by Marian Tee
And could she really blame him?
Chapter Fourteen
It was seven in the morning, and pain just wouldn’t let her sleep.
She stared up at her ceiling, wishing she could see the sheep that she was supposed to count. But instead all she saw were men.
Handsome men, rich men, accomplished men---
And they were all men that Vassi had shoved down her throat, just so he could get rid of her.
Since his friends had arrived, Vassi had made sure she spent a reasonable amount of time with each and every one of them. They all got to dance with her, they all got to talk to her – they got to do everything while Vassi stood in the sidelines, watching over them like a kind older brother.
And always, his mouth would have that savagely beautiful smile, terrifying her into silence, forcing her to swallow every protest and sob.
Throughout it, he had been alone, not talking or looking at another girl even though they both knew almost every female in the party would have died for the chance to spend even a few minutes in his company.
It was as if he wanted her to know that this was not about making one or the other jealous.
No, it was far simpler than that, and far more hurtful.
The truth was all in his savagely beautiful smile.
But even so, she couldn’t help thinking she had to try one last time.
One last try, Seri thought feverishly.
Just one last try.
She lifted her phone and before she could let herself think twice about what she intended to do, she had already finished texting her message---
Can you come to my room? I need to talk to you about Fyodor and the others.
She pressed Send.
It was a lie, but she also knew there was nothing more effective in getting him to move.
And she was right.
Barely a minute had passed when Vassi came knocking on the door. “Leech?” His voice was harsh, and she knew she had made him mad.
Good, Seri thought recklessly. Anything was better than the pleasantly detached way he had treated her in the last hours of the party, like she was someone to be humored until he could find a way to dump her on another guy’s lap and forget about her.
She opened the door, and without meeting his eyes, she said, “Come in.”
“Seri---”
She shook her head. “Inside, please.”
She turned away and as she walked towards her bed, she heard him expel his breath in seeming frustration, followed by the click of a door as he pushed it close.
His footsteps echoed the rampaging sound of her heartbeat, and she clenched her hands, now clammy with sweat.
She stopped when they stood between her study desk and bed.
“What is it?” His voice was cold, like he was trying to warn her from being emotional.
Seri swallowed back a hysterical laugh. Too late.
She whirled around and threw herself at him, using her strength to push him towards the bed.
He cursed under his breath as he fell on the mattress, but before he could say another word, she had already straddled him and covered his mouth with hers.
She kissed him with all she had, and after one tense, silent moment in which he only remained stiff and unresponsive---
She felt it.
His hands driving up, digging into the tresses of her hair.
And then he was kissing her.
Hard.
Deep.
His tongue thrust into her mouth, and she moaned. His hands moved down her body, gripping the cheeks of her bottom, and then he was thrusting up, grinding his erection against her, and she couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t stop rocking herself against his dick, couldn’t stop hoping---
And then it was over.
Vassi had wrenched his mouth away from hers, and as Seri’s eyes flew open, she found herself staring down at his beautiful face.
She stared at him, and his eyes told her that he knew. He knew what the kiss meant, and he knew that she had succeeded in making it impossible for him to deny what her feelings were.
He knew.
And yet---
It was that smile again.
That smile that was savage in its ability to hurt her and him---
That smile that told her he would do everything to get rid of her, if he had to, if she ended up being a threat to his family---
“Had enough practice?” His tone was polite, even concerned, and she could only stare at him, his words confusing her even as they made her bleed, just like his smile.
He gently but firmly pushed her off him. “I hope that helps improve your sex voice. I’ve heard from your manager that it’s your weakness.” He stood up and looked down at her. “Take it from me, though. I’m an expert and you don’t need any more practice than this. Your moans sounded great.”
She watched him leave, and still she couldn’t make herself say a word.
All she could think about was that…
He knew.
He knew…and he was ignoring it.
The pain was too much, and she tried, like she always did, to ignore it with work. Her limbs felt too heavy, and she practically had to crawl to get to her desk. Her fingers were abnormally clumsy as she moved them over the touchpad. She should start recording the emotional scene between Aya and Shinta while she was feeling like this, Seri told herself. It would be a shame, Seri thought feverishly, to let her heartbreak go to waste when she could use it for work.
Seri clicked Play.
The girl on the screen started to cry.
She started to cry with the female character, and that was when she realized she couldn’t stop.
Because all of a sudden, she remembered the way Vassi had looked at her, and she had realized something even more painful to swallow.
Vassi had always known.
From the very start, he had always known.
From the very start, he had made his choice.
And he had not chosen---
Seri didn’t allow herself to finish the thought. It would kill her if she did, and she owed her family to be strong. Work, she thought dully, she had to work. If she worked hard enough, she would forget this pain one day. If she worked hard enough, she would learn to see him the way she was supposed to.
As she stared sightlessly at her browser, Seri belatedly noticed the red light blinking from her laptop. Had she forgotten to stop recording herself from yesterday’s exercise?
She clicked on the web camera’s icon and played back the last few minutes.
* * *
Someone knocked on the door, and Vassi breathed harshly, seriously contemplating throwing his glass against the door so whoever it was would get the fucking point and leave---
Another knock, and then he heard the sound that he both loved and despised with all his heart.
“Vassi. It’s me.”
Seri.
He stared at the door, incredulous, frustrated, furious, but more than anything else, he was also desperately doing his best to resist the urge to fling the door open, haul her sexy little ass inside his room, and give her – give them – what they both fucking wanted.
What the fuck did she want now?
Was she a fucking glutton for punishment?
Hadn’t what he’d done on her goddamn party been enough to make her see that nothing could ever happen between them?
Seri knocked again. “I won’t leave until you talk to me. And you have to do so now, because Papa could wake up anytime and---”
He got her fucking point, and he stalked to the door. Opening it, he yanked her inside. Although he made sure he didn’t hurt her at all, he also knew he was handling her more roughly than usual, causing hurt to flicker in her eyes.
Good, he thought grimly. She had to understand that only pain was waiting for her at the end of this path.
“What is it?” he snapped.
Seri offered him her iPhone.
He didn’t take it. “What’s that for?”<
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Her hand noticeably trembling, she raised her phone at eye level with him and clicked on the Play button.
Vassi whitened when he realized what he was hearing and seeing.
What the fuck?
And that was when he heard her say, “If you don’t want me to show this to Papa, you’ll a-agree to be my boyfriend in secret, and y-you’ll do everything I want you to do.”
Then she was spinning around, almost running out of his room as if she didn’t want to give him a chance to bully her into changing her mind.
Vassi closed his eyes.
I give up.
I fucking give up.
* * *
WATCH OUT FOR PART 2!
Dear Reader,
Thank you for reading Part 1 of 3 of Vassi and Seri’s story. I really hope you enjoyed it. If you’ve read the original excerpt of this book, I’m sure you’ve noticed that a couple of things have changed (hopefully for the better). I just want to assure you that this is still essentially the same story, and Vassi is still the same guy who made a cameo of sorts in the bonus chapter for Drawn: His Secret Toy. If you haven’t read that yet, I hope you give it a chance.
And now, without further ado, let me share with you a sneak peek of the second book for Vassi and Seri.
Until our next journey,
Marian Tee
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EXCERPT: WHEN I HURT (PART 2 FOR VASSI & SERI)
It was a day of many firsts for Seri.
Her first day in college, her first class with Vassi, and the first day since…that time.
With Seri seated alone at the last row, it was just Seri and Vassi sharing the long console table as he slid into the vacant seat on her left. Darkness allowed him to escape detection, everyone too busy watching the video tutorial playing in front.
If the lights had been on, it would have been different of course. All the girls would have gone crazy at the knowledge that Vassi Grachyov was with them.
Vassi! Grachyov! In! The! Flesh!
Seri had seen it happen too many times to count.
She felt him move his chair closer to her, and she resisted the urge to move her seat away from him.
D’err mo.
She sucked at this.
She had been the one to force him into being her boyfriend and---
“Still not going to look my way, solnishka moya?” The words were whispered straight into her ear, and Seri nearly fell off her chair.
Bo zheh moy. Oh my God, but what was that?
How was it that his mere voice was enough to turn her on now?
This close, she could smell his aftershave, could feel his breath fanning her skin. He leaned even closer, his arm resting at the back of her chair.
“Maybe you should think twice about this.”
“No,” she hissed under her breath. Even without looking at him, she could feel him smirking, and she was torn between wanting to kick him under the table and---
An idea crystallized in her mind, and she found herself unable to let go of it.
She could do it. She was going to do it. She really was, and it would teach him to underestimate her.
So yes, she would do it.
She would.
Vassi started to move away, still smirking, and it was both irritating and sexy, the way he seemed capable of reading her every mind---
Seri took a deep breath and just did it.
She touched his knee under the desk.
Ha!
Triumph filled her as she succeeded in making the first move, and her body trembled at the feel of his knee under her fingers. Seri glanced at Vassi, and the faint light coming from the glow of the projection allowed her to see his face, which was…bland.
Huh?
He raised a brow. “That’s it?”
Her lips parted and closed.
B’lyad.
She really sucked at this, and color flooded her cheeks as she realized that what seemed like such an incredible achievement for her was probably child’s play for someone as experienced as Vassi. They might only be a year apart in age, but she wasn’t foolish enough to think that the difference between his level of experience and hers could be measured the same way.
Angry and humiliated, she started to pull her hand away, but his hand suddenly covered hers.
Her gaze jerked to his. “Let go!”
“What’s wrong?” His lips curved. “We’re just getting started.” He picked her hand up.
“Shut---” But she found herself choking instead, unable to believe what Vassi had just done.
Or made her do.
Whatever.
The point was, her hand was now on…his…dick.
Her eyes flew to him in shock. Was he serious? They were in class, and they were not alone!
And as if to answer her, Vassi slowly started to move her hand up and down his dick. His eyes still held hers captive, gleaming with cruel pleasure. Yes, he was serious. Yes, he knew they were in class, they were not alone, and wasn’t that goddamn exciting?
Her breath hitched, and she wanted to bang her head against the table. She really sucked at this. She was supposed to be the one seducing him, blackmailing him, and yet it was the opposite.
Vassi’s hand tightened around hers as he pushed her to move her hand faster. His dick was longer and harder, thicker, too, than she imagined, and the knowledge that she was holding it---
Holy Mother of Russian Miracles, she was holding Vassi’s dick---
She wanted to moan and whimper, she wanted to open and close her legs at the same time, the wetness soaking her panties making her ache with a strange kind of need to be filled.
When his dick twitched in her hold, her fingers involuntarily tightened around his arousal, and she heard him hiss.
It was the most beautiful sound---
The lights opened.
“Does anyone have questions?” the professor in front asked.
That, on the other hand, was the most awful sound she had ever heard. It was the sound of knowing they could be discovered any moment, of people realizing that she was giving her stepbrother a hand job in public---
Panicking, she tried tugging her hand away, but instead he only made her hand stroke him faster. He still had his arm on the back of her chair, but he was facing the professor, his posture entirely relaxed.
Nothing in his demeanor gave him away---
And yet, under the table, she could feel his dick growing between her fingers, could feel it throbbing almost violently----
Seri heard him say between clenched teeth, “Faster.”
And somehow, she couldn’t stop herself, stroking him as fast as she could while she squeezed him hard, drawing every little lesson of seduction she could from all the hentai videos she had watched.
In the corner of her eye, she saw Vassi stiffen in his seat, just before he started to cum.
Oooooooh.
She hurriedly covered her mouth with her free hand before her moan escaped her.
B’lyad.
That sound---
She squeezed her eyes shut as the sound of his pleasure played over and over in her mind.
She had made her stepbrother, Vassi, come with her hand.
And Holy Mother of Russia, but instead of feeling dirty, she just wanted…more.
The bell rang, and everyone started to stand up. Vassi grabbed her wrist and before she knew what was happening, he already had her out of the classroom, and th
ey were walking away.
“I can’t believe you made me do that,” she hissed at him even as she struggled to keep up with his pace.
“You shouldn’t be complaining.” He smirked down at her. “Wasn’t that the point of this entire arrangement?” He bent down and without missing a step, he bit the outer lobe of her ear, whispering, “This is how I am as a boyfriend, solnishka moya.”
Argh!
She tripped over her own feet, making Vassi laughingly stop as he helped Seri regain her balance. She looked up, but before she could speak, he shook his head at her. “Give it up, leech.” His tone was light, but his gaze held a warning in it. “This blackmailing thing isn’t you, and in the end…only one of us will get hurt.”
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