Just A Bit Ruthless

Lake Geneva was beautiful—at least from Luke's bedroom window, it looked good.Well, to be precise, it was Roman's bedroom, but since Roman was away most of the day and only came back late at night, Luke couldn't help but feel that the room was his own.

Looking at the beautiful mountains in the distance, he felt melancholy longing.He also did not explain why Roman brought him to Switzerland.He is alone all day.

He has to escape.have to run.

Because he was terrified.Fear of what will happen to you next.Afraid that as the weeks passed, it would be harder and harder to justify how he felt—why he felt that way around Roman.Afraid of waking up tomorrow and forgetting about my life in England.He wanted to go back to that life.He is afraid of losing himself.

Fear that all this worrying is too late.

There are many indications that this has already happened.

He's always wearing Roman's clothes, and he likes it.His face and thighs were always red from beard pricks from Roman's kisses, and he'd barely recovered, and he loved it.His body was covered with bite marks, scratches and bruises of various degrees, so that he could not stop staring at it, and his whole body was floating.Roman had fucked him so often, so hard, and for so long these days that Luke barely had to expand to accept him.The fact that they fit together so perfectly in bed terrified him.Luke had always enjoyed sex, but he had never experienced sex like this: so addictive, so indispensable.He had never felt like this before, that a man's hand seemed to be born to touch his body.

He was scared out of his wits.He shouldn't feel this way, shouldn't feel this way about this man.

He was startled by the sound of the door, and he tore away from his thoughts.

Heart beating faster, the door opened just as Luke turned around.

The person who came in was not Roman.

is a young woman.She stared at him, dumbfounded.

He looked back at each other.

The visitor was quite handsome, with black hair and dark eyes full of doubt and incomprehension.He always felt like he had seen that face before, but he couldn't tell where it looked familiar.

"Oh," she whispered in Russian, "well, I really didn't expect this to happen." She moved closer to Luke, studying him curiously.

"Hi," Luke said, pulling Roman's T-shirt down, suddenly embarrassed that he wasn't wearing pants.Who is this girl?How did she get into this room?As far as Luke knew, only Roman had the key card for this house, and the whole house was heavily guarded. "Who are you?"

The other party raised his eyebrows. "Who are you? This is my house."

Luke felt a sudden tangle in his heart, and it was extremely uncomfortable.her house?Does Roman have... a wife?Is he already secretly married?

Before he could figure out how to answer, following the sound of footsteps, the pale-faced Vlad came to the door. "Anastasia, you shouldn't be here," he told her in Russian. "Romain is going to be angry - he's already angry. I called him."

The woman, Anastasia, put her hands on her hips and snorted nonchalantly. "I'm angry!" she pointed at Luke. "Who is he? Why is he in my brother's bedroom?"

elder brother?She is Roman's sister?

Vlad pursed his lips and cast a dark look in Luke's direction. "He's a guest," he said, taking Anastasia's arm and dragging her toward the door.

Anastasia remained motionless. "I'm not a fool, Vladik. How can a guest live in Roman's bedroom casually, and wear only a T-shirt-it looks like Roman's?"

Note ①: Vladik, the nickname of Vlad (Vlad).

Vlad rubbed the back of his neck and looked around but not at Anastasia.Luke felt his face heat up.

Anastasia looked at Vlad, then at Luke, opening her mouth in an "O".At this moment, a grin grew wider and wider on her mouth. "Really? My old straight brother is sleeping with a man?" She stared at Luke's face carefully, and the smile disappeared. "Is it still a boy? Are you an adult?" she asked in English, and like Roman, she couldn't catch the slightest accent. "I didn't even know my brother liked young teeth, let alone a man."

"I'm 100 percent an adult," Luke said with a sigh. "I am 23."

"So," she said with surprise and teasing in her tone. "But you're still much smaller than Roma. And you don't have boobs."

Note ②: Roma, the nickname of Roman.

"Anastasia Danilovna, you should get out. Please." Vlad seemed to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"Why?" said Anastasia. "Maybe I just want to get to know someone? My brother puts his family aside every night for him, and doesn't even attend the important wedding rehearsal." She walked over with a smile on her face and held out her hand to Luke. "Anastasia Demidova, also known as Anastasia Lugova, will soon be Anastasia Bernard. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you," said Luke, slightly recovered from his surprise.Roman is here to attend his sister's wedding? "My name is Luke—"

"It's very kind of you to come here in the midst of your busy schedule, Nastya," said a familiar voice softly.

Note ③: Nastya is the nickname of Anastasia.

Anastasia's smile froze, like a fawn caught in headlights.

Roman walked towards her, took the key card back from her hand, and put it back in his bag. "Explain, explain," he said in a very gentle tone.

She swallowed. "I'm just curious, Roma. I wonder why you never spend the night with your family."

"Curious," Roman repeated her words. "What if you ran into someone dangerous when you ran into this room? Then what should we do?" Seeing that his sister didn't say a word, his tone became more serious. "You're not only risking your own safety, but our entire family. There are many things you don't understand, Nastya. There's a reason I keep you out of those things. Where's your bodyguard?"

"Roma—"

"Go home," Roman growled, the muscles in his cheeks twitching. "Vlad will escort you."

"Roman," Anastasia didn't give up, but the other party just shook her head.

"I'll talk to you later," he said firmly. "Vlad, take her home."

Anastasia was less stubborn when Vlad came to show her out, but she smiled and waved at Luke anyway. "See you later, Luke! Although I didn't know that Roman had a boyfriend before, it's still great to see you."

"Get out!" Roman gritted his teeth and shouted, and Anastasia ran away in a hurry.

When the door closed with a click, Roman cursed silently before turning his gaze to Luke.The anger in his eyes faded a little, and another expression appeared. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You have family," Luke said with a wink. "A family of normal people, plus an annoying little sister and a wedding rehearsal."

Roman walked towards him, loosening his tie. "I know, it's shocking, isn't it?" He smirked. "Sometimes the bad guys have mothers and siblings. We're not all orphans from miserable backgrounds who grew up being bullied."

Luke chuckled, but he still couldn't quite get used to the new news that Roman had family. "I guess it's because I never envisioned you as an overprotective older brother."

The corner of Roman's mouth was crooked again. "Don't you think of me as a nice guy, honey." He put his hands on Luke's hips and looked down at Luke with a defensive look. "I'm just protecting myself and my belongings. That's all."

Luke nodded.That makes sense. "Your sister says she has another name, Anastasia Lugova. Does the rest of your family have that name? Do they know what you're doing?"

"Of course they know what I did. Part of it." Roman obviously didn't want to talk about this topic. He restrained his expression and his eyes became cold.

Luke's heart flinched, trying to fight back the mad urge to cheer Roman up, to please him.Damn, is this the initial symptoms of Stockholm Syndrome?

"Part?" Luke said, reaching for Roman's tie.

Roman let him do it, with a strange look on his face. "You ask too many questions."

"No matter how many questions I asked, you only answered a small part, so I think it's better to ask more, so that it's more likely to get some answers." Luke shrugged with a smile. "You can't bite, right?"

Roman's eyes wandered to his cheeks—Luke knew that was exactly where his dimples were.Roman stared at it for a moment, then leaned over and kissed it.

He kissed that dimple.

Luke couldn't move, his eyes wide open, his breath held, his tie slipping to the floor.

Roman froze.He stepped back, turned and left, with a slight displeasure on his expression, and then took a step towards the door.

"Are you leaving now?" Luke asked abruptly, and almost immediately felt surprised and embarrassed by his clingy performance of foolishness and wrong partner, and couldn't help being taken aback.Hold!It was worse than he had thought.It can't go on like this.He had to get away, as soon as possible - before things got worse.

"That's it?" Roman turned back to look at him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and put on a cold speculative expression.He shaved today and looked younger than usual.This should have made him a little more lovable, but it was the exact opposite.This pristine version of Roman in a tailor-made designer suit only reminds Luke of the cold-eyed stranger when they first met in that restaurant, which made him nervous It's too bad.Luke was used to the unshaven Roman, not this one.Such Roman made him very uncomfortable.

Well, he actually just loves that beard so much.

"You want me to stay?" Roman said, with an elusive look on his face.

Luke folded his arms across his chest, eyeing each other.Is it all just a game for this man?Roman has a penchant for everything.Sometimes, Luke felt that he was just a pawn on the chessboard, allowing Roman to place it at will according to his needs, and was discarded at will after the use value was drained.For the first time in his life, he felt such a strong sense of powerlessness.

God, he hated it.

He wants to take back some control.He wanted to change the situation, wanted to see Roman lose control.

Luke tugged at the hem of the large ill-fitting T-shirt and yanked it off.Of course, he was wearing nothing underneath.Roman seemed to think it was absurd to give him more clothes than to keep him barely covered.

Roman's blue eyes scanned his body.Luke stood upright, facing his scrutiny, not letting himself feel shy about it.If there's one thing he's absolutely sure of, it's that Roman wants his body.A person can fake his emotions, open his eyes and tell nonsense, but as men, they can never hide their lust.Roman wanted him—so much that he didn't care if he was a man or a woman.

"Are you saying you want me to stay?" Roman said in a playful tone, this bastard.

Luke shrugged and sprawled on the bed. "I'd rather you go away," he said softly, running a hand over his chest and sighing as it touched his nipple. "You don't know what I need anyway."

silence.

Luke smiled slightly and turned to look at the ceiling.

"From the way you begged for my dick, I seem to understand your needs," Roman said calmly and clearly.

"Anyway, it's just a hole, and it doesn't matter whoever inserts it," Luke said with a smirk. "I just like being fucked, as long as the dick is hard and thick. But you don't really know how to take care of me."

"What do you mean by that?" Roman's tone suddenly became impatient.very good.

Luke looked him straight in the eyes. "I love being licked," he murmured. "I love it when guys stick their tongues in my anus and let me ride on their faces."

There seemed to be something like fire burning in Roman's eyes, some kind of dark and shapeless flame.Could it be anger?Or is it disgust?Would it be too much for a straight guy to mention this kind of thing to him?As a straight man, Roman is not stingy in bed, whether he touches Luke's penis with his hands or even his mouth, he doesn't think it's dirty at all.But putting his mouth to another man's ass seemed to him to be over the line.But he didn't expect it: many comrades don't like to eat butts either.it's a pity.Luke is pretty good at this one.

"Little scumbag," Roman said sternly.

"What's the matter?" Luke said with a hippie smile, but he was relieved: Roman is not such a perfect lover after all. "You think it's too gay? Let's go, so I can comfortably masturbate. It's been a long time since I masturbated to my favorite fantasy drama. You don't have any part in this."

"Whose role is there?" Roman's voice revealed a certain evil spirit.

Luke looked back, wondering if he was being jealous.Probably not, but he just couldn't help thinking about it.On the one hand, Luke wants to retaliate against Roman's arrogance - he said that Luke would open his legs to him even on the day he married the girl of his dreams.Luke, on the other hand, never told anyone about his favorite sexual fantasies.That content may be a bit perverted, but it's not illegal to think about it, right?

Luke rolled over on his stomach, hugged the pillow, and pressed his hot cheek against the cold fabric.

"One night I was on the beach," he finally whispered, closing his eyes. "I was naked and sleeping on my stomach, totally defenseless. Someone put a tongue through my back door and woke me up with rough stubble tickling my buttocks. I was startled because I had no Don’t know the man, but it feels good right now, and I don’t want him to stop.” It’s not entirely true to say that Roman wasn’t part of this fantasy: just recently, the faceless stranger grew more and more. It looks more and more like Roman. "I was a little embarrassed by my reaction but couldn't stop screaming and shrugged back and stuck the stranger's tongue in me. He made me get on my knees and tongue fucked me. I want him to stop, but also want him to continue - it feels so good, I want him to fuck deeper - I want more -"

Hands parted his buttocks, wet tongue flicked over his back hole.Luke moaned softly as Roman began to lick and suck on his sensitive circle of flesh. A shudder ran through him.The sensuality was too much, but not enough, and he moaned, thrusting back, wanting to be penetrated by Roman's tongue.The tip of the opponent's tongue squeezed into his body, Luke closed his eyes tightly, feeling that he was invaded by Roman, the opponent penetrated more and deeper, licking and opening up inside, the wet sound was mixed with the sound of heavy breathing, and Luke Own weak whimper.

"Please," he said with difficulty, his voice sounded like a sob, sweat dripping down his neck.Roman's tongue flicked out, running along Luke's hole, over and over, until Luke felt his legs tremble and tears welled up. "Please please please please—I want you—Daddy—"

Luke didn't realize what he had just said until the other's tongue stopped moving around his hole.The embarrassment hit like a wave. "I..." As soon as he opened his mouth, Roman continued to lick his asshole, and the speed increased.Luke whimpered, his body tensing with desire. "Please--"

Roman turned him over, leaning over Luke, still in full suit, except for his tie and crotch unzipped. "Want to be fucked, baby?" he whispered, his voice deep and husky, his eyes fixed on Luke hungrily. "Want to be loved by Daddy's big cock?"

Luke nodded in confusion, and stretched his arms up to hug Roman, wanting to be hugged and fucked by him.Roman leaned down to suck on his neck, rubbing Luke's sensitive nipples with one big hand while the other reached for the condom and lubricated.

Luke sobbed when Roman finally thrust into him.His fingers gripped Roman's suit tightly, and there was nothing he could do but cling and pant as he was being thrust by the other's cock.He felt his body and mind were conquered, he loved the stark contrast between Roman's well-groomed clothes and his nakedness, and loved the feeling of his extremely sensitive skin being rubbed by the material of the other's clothes.

He didn't know how much time had passed.The scorching tears blurred his vision, and he could only see things within two feet. As Roman pushed his hips against his body again and again, the thick cock pushed him away, and his senses were stimulated to the limit, bringing him gradually The thrill of soaring.He is now firmly grasping Roman's crotch like a cat. While being conquered by his senses, he is also greedy for more, and his whole body is about to go out of his body.

"Cum out, little princess," Roman whispered into his ear, barely audible.He pushed hard on Luke's prostate. "Cum for Daddy."

Just this one.With a violent sob, Luke cums on Roman's fancy shirt, digging his nails into Roman's strong buttocks.He wanted to push back against Roman, wanted to meet each other's penetration again and again, but he couldn't do it, he was completely powerless, his heart was still beating, and his penis was still feeling the pulsation along with the aftertaste.He let out a broken gasp, watching Roman's face contort with pleasure as Roman used his body as a tool to achieve his own orgasm.Roman screams so loud, Luke likes him that way, he knows Roman is the one who growls and snarls because of him, he's the one who makes Roman lose control in the climax chase, and knowing it makes him really feel happy.When Roman finally comes, Luke sighs contentedly, feeling somehow proud and content.

Afterwards, he lay beside the sleeping Roman, unable to fall asleep with his eyes open, staring at the ceiling in a daze, wondering if his brain was broken.

dad.

He actually called Roman "Daddy."Luke had no idea he'd be interested in something like this before.But then again, he had never met a man as determined and mature as Roman before.When he was with those partners before, he never had this feeling of naturally wanting to surrender to each other.He never had the urge to please another man all the time.He never dared to show his feminine and coquettish side in front of any previous sexual partners.With Roman, however, he felt pampered, like a pet craving its owner's pampering.Love from Dad.from his Lord.

It's all fucking crazy.

He's crazy.

That's right, isn't he just a pet, a pet locked in a golden cage.Roman didn't pet him.Roman was just using him.Roman was going to use him for plans--plans he certainly wouldn't tell Luke about.If he wants to play this fun game, the last person he should find is Roman.Because to trust such a man with a hard heart and exhausted tricks, and always thinking of pleasing him, is tantamount to committing suicide.Maybe Luke is a hopelessly teenage optimist, but he's neither stupid nor naive.This is bad.It would be terrible if it went on like this, because the relationship between him and Roman had a shelf life.Before long, Roman would use him as a pawn against his father, and at that point, no matter the outcome, they would go their separate ways.Just having sex is already intense enough, and he doesn't want to involve any special fetishes that will make him emotionally vulnerable.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts and startled him.

Luke turned to look over.

The door was pushed open slightly, and Vlad's face appeared between the cracks.He turned his head to one side, and his face looked pale and solemn.

Luke frowned, staring at him.

Vlad tilted his head again.

Does he have something to say?

Luke looked at the sleeping man beside him, got off the bed softly, and walked to the door barefoot.Vlad handed him a folded piece of paper.From time to time he looked over Luke's shoulder to Roman, sweat glistening on his brow.

Luke frowned, took the note and read it.

Dear Luke:

When my brother finds out (he will) he'll probably kill me but after I learn who you are from Vlad (just look me in the eye and he surrenders) , my conscience cannot remain indifferent to your situation.

I'm not that naive, knowing that my brother is far from being a serious businessman who is harmless to humans and animals.I knew what he was doing, and kept it hidden from us - his family.Most of the time, I don't take it seriously.Maybe it's a bit cowardly, but ignorance is sometimes a blessing.Let me tell you the truth, in a situation like this, I'd rather not know anything, because it's a terrible thing to do against Roma.I know he loves us, but you've probably noticed that it's not his fault that he is ruthless.Sometimes my brother gets so caught up in it that he goes overboard, hurting someone without feeling like he's done anything wrong or having a bad conscience.I cannot agree with this.

Tomorrow is my big day, and I hope that everything will be perfect by then. Not only I will be happy, but everyone will be happy too.I consider myself a good person.As I say my wedding vows in front of God and people, I hope I don't have any burdens of conscience.

That's right, that's what it means: Tomorrow you'll be free.I managed to convince Vlad to help you escape, and make it so that you escaped with the assistance of others.You may not believe it, but it didn't take much to convince him.For some reason, Vlad seems eager to send you away.

Vlad will get you out around 11:[-] am when Roman is away and most of the guards will be at my wedding.You have nearly twelve hours to get to safety.My only request to you is: Please don't tell anyone about my brother's involvement in your kidnapping.He's not some monster, you know.Yes, he's tough and a bossy bastard, but he's also the best big brother to me.Even if he's a jerk sometimes, it's not for nothing.I don't know exactly what kind of plan he wants to implement with you, but there is a reason why he wants to take revenge on your father.He probably hasn't told you yet, but one of the people who died on that train was Roman's childhood friend, Mikhail.He is a good man.My brother may not be very kind, but he has one good thing: he will never disappoint those who are important to him, and will do whatever it takes to protect them from harm—not every man can do it .

good luck,

Anastasia

Luke stared at the paper, then slowly raised his gaze to Vlad.With fear in his belly, he finally understood why the other party was pale and nervous.

Vlad nodded nervously, snatched Anastasia's letter from him, and closed the door behind him.

A numbness spread through his chest, and Luke walked back to the bed and crawled under the covers.It took a lot of willpower to keep himself from looking at the man sleeping inches away.

Tomorrow he will be free.After nearly two months of dread, he was going home.

That's what matters.That's what he wanted most.That's what he needs.

Roman moved in his sleep, raising an arm and pressing it heavily on Luke's chest.

Luke closed his eyes, not daring to breathe.

He is going home.He is going back to normal life.

It's finally over.