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"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
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"What the hell is that?" Niki asks as I walk through the door, since everyone knows now, Cillian can actually pick me up and drop me off at the house, "What's what?" I ask as I walk up the stairs and towards my room "The giant hickey covering half your neck" He replies in a duh tone of voice, I smack my hand over his mouth "Can you not yell it out for the world to hear?!" I whisper yell at him.
I know I'm an adult, but I don't need the boys or Papa scolding me for the choices I make, well, not these choices anyway.
"Yell it out?! маленький цветочек, весь чертов мир может видеть его отсюда! (little flower, the whole damn world can see it from here!)"
"So dramatic" I groan as I walk into my room, "Spill the beans hoe" Ally speaks up, I see him laying on my bed propped up on one elbow, "Oh my goddd, we're not doing this" I groan dropping my bag next to my closet, "Why not?" They both whine at the same time.
"Because you're my brothers and it's weird" I huff, "Alright, I'll tell you a story about me then you can tell us all the details. Once, this girl was giving me head and then she stuck a finger up my a-" Niki starts rambling, I smack him over the back of the head stopping him "Shut up, shut up, shut up".
"What was that for?!" He pouts, "Because no one wants to hear about a girl sticking her finger up your ass!" Ally responds, lord, strike me dead now, I beg.
"Fine he gave me a hickey, are you two happy?!" I yell to shut them both up, Ally smiles like a crazy person, what the hell is he smiling about? "Who gave you a hickey полевой цветок? (wildflower?)", Uh oh, I turn around and smile sheepishly at him, "Hi Papa" I basically whisper, his eyes widen at the site of my neck "IT LOOKS LIKE YOU'VE BEEN ATTACKED BY A VAMPIRE!!" He yells, it's not an angry yell, no it's more like shock, I think.
"Papa, are you trying to tell me you weren't a hound dog in your younger years?" I question, his mouth drops at my statement, both the boys try but fail to hold in their laughs, "I was an angel thank you very much" Papa scoffs, and the boys laugh even harder.
"No you weren't, дедушка (grandad) told us all types of stories about you" Ally smirks, I want to question him about these stories but the word grandad halts my actions, "Grandad?" I question, no one has ever mentioned any grandparents, I just kind of assumed well, that they were dead.
I look back at Papa as he scratches the back of his neck nervously, "It was going to be a-" He begins to explain but the sound of the front door slamming open halts him, "ГДЕ МОЯ ВНУЧКА?! (WHERE IS MY GRANDDAUGHTER?!)" A loud dark raspy voice yells, I shove my way past Papa and run down the stairs to where the voice came from, I almost trip on the last few but manage to recover.
Stopping in my tracks I'm met with a man that looks exactly like Papa, but much older "моя маленькая принцесса, подойди, обними дедушку (my little princess, come give Granddad a hug)" He smiles warmly holding his arms out to his sides.
Now, if it was any other strange man that had stormed into the house demanding a hug from me I'd probably kick their teeth in, but I can read him like a book, nothing but kindness and love are in his eyes, so I walk up to him and hug him as if I remember him.
"посмотри, насколько ты вырос (look how much you've grown up)" He whispers more to himself, as we both let go his eyes leave mine to something over my shoulder, I turn around to see Papa and the boys standing their watching us, granddads arm goes around my shoulder pulling me into his side.
"Дмитрий, какого черта ты так долго говорил мне, что моя принцесса вернулась? (Dimitri, why the fuck did it take you so long to tell me that my princess has returned?)".
Ooooooo Papa's in troubleeeeeeeeeeeee.
"пап, я позвонил тебе через два дня после того, как мы ее вернули, я не виноват, что ты не умеешь читать текстовые сообщения (Dad, I called you two days after we got her back, it's not my fault you don't know how to read text messages)" Papa sighs, they both start bickering with each other until Papa changes the subject back to me, well my neck specifically.
"Посмотри, что какой-то мужчина сделал с шеей твоей внучки! (look what some man did to your granddaughter's neck!)" Papa points at me, you fucking snitch.
My grandfather looks to my neck and then back to Papa before shrugging, " ты была самой большой шлюхой до того, как решила выйти замуж за того демона, которого называла женой (You were the biggest manwhore before you decided to marry that demon you called a wife)" My granddad retorts, oh he got your ass.
The boys and I try our best to suppress our giggles, "как насчет того, чтобы мы все перекусили, хм? (How about we all catch up over some food hmm?)".
After talking for a few hours I learnt that my granddad lives in Russia still, apparently, he doesn't like travelling away from the motherland but once he realised I was back he boarded the first plane he could get on, poor thing travelled for hours all by himself.
I was informed that my grandmother had passed away after losing her battle with cancer 3 years ago, he must have really adored her as he let a few tears fall whilst talking to me about her.
I also was informed of just how much of a manwhore my Papa was, apparently, he used to sneak out to go to parties and when Grandad went to find him the next day he was always at a different woman's house, what a little slut.
"Итак, кто этот мужчина, который, кажется, вас очаровал? (So, who is this man that seems to have you captivated?)" Granddad asks whilst Papa and the boys are busy making up some more snacks to eat, "His name is Cillian, I met him at one of Papa's events" I smile thinking back on the memory.
"Киллиан Уэлш? Я слышал о нем хорошие вещи. но если он причинит тебе боль, я без колебаний всажу ему пулю в голову (Cillian Welsh? I've heard good things about him. But if he hurts you I won't hesitate to put a bullet in his head)".
"да, дедушка (yes grandad)" I smile, but don't doubt that he would actually do it, he looked scary when he was telling off Papa.
