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)
Vassi smiled humorlessly. He had never fooled himself into thinking that time would never come, and it had been the reason why he had resisted his attraction to her for so long.
But after that night—-
There was just no way he could stop himself now.
No way.
And so he would allow himself a taste while keeping his feelings in check. He would indulge in what he knew was forbidden and impossible while he waited for Seri to realize what he had known from the start—-
And it was that the day would eventually come when she realized that what she thought was love was just infatuation.
Chapter One
Two weeks later
It was a day of many firsts.
Her first day in college, her first class with Vassi, and the first day since the time she had blackmailed him into being her boyfriend.
She was seated alone at the last row when Vassi came to class. He slid into the vacant seat on her left, and with just the two of them sharing the long console table, everything felt too intimate.
Darkness had allowed him to escape detection, with everyone too busy watching the video tutorial playing in front. But if the lights had been on, it would have been different of course. All the girls would have gone crazy with the knowledge that Vassi Grachyov was in their midst—-
Vassi! Grachyov! In! The! Flesh!
Seri had seen it happen too many times to count.
A sound on her left drew her attention, and Seri reluctantly turned towards Vassi just in time to see him move his chair closer towards her. She resisted the urge to move her seat away from him, not wanting him to realize what kind of effect his nearness had on her.
D’err mo.
She sucked at this.
She had been the one to force him into being her boyfriend, and yet—-
“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, Seri could smell his aftershave, could feel his breath fanning her skin. When he leaned closer, she tensed involuntarily, and when his arm rested at the back of her chair, it was almost like he was embracing her, drawing Seri into a forbidden world she had always dreamt of entering.
“Maybe...” His fingers trailed suggestively on her shoulder, and Seri swallowed at the sensual impact of his touch. “You should think twice about this.”
Maybe...but she won’t.
“N-no.” Even without looking at him, she could feel Vassi smirking at the quiver in her tone, and she was torn between wanting to kick him under the table and—-
An idea crystallized in her mind, and the moment it set in, Seri just couldn’t let the idea go.
She could do it. She had to do it. And she was going to do it. She really was, and if she did, it would teach him not to underestimate her.
So yes, she would do it.
She would.
Vassi started to move away, still smirking, and Seri took a deep breath.
Then she did it.
She touched his knee under the desk.
Ha!
Triumph filled her even as her body trembled at the feel of his knee under her fingers. Unable to help it, she glanced at Vassi, hoping to see his shocked expression.
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 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 Seri 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, Seri started to pull her hand away, but his hand suddenly covered mine.
Her gaze jerked to his. “Let go,” she hissed under her breath.
But his lips only curved, and his voice was mild as he asked, “What’s wrong? We’re just getting started.” He picked her hand up.
“Stop it, let—-” 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.
Somehow, he had managed to get his zip down without her realizing it, and now it was his skin against her skin, her hand inside his pants and the hot, silky feel of his dick between her fingers.
Vassi’s dick.
Her legs automatically pressed close together in an effort to stop the wetness that was already seeping out of her, making her tremble and bite back a moan even as Seri’s eyes flew to him in shock.
Holy mother of Russia, but her hand was on her stepbrother’s dick.