When I Love (Vassi & Seri 3: Russian Stepbrother Romance) (13 page)

Seri shut up when she realized what she had just let slip. Her gaze flew to Vassi’s face.

Uh. Oh.

“V-Vassi---”

“Insecure, am I, leech?” he asked pleasantly.

“I didn’t say that.”

He switched the sound system off and opened the windows.

“Vassi!”

She immediately tried climbing down from his arms, but he shook his head, saying soothingly, “Relax. No one’s going to see you.”

She stared at him suspiciously. “You promise?”

“Yes.” Hearing, however, was a different matter altogether, but he counted on ensuring she didn’t notice that until it was too late. Caressing her face with his knuckles, he said huskily, “And now, we’re going to play a game. I’m going to use your playlist as a basis on how to fuck you.”

“What?” Her voice came out a shriek.

He reactivated the sound system.

“And t-they’re all Ariana Grande songs,” she sputtered.

“Then that makes it more interesting.”

Lowering her to her feet so he could swiftly dispense with his clothes, he reached for her again when he was completely undressed, whispering, “Are you ready?”

“No.” But she was trembling, and her gaze was already clouded with desire.

Pulling her even closer, he surprised her by sliding one finger inside of her. She moaned. He pulled his finger out, and she whimpered when he showed her how wet it was.

“
Liar
.” His voice was teasingly seductive. “If you’re this wet, you’re definitely ready for me.” Without warning, he reached for her and lifted her up, her back against his chest.

And then he slowly impaled her with his cock.

“Aaah!” It was a punishingly exquisite position, and she found herself holding on to him, her arms encircling him from behind while her legs were splayed wide over his arms.

He started to walk while fucking her, making Seri gasp. And then they were facing his mirror, and she gasped again.

“Doesn’t this make you a
Dangerous Woman,
leech?”

Oooooooh.

He fucked her harder and harder after that, but just before she came, the song ended, and the next one played.

Problem.

He switched positions, and she gasped, “No. That’s not possible---aaaah.”

Outside the trailer, everyone tried not to be aroused at the way Seri suddenly started moaning just as they also started thinking furiously about what
Problem
could refer to.

With the windows open, all of them had heard Vassi’s rules perfectly clear.

“It won’t fiiiiiiit---” they heard Seri gasp from inside the trailer.

Outside, the crew nodded at each other in understanding.

Vassi Grachyov had an immensely large cock then.

The third song started to play.

Bang Bang.

And almost right after, they heard loud bangs against the door and the trailer began to shake.

“This one’s easy,” one of the female production assistants muttered. “Doggie style.”

“You’re right,” the woman next to her said, “and oh God, what I’d do for a vibrator now.”

The fourth song played.

One Last Time.

And then it was completely quiet.

“Maybe…69?” a young cameraman hazarded.

At the suggestion, Seri and Vassi’s viewers nodded. That would probably be it.

Then the fifth song played.

Love Me Harder.

The crew looked at each other in interest. How would the Russian god interpret this? Perhaps he would fuck his woman so hard she would see stars? Or maybe he would end up breaking furniture like that guy from Twilight?

And then they heard Seri scream, “Oh God. That’s. So. Hard. I’m. Practically. Seeing. Stars!”

A moment later, they heard something crash and break.

They looked at each other in awe.

Vassi had actually managed both!

Another moment later, and they heard Seri plead, “Not my butt!”

A collective sound escaped the crowd.

Woooooooooow.

Thirty minutes later, Vassi had to carry Seri out of his trailer. When she had tried to walk, she had almost fallen immediately on her face, with her legs having turned to jelly after Vassi’s little “game.”

“I’m never going to play any games with you again,” she muttered as Vassi stepped down.

Vassi didn’t answer, but he was grinning at something behind her.

Frowning, she turned her head around and almost screamed.

Oh my God, what was the whole crew doing here?

A second later, she noticed the way they were all red-faced but smirking.

Oh my God, had they heard?

“D’err mo,” she heard Vassi suddenly mutter behind her.

Following his gaze, she realized what he was looking at and muttered, “B’lyad.”

Her family was here, too.

Davey rushed to her, mumbling, “I’m so sorry. I tried, I really tried to distract them and prevent them from coming here, but you know how weak I get when Misha threatens me with bodily harm. But I swear, I really tried resisting still – but then Sergei threatened me, too, saying when he’s finished with me---”

Davey shuddered.

And knowing Davey
, Seri thought,
it was probably out of pleasure
.

Fyodor walked forward, saying in a steely voice, “Come here, baby.” To Vassi, he said curtly, “Put her down.”

Vassi looked at Seri and only lowered her to her feet at her nod. She took one step, and her legs still gave way, making Fyodor curse as he caught her.

He pulled his daughter to him before looking at Vassi frostily. “You---” As if his English was no longer enough, the rest of his words was delivered in a furious stream of Russian.

When he was done, he looked down at Seri. “We’re going home now.”

“Yes, Papa,” she said meekly.

As soon as she turned away, she heard the sound of scuffling. Unable to help it, she stole a look behind her, and her eyes widened as Misha punched Vassi in the gut.

“Vassi!” She tried to go to him, but Vassi held his hand up, forcing her to stop.

“Stand back, leech.” And the foolish man was actually grinning when he spoke. “This means they accept me.”

“What? Are you crazy?”

He started to answer, but Sergei had stepped forward and punched him in the jaw.

“Oh my God, Sergei, stop!”

Vassi rubbed his jaw. “It’s okay.” He grinned at his older brothers. “Sergei and Misha wouldn’t have punched their little brother for anything, but it’s a different matter altogether if they see me as the boy who’s taken away their little sister’s precious vir---”

Vassi’s grin disappeared when he realized it was Fyodor standing in front of him.

His father had once earned his wages as a pugilist.

He cleared his throat. “Ah, Papa, I was just kidding---”

“Your mouth needs cleaning, boy.”

B’lyad.

And then he was flying at the force of Fyodor’s blow. His back hit the trailer, and he slid down to the ground.

Seri rushed to Vassi’s side the moment her father moved away, sinking to her knees as she demanded, “Are you okay?”

His lips curved in a teasing smile. “I will be…if you kiss me to make me feel better.”

Behind Seri, he saw his father and brothers gnash their teeth.

Even though she was embarrassed, she placed a quick kiss on the bruise on his jaw. “Now, let’s go---” When he shook his head, she demanded exasperatedly, “What now?”

“You kissed the wrong place.”

“I did?”

“You need to kiss me where it would make me feel good.” He looked down pointedly, and Seri moaned.

Seri’s boys started cracking their knuckles very audibly.

Vassi laughed.

“Oh, will you stop messing with them!” She helped him up and couldn’t help but wince a bit at his weight.

“I can’t help it,” Vassi answered honestly. “It feels too damn good.”

“Are you a masochist?”

“You don’t understand.” He cupped her face. “You were my most painful secret for
years.
And now I can let the world know I love you.”

Oh.

He kissed her forehead. “Solnishka moya...lyublyu tebya vsem sertsem, vsey dushoyu.”

Her eyes started to sting.

I love you with all my heart, with all my soul.

She beat his chest feebly. “You’re not supposed to be this sweet in public. Dammit.”

He only grinned. “But?”

She mumbled, “I love you, too.”

“If you do,” he teased, “say I’m your favorite boy in the family.”

Their father and brothers groaned.

“Vassi---”

“Please?”

Unable to refuse him when he looked at her like that, she said helplessly, “Of course you’re my favorite boy.”

“Good girl. As a reward, I’m going to fill you with my cum---”

Seri suddenly found herself snatched from Vassi’s arms, and she looked up at Fyodor in confusion. “Papa?”

“Your brothers are just going to play,” Fyodor told her reassuringly. Over his shoulder, he told Sergei and Misha, “
Net nikakogo miloserdiya
.”

Her brow furrowed.

It was only when they had reached Fyodor’s limousine when she finally managed to translate what that meant.

No mercy.

She looked at Fyodor in dismay. “Papa!”

U
ntil our next journey
,

Marian Tee

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