“Got you, little mouse”— strong hands trap me, pressing me against a hot body.
— It’s time you learn a lesson.
— Let me go, or else… — I squeak, but the instructor smirks right in front of my face, knowing he’s won.
— I’ll tell everyone about your dirty little schemes!— And who will believe you, Vaselina?
He traces my lips with a finger, crushes me with a smile, savoring it.
— Better not to mess with me. If you spill our little dirty secret, I’ll have to punish you…
He is my half-brother. My instructor. My tormentor—who’s involved in criminal business. Dangerous. Authoritative. He’s used to getting what he wants. And now… Now he wants to punish me.