Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“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!”
The End