When I Hurt (Vassi and Seri 2: Russian Stepbrother Romance) (5 page)

Her teeth gnashed at his deliberately ambivalent reply.
Mudak. Asshole.
But cursing him just didn’t feel enough, and so she glared at him, saying, “Has anyone ever told you you’re an asshole?”

“A lot of times,” he assured her. “Mostly women, and always when we’re fucking because they hate how I’m so good at making them cum.” A pause, before he said tauntingly, “Unlike your stepbrother.”

Aargh!

She cried out, “I’m not joking around here, okay?” Seri started to say something else, but the door behind her suddenly opened, taking her by surprise as it propelled her forward and caused her to totter on her heels.

“Careful!” Seeing her start to fall, Maximilian automatically moved to catch her.

“Ah!”
As the door behind her opened completely and someone stepped inside the lab, she stumbled towards the guy, her breasts flattening against his chest and her lips landing over his.

Bo zheh moy!

And then it simply got worse when she heard two distinctly familiar voices speak behind her.

“Seri? Max?”

Misha,
Seri realized in shock.

“What the fuck?”

And Vassi.

T
he four of
them were locked inside Misha’s private office, a perk that was usually reserved for faculty members – as well as for special students like Seri’s older brother. It was decorated in warm tones of cedar and gray, but at that moment it looked more like an execution chamber in Seri’s eyes.

I’m dead,
Seri thought miserably for the nth time. Everything just kept getting worse and worse. As it turned out,
Max
– she finally knew his name now, thanks to Misha – the guy who knew about her and Vassi
also
happened to be one of the new members assigned to Misha’s thesis group.

If Vassi ever found out that she had inadvertently let Max know the truth about them---

Seri refused to even consider the consequences.
I’m not going to think about that,
she thought determinedly,
because it’s just not going to happen.
She glanced at Vassi, who was leaning against the wall, his handsome face unreadable. When their gazes met, she blurted out, “Why are you with Misha?” He was supposed to be in class, wasn’t he?

“The driver called me.” Vassi’s voice was coolly pleasant. “You forgot your bag in the car.” He nodded towards the couch behind her, and when she followed his gaze, she colored upon seeing her tote bag resting on it.

“I swung by your class to give it to you, but when you weren’t there, I figured this was the next best place to look for you – and I was right.”

Misha, seated behind his desk, frowned at his brother’s words, saying grimly, “But unfortunately, she wasn’t here because of me.”

Vassi’s lips curved in a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Evidently.”

Aghast at the direction their thoughts were taking, she protested, “It’s not what you think.”

“Isn’t it?” Vassi drawled.

Before Seri could answer, Misha had already turned towards his friend, his gaze narrowing as he said, “We’ve yet to hear from you, Max. Care to tell either of us how you and my sister know each other?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Although Maximilian managed to maintain his outward calm, his mind was racing furiously as it sought for the best way out of the mess he had found himself entangled in.

Misha wasn’t just his senior. He was also someone he was hoping to partner with in business. The Russian genius was close to developing a formula that his family’s pharmaceutical business was keenly interested in, and it was potentially worth several hundred million dollars. He could not afford to lose Misha’s trust, so how the fuck did he explain the accidental kiss earlier?

Maximilian glanced at the girl beside him.
It was her ass or his
, he decided, and unfortunately for her, he had never been the type to play the martyr.

When Seri saw the look in Maximilian’s eyes, she knew right away that he was going to throw her under the bus.
Mudak.

Before he could speak, she heard herself say, “We’ve started going out.”

Maximilian’s jaw dropped.
What the hell?

Seri was already mentally kicking herself. Holy Mother of Russia, why did she have to say that?

“Since when?” Misha demanded.

“Today?” she said weakly.

“And how long have you known each other?” Misha asked.

Her voice became even smaller as she answered, “Y-yesterday?”

Misha scowled, his anger evident, but Vassi’s lips only curved in an amused smile. “Love at first sight then,” he drawled. “Is that it?”

“I…g-guess.” Seri had worried about Vassi being furious, but the indifference he was showing now was even worse because the possibility that he didn’t care about her dating another guy---

Maximilian’s first instinct had been to refute Seri’s lie and clear his name. Or at least that had been his intention until he saw her hurt gaze. He knew then that the nonchalance the other stepbrother was showing was causing her pain, and before he knew what he was doing, he had already put an arm around her shoulders, saying, “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m cool with admitting the truth to your brothers.” He met Vassi’s gaze straight on, saying evenly, “You guessed right. It was love at first sight.”

Vassi’s jaw clenched.
Love at first sight?
Who the fuck did this bastard think he was fooling? If this man felt anything for his Seri, it would be lust.

This man lusted for Seri.

This man, who already knew the taste of her lips---

Vassi’s fists clenched, and knowing that his temper and jealousy was about to give him away, he told Misha abruptly, “I need to go. You deal with them however you want, but as far as I’m concerned…” He jerked his head towards Seri, and without looking at her, he said curtly, “She’s old enough to do whatever she wants.”
And just as old enough,
Vassi thought grimly,
to kiss whomever she wanted, too.

Before Seri could react, Vassi had already stepped out of Misha’s office, the door swinging shut silently behind him and leaving her stunned and speechless. What had just happened?

M
isha’s interrogation
lasted for an hour, causing both Max and Seri to miss their classes. When it was over, she only had to glance at the guy beside her to know that he was feeling similarly drained, causing her to grin a little.

“Serves you right,” she told him as they both exited the lab, “for saying it’s love at first sight.”

“You started it,” Maximilian retorted, “when you told your brothers we were going out.”

“But you made it worse, and you know it.”

A faint grimace touched his face. “I couldn’t help it. If you asked me, I think you fell for the wrong---”

“Shut up,” she hissed, looking around furtively to check if anyone had heard her.

When she looked back at him, Maximilian asked carefully, “So Misha doesn’t know either?”

After hesitating for a moment, she said reluctantly, “No one in the family does.” She bit her lip. “Unless you tell Misha---”

“I won’t, but it’s not going to be free.”

Her gaze became wary. “What do you want in exchange then?”

“When the time’s right, I want you to help me convince Misha to partner with me in business.”

Her face cleared. “Ah. I can see why you need my help there.” And she started to smile, relief flooding her as she realized she finally had a bargaining chip in her possession. Everyone who knew Misha would also know that brother of hers had always preferred working on his own.

“So we have a deal?” Maximilian asked.

“Yup.” She grinned, and because she was feeling absurdly happy at having escaped an epic disaster, she clenched her fist and raised it to him.

He arched a brow. “What?”

“Umm, fist bump? You know how to do it, right?”

Ah.
He obliged, knocking his fist with hers but saying, “Wouldn’t it be better if we sealed the deal with a kiss---” She pulled away quickly, and he laughed. “What a little prude you are.”

She reddened. “You obviously know I’m not.”

He grunted. “I still think you’ve fallen for the wrong one.”

She rolled her eyes. “You don’t know my brothers well if you think that. Misha’s the biggest jerk of them all. He just doesn’t care enough most times to show that side of his.”

When she fidgeted on her feet, he knew right away what was bothering her and he said quietly, “I give you my word. I won’t tell anyone about you two, not even Misha.”

“Thank you,” Seri said simply. “You don’t know how much that means to me. To us. Family’s the most important thing for Vassi---”

Unable to stop himself, Maximilian asked sharply, “More important than you are to him?”

Seri’s smile faltered at the unexpected question, but she forced herself to tell the truth. “Yes.”

And that was okay,
she told herself. She didn’t need to be the most important thing to Vassi. She just wanted to be important enough for him not to ever let her go.

S
eri’s family
was in full force that night, as it always was every time one of Seri’s films was playing in the States. The fact that Seri had only voiced for a bit role in the animated period drama didn’t make a difference to her boys. For them, everything she did was an achievement to be proud of. It was one of the things she loved the most about her family, but at that moment, she would have given up everything she owned if she could just have a few precious moments alone with Vassi.

It was just too hard
, Seri thought,
groveling in public
.

The cocktail area outside the theater was crowded, with the guests mostly made up of die-hard otaku fans that had willingly shelled out almost a hundred dollars each to watch the exclusive premier of their favorite Japanese film. Since the majority of them had also come in cosplay attire, with the women dressed in kimonos and the men in ninja uniforms, Seri’s family easily stood out, with all four Grachyovs looking drop-dead gorgeous in their suits.

As soon as she finished signing an autograph, she turned back to Vassi, asking hopefully, “Do you want me to get you some popcorn?”

He smiled dazzlingly at her. “No thanks.”

“Soda?”

“Thank you, but no.”

Observing his two youngest offspring in amusement, Fyodor drawled, “This is certainly a first. Seri’s the one wooing you this time?”

“He’s probably holding a grudge,” Misha commented. “He’s unable to accept the fact that Seri kept her boyfriend a secret even from him.”

Both Fyodor and Sergei scowled.

“A boyfriend?” Fyodor asked grimly. “This is the first time I’ve heard of it.”

“Do you know him?” Sergei asked Misha.

Misha nodded. “He’s a good man, but whether he’s good enough for our little dove…” He arched a brow at Vassi. “What do you think, brat?”

Seri gulped, and when Vassi put an arm around her shoulders, she gulped again because she could almost feel his desire to squeeze the life out of her.

“I think,” he said softly, “as long as Seri’s happy, then I’m happy, too.”

Riiiiight. He sounded very convincing, and she might have believed him if not for the cold glitter in his gaze.

He was definitely still mad at her.

When it was time to enter the theater, she immediately took hold of Vassi’s hand, saying, “Let’s sit together?” When Vassi seemed to seriously consider her question, she said hastily, “Actually, I’m not giving you a choice.” Tugging him towards the doors, she waved at the rest of her family, saying, “Hope you enjoy the movie!”

The theater was divided into several rows of cubes, with each cube consisting of a pair of recliner seats. She tugged Vassi towards one of the cubes at the back row, knowing that Fyodor and the other boys preferred to sit closer to the screen.

The lights went out as they settled in their seats, and she pressed the service button to order popcorn and soda. Glancing at Vassi, she said nervously, “It’s best to order them beforehand so we don’t get interrupted later on.”

“Interrupted doing what?”

The taunting note in his voice made Seri flush, and she stammered, “It’s not that! I mean, I just want us to talk.”

“A pity,” Vassi murmured in the dark. “Because if we did
that,
I might just forgive you.”

Oh.
Wetting her suddenly dry lips, she mumbled, “But we’re in the movies.”

“And?”

“The other boys are here.”

“So?”

She fell silent, unable to believe that he truly meant what he was implying. Would he really try to touch her here? Even when their family was in the same place?

The thought was terrifying and exciting, and Seri bit her lip hard when she realized that the idea alone was enough for her to make her wet.

Bo zheh moy.

Vassi leaned towards her, murmuring under his breath, “Are you wet now?”

Oh!

More moisture flooded out of her, soaking her panties, and knowing that Vassi was aware of her arousal only made her nipples pebble hard against her dress.

Before she could answer, one of the service crew came to them, placing popcorn and soda on her side table and then another pair on Vassi’s.

“Anything else, miss? Sir?”

Clearing her throat, she croaked out, “N-no, none, thank you.”

Vassi leaned back against his seat as the service crew left, and Seri leaned back against her seat as well, torn between relief and frustration. He was bluffing, wasn’t he? She should be happy about that, shouldn’t she?

The opening credits flashed on the silver screen, and everyone started to clap, with even a good number of fanboys yelling their appreciation. It was pandemonium, the nice kind, but for Seri, she could hear nothing of it.

How could she when at that same moment, Vassi had calmly swooped her off her chair and transferred her to his, placing her between his legs?

Panicking, she tried to get up, but he forced her back down, causing her to lean against his chest even as he reached for the blanket under the side table and placed it over her body.

“Vassi,” she whispered nervously under her breath.
“Are you seriously---
”

“Asking for your
boyfriend’s
forgiveness?” he finished for her.

She froze.

Behind her, she felt his head move towards her ear, causing her to shudder as he murmured, “Are you serious about it,
solnishka moya?
Do you want your boyfriend to forgive you?”

Boyfriend,
she thought dazedly. He had called himself her boyfriend twice in one minute, and she knew it was silly, but it just made her so happy she knew she would do anything for him.

She heard herself say, “Yes.”

“Then spread your legs for your boyfriend.”

Aaah.
The third time now…

And somehow, Seri found herself spreading her legs open under the blanket. Heart beating fast, she waited for him to touch her, but instead he took hold of her hand and slowly brought it over her pussy.

She stiffened. “V-Vassi?”

He whispered into her ear, “I want you to touch yourself.”

Her eyes flew open.

“You’ll do it for me, won’t you? You’ll do it for your boyfriend?”

She swallowed. “But it’s too…”

He bit her ear. “It’s the only thing I want, the only thing that can make me forget you’ve chosen to date another guy.”

Oh.

“So what’s it going to be, solnishka moya?”

When she started to move her hand, he released his hold on it, and her trembling fingers gradually found its way under the skirt of her dress. She swallowed convulsively as she felt the wet silk of her panties, and her body jerked when she moved her fingers over it with a few, light strokes.

Oh God.

She couldn’t believe she was really doing this, touching herself while everyone watched her movie – and with the other boys in her family just several feet away.

It should make her frozen with fear and embarrassment, but instead her body was even more aroused, her pussy quivering hard as it awaited her next move.

“Rub your clit,” Vassi ordered softly.

The command almost had her moaning, and the sound of her thundering heartbeat filled her ears as Seri slowly did as asked, her finger rubbing her clit. Her arousal spiked at the motion, and her thighs trembled hard.

“Faster, solnishka moya.”

And so her fingers moved faster, her nub of pleasure stiffening under the movement, and she could feel her body tightening and her pussy quivering even more.

“Make yourself cum.”

Aaaaaah.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she moved her fingers furiously over her clit, doing what she could to draw the pleasure out. Her breasts started to ache as she got closer and closer to the zenith, her lips parted, a cry rising out of her---

Vassi’s mouth slammed down on hers, his tongue driving in, his kiss absorbing her cry as she came hard. He kissed her deeply, his tongue mimicking the movement of her fingers as she continued to rub herself, with Seri mindless save for one thought, and that was to prolong her orgasm any way she could.

Vassi wiped her clean with his handkerchief when it was over, and after gently placing her back on the recliner seat next to him, he took hold of her hand under the blanket.

And kept holding it until the end of the movie.

When the movie ended, she and Vassi met up with the rest of the boys, Seri quite unable to meet their gazes, fearing they would guess what she had been up to. As if sensing her dilemma, Vassi curved an arm around her shoulders as she yawned. Pulling her close, he murmured wryly in explanation, “She fell asleep during her own movie.”

Jerk,
she thought as she heard Fyodor and her other brothers chuckle. But because the excuse Vassi gave was better than the truth, she kept her eyes closed and only opened them when Vassi told her their car had arrived.

Inside the limousine, she pretended to continue sleeping, leaning against Vassi while listening to the boys talk among themselves. At one point, the conversation became about Maximilian, and she felt Vassi’s chest stiffen against her.

D’err mo,
she thought. Just when everything was going well, they had to bring that up again.

“What do you really think about that friend of yours?” Sergei was asking.

“He’s no idiot,” Misha said. “I’ve only known him a few days.”

“And you, Vassi?” Fyodor asked. “What can you tell us about the man?”

“Nothing,” Vassi said, and his voice turned steely as he continued, “Because I’m sure dating him was something Seri had only done on a whim, and she’ll get rid of him soon enough.”

Right, Seri?

She could almost hear Vassi asking her that, and she thought for maybe the thirteenth time that day,
I’m dead.

When they made it home, Vassi was the one who shook her awake, and she pretended to yawn as she opened her eyes.

“We’re home,” Vassi said dryly.

Pretending not to notice the gleam of amusement in his gaze, she gave him her hand and allowed Vassi to help her out.

“Congratulations again, little one,” Fyodor murmured as he drew her into a hug.

“Thanks, Papa, but…” She made a face as she pulled away. “I only spoke two lines in the film.”

He patted her head. “I’m still proud of you.”

She kissed everyone good night before heading to her room. After taking a quick shower, she paced the carpet while waiting for Vassi to send her a text. When ten more minutes passed and her phone remained silent, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

Leaving her room, she looked around furtively before tiptoeing to Vassi’s room. She knocked on his door, and he opened it a moment later.

“What is it?”

His cold voice startled her, and she stammered, “But I thought you told me if we---”

“I lied.” Vassi only wanted to punish her for the shock she had given him earlier, but when her lip started to tremble, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up the pretense a second longer.

Cursing under his breath, he took hold of her arm and yanked her inside his room. He closed the door, and when their gazes met, he spread his arms wide open.

With a sob, she threw herself at him, and Vassi closed his arms around her.

“Mudak,” she sobbed.

“Says the girl who actually dared to kiss another guy while she’s dating me.”

At Vassi’s words, she wound her arms around his neck, mumbling, “Sorry.”

“Forgiven.” He rested his chin on top of her head and waited patiently for her sobs to subside. When he felt her start to relax, he drawled, “So tell me, solnishka moya. What’s this about you dating two men?”