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HARPER

I felt Sin’s eyes on me all evening.

What the hell is he doing here?

And why on earth would our parents think it was a good idea to call him to the rescue?

I’d have understood for Saint, but Sin?

If they think he’ll be the one protecting me from the psychopath following me, they clearly don’t know him well.

He’s likely to hook up with any girl he comes across.

Exactly like he did tonight. And in the fucking bathroom.

That’s disgusting.

While I was still waiting in the queue, I watched as Anya emerged.

Her hair was a tangled mess, her makeup barely there, and there seemed to be faint red marks on her neck.

I already despised her, but the smug smirk on her face when she glanced at me intensified my feelings.

Don’t get me wrong, I have no issue with women engaging in sexual encounters with multiple partners; it would be hypocritical of me, considering I sell sex online.

But there’s something about her that makes my skin crawl.

She believes she is above everyone else because of her association with one of the most powerful families in the Bratva.

Since I don’t really belong with them, she’s made my experience with her a living nightmare.

I guess my dear brother found his match. They’re both pigs.

Glancing around me, I notice everyone revelling in the night, belting out Mariah Carey’s songs at the top of their lungs.

Christmas has always been my favourite time of year, but this year, it feels different, with a bittersweet undertone.

“Are you okay, sis?”

I turn to look at Nikolas, his dishevelled dark hair and infectious smile immediately drawing my focus while his eyes shimmer like emerald gems.

“You’re my favourite brother, you know that, right?”

A low chuckle escapes his lips as he pulls me closer, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

I was ten when they entered my life.

Despite my mum’s initial happiness, living with my father quickly became a nightmare.

Because that’s what Iakov has been since he adopted me. I was young, but he is the only father figure I’ve ever known.

What happened a few months ago wasn’t just a one-time occurrence. On several occasions, he has lashed out at me, leaving bruises before apologising the next day.

The boys are partially aware of this since I had to call Nikolas the last time it happened.

What they are unaware of is that our father persistently tried to touch me, cornering me inside the house as my mother, consumed by her intoxication, remained oblivious to it all.

He managed to do it.

Twice.

After coming back from school one night, he trapped me in the bathroom. He tore off my top and forcefully grabbed my breast. I managed to retaliate by delivering a powerful kick to his balls and locked myself in my bedroom.

From his point of view, it was my duty as a good daughter to ensure his happiness.

Nobody says no to the Pakhan ? 1 .

I don’t know how the twins would react if they knew.

They will probably not believe me.

That’s when I decided to move out of the house and take a small student flat with Lisy.

Nikolas smiles warmly at me, instantly relieving any tension I had.

Among the twins, he’s definitely my favourite. He’s always played peacemaker between Sin and me.

To be fair, I don’t know how he puts up with his shit.

“Don’t place me too high on your pedestal. You may end up disappointed.”

What the hell does that mean?

I shake my head because I know he’ll never disappoint me.

“You could’ve told me,” I accuse.

He shrugs his shoulders and takes a sip of his beer.

“Our parents called us last night.”

They’re not on good terms with our parents. Is he lying to me?

I groan in frustration.

He and Sin moved out of the house a year ago. From what I know, they don’t live together, but I know they see each other every day.

“C’mon, sis. You lived with him for ten years. I’m sure a week won’t kill you.”

My eyes widen at his words.

“One week?”

He tries to look sheepish, but the mischievous twinkle in his eye and the faint curve of his lips betray his feigned apology. “The parents didn’t tell you how long they were leaving?”

I shake my head because I don’t really speak to them.

I know gran is really ill, and I had a feeling the parents would rush off to Russia for a few days, but I didn’t know any more details.

I don’t recall them telling me anything.

Or maybe they did?

Fuck.

I’ve been so focused on my upcoming wedding and trying to pay off my student loan that my head is not in the right space.

I made the choice not to attend Blackthorn University, so I lied to our parents about the fees. It was a long and intense battle between us, especially with Iakov. Every member of the Mikhailov family had studied there, so I had to tell him I received a scholarship so he would leave me alone.

I wasn’t born a Mikhailov, and I refused to spend the next four years trapped in a university where my brothers were worshipped like gods.

I could ask the twins or at least Saint. They may have the money, but I refuse to be indebted to them forever.

When it comes to my wedding... it’s not unexpected that I’m not enthusiastic about it. According to my father, Dimitri is the ideal candidate to “tame” me.

I’m not a puppet that someone can control and mould as they wish.

He might be from the elite Bratva, but I don’t want to get married to him.

I’m pretty sure he won’t react well to discovering that I sell my body online.

Saint sighs and kisses the top of my head.

“Gran’s health is deteriorating rapidly with each passing day. They planned on leaving for a week, but they were open to extending their trip if needed.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. I know how close they are to her.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“It’s okay.” He smiles. “Let’s not ruin Christmas, okay? Would you make an effort to cohabitate with my dickhead twin?”

He playfully flutters his eyelashes, causing me to burst into laughter.

“I have plans.” Lies, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“You have plans for Christmas?” He doesn’t believe me, and I can’t blame him. Lying has never been my strong suit. “Could you think about it?”

“I will.”

“Good girl,” he whispers against my hair, causing a rush of warmth to spread through my body.

What the hell was that?

My cheeks burn as he stares at me, a grin spreading on his face as if he is fully aware of the impact his words have on me.

My handbag suddenly vibrates, saving me from the potential embarrassment I was about to face.

Reaching for it, my hand trembles at the unknown number.

You look pretty tonight. But I can see your nipples poking through the fabric from here. Showing off what’s mine has consequences.

I can feel my body tensing up as I read the message repeatedly, and when I finally lift my head, I quickly scan my surroundings.

He’s here.

My stalker.

This morning, he left another package on my doorstep. I opened it to find a black rose, a Polaroid of me walking down the street, and what seemed to be a leash inside.

The black rose and the Polaroid are a recurring presence, but its contents always remain a mystery.

This year, I’ve had to move twice, and yet he always manages to track me down.

It’s creeping me out.

“You good?”

My gaze fixated on Saint’s emerald eyes. I clear my throat nervously, desperately trying to muster a smile.

“Yeah.”

Simultaneously, my phone buzzes again, yet I hesitate to look at the notification.

Closing my eyes briefly, I check again, but this time it’s not him. It’s AccessMe.

@arentweallsinners

Are we still okay for tonight?

Fuck. It completely slipped my mind that I had agreed to a video call with him.

Although it’s not something I typically do, the generous pay and his silent nature make it hard to refuse.

We have had video chats often in the past few months. It became a ritual.

I’ve never seen his face or heard his voice, but I’ve seen him .

And fuck me.

Even though his voice remains a mystery and his face is unknown to me, he occupies my thoughts whenever I’m behind the screen.

He uses the chat box to order what he’s been patiently waiting for from me, and I’ve never desired anything more intensely than becoming his pet or his whore.

I know it’s not normal.

Nobody wants to be seen as someone’s pet, let alone be degraded and objectified like a slut.

But I do.

With him? Yeah, I fucking do.

I guess I have daddy issues.

I pause briefly, my eyes flickering to the chat box one more time before composing my response.

@yourfantasy

Is an hour from now okay?

“Pips?”

I lift my head to glance at Saint as if he was waiting for an answer.

“Did you ask me something?” I nibble the skin of my thumb nervously.

I was so absorbed in my own thoughts that I completely forgot he was standing right next to me. I really hope he hasn’t caught a glimpse of any text messages on my phone.

“I asked you if you were feeling okay or if you wanted to go home?”

“Actually, I’m feeling a bit tired,” I lie.

As I glance around, my eyes catch sight of Sin, who smirks and raises his beer while my phone vibrates in my hand.

@arentweallsinners

See you in a bit, pet. Put on your red lingerie and get down on your knees for your Master as soon as I log in.

As I take in his words, a wave of warmth envelops me, and butterflies flutter in my stomach.

@yourfantasy

Yes, Master.

“Let’s go then.”

Huh?

My eyes quickly flicker towards Saint, only to find him already on the move towards the boys.

What the hell happened?

I follow him, weaving through the bustling crowd until I finally reach the boys’ table.

“I’ll drop Pips off. She doesn’t feel good.”

“Is she now?” Sin mocks.

Asshole .

Saint ignores his twin and looks at me. “Parents?”

Hell no.

I shake my head. If anything, I really don’t want to have a video sex call with our parents nearby. Plus, they’re leaving tomorrow, so I don’t want to spend any more time than necessary with them or the boys when I’ll be stuck with them for a week.

“Your place it is, then.”

“I’ll find Aleksei,” starts Sin, but I stop him.

“There’s no need to bother him when you’re staying with him.”

“Umm. So young and so much to learn.”

“You’re a year older than me, not ten,” I rage.

Why does he always manage to treat me in a way that reduces me to feeling like an infant?

I’m twenty, for Christ’s sake.

As he stands up, his height fills the space, making me feel the need to lean against Saint for stability.

Grabbing my chin, he speaks slowly. “Watch your tone with me, Zayka ? 2 .” I cringe at the nickname. I always hated when he called me that when we were younger. “Otherwise, I’ll have to give your mouth a good scrub with soap.” My body freezes in response as I feel Saint’s hand on my arm, offering me stability while Sin continues. “Now, I’m going to find Aleksei and let him know we’re leaving. He’ll take care of Alesya and bring her back later.”

As if Aleksei would let anything happen to his sister. Lisy is my best friend, and Aleksei watches over her with the same fierce protectiveness that my brothers have for me. I guess it’s a twin thing.

“We’re going to drive you to your place,” Sin’s eyes pierce through me as he speaks, “and we’ll see you tomorrow at our parents’ house. You’ll be stuck with us for an entire week, and I won’t put up with your bratty attitude. You’ve been warned.”

I feel his grip on my chin loosen, my eyes drawn to the noticeable flexing of his muscles beneath his T-shirt, accentuating the colourful tattoos that decorate his body as he moves away to join his friend.

Why the hell is my heart beating so fast?

“You okay, sis?”

It seems that it’s been Saint’s favourite sentence for me tonight.

I quickly nod before grabbing my phone and sending a text to Lisy, explaining that I’m feeling sick and the boys will drive me home.

Saint’s hands linger on my arms, gently sliding his thumbs up and down my heated skin.

As he leans his head against my ear, I can feel the tingling sensation of goosebumps spreading across my skin before he whispers, “Take this advice from your favourite brother, who has spent 21 years living alongside Sin and even shared the same sack. The more you act like a brat, the stronger his desire to discipline you will become.”

I take in a breath and nod.

I know he’s right, but Sin brings out the worst in me.

“Let’s get you home, Pips.”

The twins dropped me at my place thirty minutes ago.

Saying that the drive was anything but silent and awkward would be a complete lie.

He was here.

My stalker was inside my flat.

I have no clue how he managed to get in, but he left a box at the front door. Among the usual items he usually leaves, there was also a Polaroid of him in my bedroom.

Even though the picture was a bit blurry, I immediately recognised the familiar background. His body was captured in the image, but his face remained unseen.

I debated whether or not to call back the boys and request them to come back, but I ultimately decided against it, knowing it would only give them more reasons to insist I spend Christmas with them.

As Lisy is still out, I made sure to close everything before getting ready for the video call.

After taking a soothing shower, I meticulously applied my favourite glitter body oil, ensuring every inch of my skin sparkled. I then slipped into my red lingerie, as directed by @arentweallsinners.

In my interactions with him, I am limited to using the titles Sir or Master, as his name remains unknown to me.

My long hair frames my face and cascades over my shoulders, swaying with each movement.

I know he likes it when my hair is free, as he often commented about how he would run and wrap his fingers through it, tugging on it and forcing me to take all of him in my mouth.

My body tingles just to think about it.

Anticipation builds as I turn on my laptop and log in to AccessMe.

The familiar ping resonates in my room, alerting me I’m now connected to our conversation.

This chat is completely private, and only the two of us have access to it.

Checking the time, I quickly grab my laptop and carefully place it on my chair. I double-check that the video is on and properly directed and the chat window is open before I kneel down on the floor.

I have five minutes to spare before he logs into the chats, and he’s typically early.

It takes a few seconds for him to appear on the screen, the darkness of the room making it impossible to see anything else. The glow of the screen casts an ethereal light on his body while his face remains concealed behind a menacing golden mask that resembles weathered bronze. The delicate silver thread that seemingly sews the mouth shut adds an eerie touch.

He wears what appears to be an open, long black gown, with a pair of black jeans and his belt already halfway undone.

His appearance should evoke fear, yet I’m inexplicably drawn to it. I imagine myself on my knees before him as he gazes at me through his hunger-filled mask.

His muscles tense beneath his clothes, visible through the fabric, as he leans over his keyboard and begins to type.

You’ve been obedient, pet. I’m proud of you.

The praise catches me off guard, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I struggle to swallow the lump in my throat.

“Thank you, Master.”

Now, stand up and turn around. Let me see what I’ve been craving all day.

Obeying his orders, I get up slowly, cautiously moving a step away to ensure he has a clear view of my nearly naked body as I turn around.

Despite what others may believe, I don’t feel at ease in my own skin.

Yes, I have long, silky dark hair that cascades down my back and piercing baby-blue eyes, but despite these features, I don’t feel pretty.

I have small breasts that are accentuated by my naturally full lips, while my curvy ass creates a striking contrast with my small waist.

I hate it.

Yes, I sell my body online to pay off my loan, but my Master’s presence makes me feel a bit pretty, even without words.

I know it’s odd, but I swear I can feel his eyes piercing through me, watching my every move.

The sound of the keyboard fills the room, causing me to spin my head towards the screen, eagerly waiting for him to write.

My pet is perfectly sinful. Take your laptop and position it precisely on your desk, aligning it with the edge. Go to your bedside drawer and grab your wand. Then sit on your chair and show me how good my whore is for me.

The fact that he knows where my toys are is baffling.

“My wand and not my dildo?”

I actually never used it. The mere thought of having a silicone object inside my vagina is enough to send shivers down my spine.

Although I can’t hear him, I can clearly see the slight movement of his chest, hinting that he’s laughing.

Nothing except your fingers will enter my pussy. Am I clear? Or do I need to discipline you, pet?

I shake my head, feeling the anger in his written words.

Good. Now obey, and don’t make me wait.

I quickly walk towards my bed, feeling the soft glow of the Christmas lights illuminating the bed frame as I reach for the wand in my drawer.

Another text waits for me as I sit in my chair.

Turn it on and let it slide from your neck, brushing against your skin until it rests between your breasts, finally reaching your nipples. Start by stimulating one nipple, then move to the other, continuing this pattern until you reach climax.

My eyes widen. I’ve never come by stimulating my nipples, let alone without any contact with my clit.

The sound of the keyboard reaches my ears, and I know he saw the surprise on my face.

Something to say?

“N-no, Master.”

Leaning back in his chair, he nonchalantly unzips his jeans but doesn’t reach for his cock.

I know he won’t speak a word until I bring myself to orgasm solely through the stimulation of my nipples.

Following his instructions, I turn on the wand and run it along my neck, feeling the gentle vibration travel down my body until it reaches the space between my breasts.

I keep my eyes fixed on the screen, but he remains motionless, refusing to remove his dick from his boxers.

The only sign that he’s enjoying what he’s seeing is the unmistakable bulge that forms beneath it.

The wand glides downward, making contact with my nipple, eliciting an involuntary moan from me.

Shit. That feels good.

I trace circles over the delicate fabric of my bra, feeling an instant response as my nipple hardens.

I can’t tear my eyes away from the noticeable bulge beneath his jeans as I continue and switch the wand to my other nipple.

As I moan, the sound reverberates around me, harmonising with the gentle tapping of the keyboard, forcing me to keep my eyes open to the chat box.

Show me my nipples, pet.

While trying to keep the wand on me, I do as he asks, but he continues typing.

Fucking pretty little buds. The perfect shade of pink. Seeing you obedient makes my cock painfully hard. Tease one with the wand, and then drench your fingers with your saliva before playing with the other one.

As I execute his orders, my head leans dangerously backwards in pure pleasure, but I push myself to stay focused and continue reading.

Now, I want you to imagine the tantalising sensation of my tongue tracing delicate circles around your nipple, gently caressing your areola before grazing my teeth against your erect nipple and tugging on it with force. Picture the mix of pleasure and pain, quickly followed by the comforting warmth of my tongue embracing it.

A loud groan leaves my lips as I picture it.

I want you to imagine the intensity as my hands wrap around your throat while a collar snugly fits around it. Feel the sensation of my firm grip on the leash, pulling while my mouth devours your tits.

“Fuck,” I sob as my hand starts to shake around my nipple.

Mmm. We’ll come to this part soon. My pet needs to come first before I fuck my whore like she needs to get fucked.

The sound of the keyboard fills the room, competing with the sensations coursing through my body as my eyes fight to stay open, unable to hide the pleasure I’m experiencing.

You keep your eyes on the screen when you come. Your orgasms belong to me. They are mine to allow and mine to watch.

The pressure is almost too much as the sensation takes over me.

“Master,” I beg. “Please. I need to come.”

So pretty when you beg. Come for me, pet. I want to see your eyes when you explode, knowing that I am the one giving you this pleasure. I am the one allowing you to come. Look at my cock. Look how hard you’re making me by obeying me.

I didn’t notice that he pulled out his shaft, its thick veins pulsating as he started to stroke it.

It makes me want to savour each vein, slowly licking them one by one.

His movement becomes faster as he keeps typing with one hand.

I’m so close. So, so close.

Do you want your Master to come for you? Because I’m dreaming of covering every inch of your body with my cum.

“Oh my god. Please. Please.” Tears drip from my face as I try to suppress my orgasm. I need him to?—

The perfect little slut for her Master. Come for me, pet, and look at me while I come for you.

That’s all I needed for my body to explode with a force I had never experienced.

My body trembles as a powerful orgasm consumes me, causing me to let out a loud scream. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, I force myself to maintain eye contact with him, heightening my climax as I watch him reach his own peak, his hand covered in his release that seems to never stop, mirroring my own intense experience.

I gasp for breath, feeling my body instantly relax as I switch off the wand and place it gently on the desk.

My eyes are weighed down by fatigue, yet they remain fixated on the screen.

You did so good for me tonight.

“Th-thank you,” I struggle to say with a yawn.

Go get some rest, pet. Next time, I won’t be as gentle as I was tonight with you.

Because that was him being gentle?

Fuck.

Why do I want more even though I just came?

Pet. Sleep. Now. You need to rest, drink, and eat something.

“In this order?” I chuckle, but another yawn escapes me.

I don’t do well with brat. Go drink and eat something, and then head straight to bed. You need to sleep.

I nod before he ends the chat, but his words linger in my mind.

“The more you act like a brat, the stronger his desire to discipline you becomes.”

Nuh-uh. Your fatigue causes you to over-analyse something that is simple and straightforward.

I let out another yawn and shuffle towards the kitchen, where I fill a glass with cool water and carefully arrange a plate of juicy strawberries. Then, I make my way back to bed.

Tomorrow is going to be a long day.

1 ? Boss of a family Bratva (pa - KHAN)

2 ? Little Bunny ( ZAY - ka)