Page 68 of Unveiled

Oh god.

How can I let the memory of absolute ecstasy threaten my loyalty to my family?

Semyon chuckles under his breath, and a thrill races through me.

“Careful, little Anya,” he says softly, his voice dipping low. “You keep testing me, and I may have a few things to teach you myself.”

My mouth is dry, and my pulse races excitedly.

I shouldn’t want this so badly. My brother’s right there. I’m his sister.

It’s Semyon.

My husband.

Our hands work in tandem, but the electric tension between us buzzes.

“Ahhh.” Matvei shakes his head, his fingers over the keyboard flying. “Come to papa, motherfucker.”

Semyon throws a carrot at him and hits him square in the back of the head. Matvei groans and mumbles an apology.

“Hey!” I snicker and wince at the same time. That did not feel good. “You have good aim.”

His eyes meet mine, and he shrugs. “I never miss.”

Rodion comes in and asks Stefan if he wants to play catchwhile the others set the table. I can’t tell if he’s just trying to be nice to Stefan or trying to get out of work.

As the others bring food out and set the table, Semyon’s breath is hot in my ear. “Tell me, little Anya. We’re going to have dinner with my family. Do you still feel me inside you? Can you feel my cum leaking out of your pussy?” My eyes flutter closed, shutting the world out as I’m lost to sensation. “Tell me, Anya. Because I can still taste you.”

I nod, my cheeks flushing hot.

Can I still feel him?Hell, yes, I can.

Everyone seems to come out of the woodwork. Tall, elegant Yana—her husband conspicuously missing. I've been told she made her brother promise not to involve him in their work. Zoya, flitting from table to kitchen until Semyon finally puts his hand on her shoulder.

"There are enough people here to help set that table. Stop doing it all on your own."

She gives me a bashful smile.

"He's right," I say gently to her. She looks like she'd run herself ragged for them, and she's the youngest one. I still remember when she was a child. How old is she now? I know she's gone to university.

We set the food on the table while Matvei has a quiet word with Semyon, and I go to the front lawn to bring Stefan in.

"Dinner is ready," I call out.

A part of me doesn't like that we have to come here every night while Rafail sorts his shit and does whatever he has to,but another part of me is happy to see Stefan have a family. Family dinner. When was the last time we did that?

Stefan shakes his head. "I don't want to come in. I'm not hungry," he says defiantly.

Ugh. I do not want to have a confrontation with Stefan right now. “Stefan." My voice is a warning, just as Semyon steps up behind me.

“She wasn’t asking. Do what your sister says,” he says simply before he turns and walks away, fully confident my brother will listen. Stefan comes in like a scolded schoolboy at the end of recess.

It’s almost infuriating how effortlessly Semyon gets people to fall in line. I guess that kind of authority comes naturally when your reputation does most of the work.

I'm tired during dinner, barely holding on through some of the conversation. Semyon sits next to me. Leaning over, he whispers in my ear, "You look exhausted, Mrs. Kopolov. I wonder why?"

My cheeks flush, and I bury my face in a large glass of wine, which definitely doesn’t help my exhaustion.

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