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  Just one kiss, and Alexandru knew it would be impossible for him to stop.

  Zari felt her Master sweeping her up in his arms just before breaking the kiss. She opened her eyes, dazed, and saw Alexandru staring at her like he was one inch away from devouring her.

  She gulped.

  Do you know how much I want you right now?

  Err—-

  I hope you’re ready for another private lesson about being my pet.

  Her jaw dropped at his words. Did that mean...surely he couldn’t mean...

  No, Master—-

  I can’t wait, pet.

  But they will ALL know why—-

  And they’ll hate you even more. Isn’t that wonderful?

  She dropped her head in defeat, hiding her face in the crook of his shoulder and neck.

  Her Master laughed in her mind.

  Bully.

  Yes, I am, Alexandru agreed. Out loud, he said, “Madame Lavinia, please excuse Zari from your class. I need a private moment with my pet.”

  “Of course, of course.” But this time, Zari could hear the awkwardness in Madame Lavinia’s tone, and she knew even the professor was taken aback at her Master’s boldness.

  As he walked away, Zari still in his arms, Alexandru told her cheerfully, You should have seen their faces, pet. They were all grinding their teeth and glaring at you.

  You are a BULLY, Master.

  Yes, yes, I know. But we both know you like it that way, pet.

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  My Russian Stepbrothers

  Also available on Kindle Unlimited

  Previously published as a trilogy (When I Moan, When I Hurt, When I Love) under Marian Tee

  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 they 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 arra
ngement?” 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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