MASHA
I watched in fear as Ivan stretched lazily over me, his body warm and heavy as he reached toward the door. My heart thundered in my chest as I realized what he was about to do.
“Ivan—don’t you dare—” I whispered harshly, but it was too late.
“I love the sound of my name on your lips.” He mouthed as he cracked the door open and, with one quick pull, dragged my brother Nik inside.
“What the—” Nik's eyes scanned the room, landing on Ivan slouched on the bed and me frozen beside him. His face morphed into something between shock and outrage.
The room definitely smelled of s*x.
“I wanted you two to get to know each other,” Nik blurted, his voice climbing a pitch, “but not this close!”
Nik groaned, rubbing a hand across his face like my brother’s presence was a minor inconvenience.
