When I Hurt (Vassi and Seri 2: Russian Stepbrother Romance)

by Marian Tee

  “Not at all.” Vassi’s eyes met hers straight on. “But what I don’t understand is why you’d actually say yes when you’re supposed to dating me.”

  Guilt swamped Seri at Vassi’s tone, but even so, she knew she could never tell him the truth. If Vassi found out that Maximilian knew about them, she was sure he wouldn’t hesitate to end things.

  And then her dream would be over, she thought, and reality would then be inescapable.

  Vassi was her stepbrother, and – given a choice – he would rather be her stepbrother than her boyfriend.

  He loved their family that much, and who was she to blame him?

  “Seri?”

  Realizing that Vassi was still waiting for an explanation, she stammered the first thing that came to her mind. “I, umm, decided dating him would be a smokescreen.” When Vassi shot her a frowning look, she hurriedly added, “I just thought it would make everyone less likely to think about us…doing…things…if I was dating another guy.” She trailed off lamely afterwards and as she waited for Vassi’s reaction, she made a mental note to keep track of her lies, which she seemed unable to stop spouting every few seconds.

  “Seri?”

  She jerked up. “Y-yes?” Whenever any of her boys called her by her first name, she knew it could only mean one thing.

  “Get rid of him.”

  She was in trouble.

  More to the point, she had done something her boys didn’t like, and they never hesitated to make her pay for it.

  Like now.

  She thought about the deal she made with Maximilian. Even if he did seem to be a nice guy after all, she also knew that he still wouldn’t hesitate to make good on his threat if she backed out.

  Gulping, she told Vassi weakly, “Umm…I can’t.”

  Vassi turned her face towards her, demanding, “What do you mean you can’t?”

  “I…um…don’t want to hurt him.”

  “So you’d rather hurt me?”

  Her eyes widened.

  A moment later, Vassi’s eyes widened, too, and it was as if he had only realized what he had just said. “Actually---”

  She shook her head vehemently, not wanting to give him a chance to take the words back, and murmured unevenly, “Vassi, are you saying…you’re jealous?” She waited with bated breath for his answer, but when he only smirked, she knew that what she thought she had seen – what she thought he had been tacitly admitting – was merely a product of wishful thinking.

  And when Vassi drawled offhandedly, “If you want me to say I’m jealous, I will,” it was like having salt rubbed in her wound.

  “You could have just lied,” she grumbled.

  When Vassi suddenly cupped her face, she stiffened, and when his captivating gaze sought hers, her heartbeat started to race again.

  “I am jealous, solnishka moya. More than you think possible.”

  Oh.

  Her body shuddered at his words, and she could almost – almost – allow herself to believe him, if not for the mocking gleam in his eyes.

  “Yeah, right,” she mumbled as she shook her face free of his hold.

  He let go of her with another chuckle, but he also ruffled her hair, saying, “Don’t be mad, leech. You know everything I do is only to make you smile.”

  “Hmph.”

  Pulling her back against him, he said pointedly, “Remember when you were in ninth grade and you were crying about failing French?”

  “Nope.” But she was lying. She knew exactly what he was talking about, and she remembered him trying to cheer her up by saying that supplementary French classes after school was actually a good thing if she thought about it.

  “How can you say that?” she had asked, sniffing.

  “Because I can sit in with you those times, and haven’t you always told me you wish I could be your classmate? Well, now you have your wish.”

  It had made crazy sense then, and it still made crazy sense now because---

  When she twisted around to look at him, Vassi’s gaze furrowed and he asked guardedly, “What is it?”

  Her chest squeezed as she looked at Vassi. Even in his shirt and sweat pants, he still looked extraordinarily gorgeous, like a perfect specimen of mankind. So much so, she thought helplessly, that even after all these years, she still found herself in need of the most sublime words to describe him.

  This man that was her stepbrother---

  This man that she loved---

  This man, who didn’t seem capable of ever loving her.

  Seri heard herself say, “Is it really impossible, Vassi?”

  “What is?”

  “You,” she said in a deliberately light voice, “falling in love with me.”

  “Ah.” But his gaze remained unreadable. “Why do you ask?” He raised a finger to her lips, tracing them, his touch agonizingly tender. “Is it because you still think you’re in love with me?”

  Her chest tightened even more at his evasiveness, and she said sharply, “You’re not answering my question.”

  Vassi said gently, “Only because you already know what my answer is.”

  Oh. Tears stung her eyes, and she quickly turned to the side as she willed herself not to cry.

  “You don’t truly love me, leech. You think you do, but you don’t.” When she didn’t answer, she heard Vassi sigh, and a moment later, he pressed his lips to her hair.

  She blinked her gaze rapidly as the urge to cry swelled.

  “It’s just infatuation, and it will pass, leech. I promise you. You’ll grow out of it, and one day you’ll thank me for not letting you go off the deep end. I’m your brother---”

  “No,” she cut him off tightly. “You’re not.” Resentment and hurt had her shaking his hold off, but when she tried to get up, he only yanked her back down.

  “Don’t be mad, leech,” he said cajolingly. He took hold of her face, forcing her to look at him, and his lips curved as he glimpsed her face. “You’re pouting.”

  “Hmph.”

  “You’re too cute when you’re pouting,” he murmured. “Do you know that?”

  “You’re just trying to flatter me into forgetting---”

  “So cute,” he continued as if he didn’t hear her talking, “that it makes me want to…”

  “If you’re not going to give me a chance, then of course nothing---”

  His eyes dropped to her lips. “It makes me really want to fuck your mouth.”

  “That’s why I think you’re being unfair---” Then she stopped, her gaze flying to him as the full impact of his words hit her. “W-what did you say?” she stammered.

  His eyes gleaming with wickedness, Vassi repeated his last words obediently. “I said, your pouty look makes me want to fuck your mouth.”

  Oh.

  Her head swam, and she completely forgot what she was feeling mad and frustrated about. Right now, all she could think of was Vassi wanting to fuck her mouth.

  Bo zheh moy!

  Had she really heard him right?

  As if sensing her incredulity, Vassi said solemnly, “I don’t mind, you know.”

  Huh?

  “I can repeat it if you want.” And without waiting for her answer, he said, “Seeing you pout makes me want to fuck your mouth---”

  She blurted out, “Okay.”

  Vassi started. “Excuse me?”

  Even as her face flamed, she couldn’t stop herself. “I said…okay. I w-want what you want.” The rest of her was on fire by the time she finished speaking, and when she saw his gaze darken with lust, his nostrils flaring as if he scented her need, Seri’s teeth quickly sank into her lower lip.

  Inhaling harshly, Vassi said, “I thought you wanted us to play it safe.”

  “I do. But...” The way he was looking at her had Seri writhing inside, the need to feel his touch and experience pleasure in his arms making her voice throaty as she finished, “I guess I want you more.”

  When Vassi didn’t answer right away, her fear and excitement grew. A part of her w
as terrified that he would reject her, which would hurt, but another part of her longed for the images his words evoked to turn into reality.

  And then she heard him say, “As you wish.”

  She gasped.

  And then she saw him reach for his sweat pants, pulling the hem down, and she gasped again. A moment later, he had released his dick, and she gasped for the third time when she saw that it was fully erect and engorged with arousal.

  “Get on your knees.”

  His voice was harsh with desire, and her body responded to it, nipples puckering while her pussy once again started to quiver. Moisture pooled between her thighs as she turned to face him on her knees.

  “Take it in your mouth slowly.” As he spoke, he fisted her hair and slowly brought her head down.

  The mad, almost deafening thrum of her erratic heartbeat filled her ears, and she caught her breath as Vassi’s dick also came to fill her entire vision.

  Oh!

  This was really happening.

  Vassi’s dick was going to fuck her mouth.

  Her lips parted involuntarily as her mouth hovered over the top of his dick.

  “Ready?”

  Aaah. The mere question made her even wetter and she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, wanting to savor the commanding tone of Vassi’s voice, which her body seemed to find both seductive and overpowering at the same time.

  Finally, she whispered, “Yes.”

  The fist on her hair exerted pressure, and she followed the silent command, closing the distance between her lips and the swollen head of his dick.

  Her lips stretched wide open as the head of his dick carefully pushed inside her mouth.

  Another inch and then another followed, and her throat constricted and released in an effort to prepare itself.

  “Relax, solnishka moya.” His fist on her hair loosened, and his fingers combed through her hair. “You have all the time in the world to get used to eating me.” His fingers tightened on her hair, and he slowly guided her mouth up and down.

  The first minute was a struggle, Seri having a hard time breathing and swallowing her saliva as she tried to take more of his erection. The next minute was better, with her throat finally relaxing and allowing the last inches of Vassi’s dick entry.

  “Seri.”

  This time, she knew he was uttering her name not out of anger but of pleasure, and the way his voice caressed her in need and pleasure matched the look of his face as Vassi threw his head back.

  It was incredibly arousing, and she found herself moving her mouth even faster, and somehow her hands found their way to his cock. She used one hand to stroke the inches that weren’t yet inside of her mouth while her other hand caressed his balls.

  She sucked him hard, and occasionally she would nip the head of his dick, licking the slit dry and then tonguing the sides of his erection. She did everything she could imagine that would please him, her mind now controlled by an inexplicable need to see him come.

  Stroking him, sucking him, she didn’t stop with the caresses until she felt him fisting her hair. When his powerful body stiffened, the folds of her pussy swelled and trembled in reaction, and she knew then he was near.

  “Let go,” he hissed over her. “Before I come into your mouth---”

  But she refused to let him go.

  She wanted – needed – to have him come inside her mouth, knowing that if he did---

  “I’m coming,” Vassi gritted out.

  She sucked hard on his dick.

  A second later, and Vassi cursed, his body arching as his dick shot out a load of cum down her throat. More followed, and she swallowed them all, her throat knowing when to just let everything go down so that she wouldn’t choke on Vassi’s hot, sticky seed.

  When it was over, she slowly released his cock from her mouth. Straightening, she licked her lips dry, and she saw Vassi’s gaze darken.

  Shaking his head, he asked in amusement, “Are you trying to seduce me?”

  “Is it working?”

  Reaching for her, he released the first button of her pajama top. “What do you think?”

  Her breath caught, and she found herself unable to speak as he continued to unbutton her top. “V-Vassi?”

  But he still didn’t speak, and instead he gently pushed her down until she was lying on the rug. He loomed over her, his eyes glittering as he unclipped the front clasp of her bra.

  The cups fell away, baring her breasts, and he lowered his head.

  Oh.

  His mouth took one nipple in, and she squeezed her eyes shut. The pleasure always seemed hotter than she could ever remember, and she couldn’t stop herself from clutching his broad shoulders as he began to suck on her nipple. He kneaded and caressed her breasts, making her writhe with need. He lavished her other nipple with the same attention, and it was so, so good that she couldn’t help but cry in protest when he lifted his head.

  His eyes gleamed with dark amusement. “Patience, leech. I promise, it will get even better.” He tugged her pajama bottoms off her legs as he spoke, and as he worked on tugging her panties down, he murmured, “A lot better…”

  And then his head disappeared between her legs.

  She covered her mouth as she screamed, her mind splintering at the sensual havoc his mouth created. It felt like he was doing everything possible to drive her insane with desire, with the way his mouth sucked on her clit, his tongue licking her folds, and then later on thrusting in and out of her pussy, fucking her with his tongue---

  She began to tremble, harder than she ever had, and she could no longer catch her breath. “V-Vassi---” It felt too much, and for one moment the sheer depth of her pleasure frightened her. “Vassi, please---” But she no longer knew what she wanted to ask.

  For him to stop?

  For him not to stop?

  It was all too confusing, and it was just impossible to think, with his tongue still pushing in and out of her core, causing her body to shudder again and again.

  When her orgasm finally came, it took her completely by surprise, making Seri buck against his head. But Vassi didn’t let up, and she found herself sobbing against the back of her hand, trying to keep her cries down as her orgasm swept her away.

  * * *

  Seri was curled up in his arms like a sleeping kitten as Vassi quietly carried her back to her room. There, he laid her gently on the bed and carefully tucked the covers around her. Straightening, he was about to leave when he caught sight of her phone.

  There were a few missed calls, and his jaw clenched when he realized who it was.

  His fist clenched and unclenched, but in the end jealousy won and he found himself unlocking Seri’s iPhone to read her messages.

  Maximilian: If eleven’s good for you, how about meeting up at the lab and then we can have lunch off campus? See you tomorrow, sweetheart. Don’t dream of me too much, and remember – if you need me to make you come…

  Chapter Seven

  “I think we should take you to the doctor,” Misha said seriously the next day.

  No. Don’t bother. I hate hospitals. It just reminds me of Mom.

  That was what Seri wanted to say, but she couldn’t.

  Because like a stupid little fool, she had stayed up most of the night crying into her pillow, crying under the shower, in the tub, crying so hard that she seemed to have fooled her mind into thinking pain was the only thing she craved.

  And so when Seri woke up, it was to a raging fever that left her feeling utterly debilitated and woozy.

  Sergei touched her forehead. “What do you think, baby girl?” he asked gently. “Do you want to go to the hospital?”

  She managed to shake her head.

  “Want us to call Vassi?”

  She shook her head, not because she didn’t want Vassi taking care of her but because she felt like she didn’t deserve it.

  Earlier, she had woken up in the middle of the night, and the first thing she did was to check her phone, hoping that she would see a t
ext message from Vassi.

  Instead, she saw Maximilian’s, and it had been labeled as read.

  Seri had known right away only one person could have read it, just as she knew what that person could be thinking now. She had tried calling Vassi frantically after that, but when her call kept getting forwarded to voice mail, Seri knew that it was his way of telling her to leave him alone.

  And so she had.

  “You’re sure?” Sergei asked skeptically. “You know you always seem to get well more quickly when Vassi’s around.”

  Seri managed to shake her head again, but this time the act completely wiped her out and she tiredly closed her eyes.

  She was just going to sleep, she thought as she snuggled deeper under the covers.

  At least when she slept, the pain stopped.

  When she woke up, the first thing she did was to check the time. One in the afternoon, she thought drowsily. Vassi should be home by now. So where was he? She looked around her bedroom, hoping but failing to catch a glimpse of him or even any clue that he had at least come by to check on her.

  Seri’s heart sank.

  He should be back by now, shouldn’t he?

  If he wasn’t back, then where was he and who was he with?

  But if he was back, and he wasn’t here, then did it mean he was still furious about Maximilian’s message? Did he think she was playing around with both of them?

  Seri sniffed back tears, and she was so lost in her misery that she didn’t even hear her bedroom door opening or closing. By the time she realized she wasn’t alone, Vassi was already standing next to her bed, looking freshly showered and gorgeous in a gray sweater and an old pair of jogging pants.

  What took you so long? I thought you weren’t going to check on me! I thought you were mad at me! Why do you look so beautiful? Why do I have to be sick?

  Seri wanted to say all these things and more, but in the end, relief and her feverish condition had her doing something else entirely.

  She burst into tears.

  “What the---why are you crying?” As Vassi sat on the edge of her bed, he was surprised when she immediately laid her head on his lap and cried harder.

  She raised watery eyes to him. “Sorry.” She wished she had the strength to say more, but just keeping her head up was already making her feel weak, and in the end all she could do was apologize again. “Really…sorry.”