turning, he told Vassi harshly, “I’ll do whatever it takes to steal her away from you. Someone like you will never deserve a girl like Seri.”
Vassi smirked. “You’ve only known her for a few days, and you act like you know everything about her.”
“While you’ve known her your entire life, and yet you’re the one who’s been taking her for granted.”
Chapter Eleven
“Miss Seri?” The steady knocking on her door gradually woke Seri up, and when she glanced at her bedside clock, she was even more confused. Why was someone trying to wake her up at two in the morning?
Forcing herself to get up, she groggily shrugged into her robe and made her way towards the door.
It was one of the maids working the graveyard shift. “I was told to inform you as soon as Master Vassi came back home, miss.”
Oh.
The mention of Vassi’s name sobered her up, and she thanked the maid before hurrying down the stairs. She had woken up this morning to find Vassi gone, and none of her calls or texts to him had gone answered.
It was almost like he was done with her after what happened, but she didn’t want to believe that of Vassi. He might not be in love with her, but she was sure that he loved her as a sister.
He wouldn’t hurt her like that...right?
Tears pricked her eyes at the thought, and she impatiently wiped them away. If there was one thing she hated about falling in love, then it was how it could turn one’s world upside down. Things she used to be completely certain of now made her insecure, and things she thought she would never have to worry about were keeping her up at night.
