MasukFaina GreenThe morning after Christmas dawned cold and gray, as if the sky knew something heavy was about to enter our home.I could still feel my body deliciously sore from the night before. Every step down the main staircase reminded me of Heros’s hands gripping my hips, Luther’s cock stretching my ass while Noah fucked me slowly, and Zedekiah’s hungry gaze as he came in my mouth. I smiled to myself, adjusting the thick wool sweater that hid the purple marks on my neck.In the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee, pancakes, and bacon filled the air. The quintuplets were already a mess—Yelena and Alicia fighting over a strawberry, Finnian trying to climb onto the counter, Alexander laughing, and Damon watching everything with that premature seriousness that worried me.
Faina GreenThe golden morning light streamed through the high windows of the living room, warming the Persian rug where my children sat. I watched the triplets — Darya, Yakov, and Vasily, full of their twelve-year-old energy — while explaining the system I had created years ago. But my mind, as always in these quiet moments, traveled six years into the past.I remembered the day after the birth of the five.The delivery was chaotic.Five babies. Five miracles crying at the same time in the operating room. Yelena and Alicia came first — the identical twins, dark hair and blue eyes. Then Finnian and Alexander, brown-haired like Luther, one with amber eyes like their father and the other with green eyes. Last came Damon, the quietest, his eyes already attentive t
Faina GreenSix years later.Snow fell gently over New York, turning the streets into a bright white postcard. It was Christmas Eve, and we had finally arrived at my parents’ house, just three blocks from our mansion. They had moved to the city permanently, unable to stay far from their grandchildren for long.The moment the car stopped, Darya was the first to jump out, her blonde curls bouncing as she ran through the snow.“Grandpa!” she shouted, throwing herself into my father’s arms. He was waiting on the snow-covered lawn.“Darya, careful! What did I say about running, especially in the snow?” Luther warned, but she was already in her grandfather’s arms, apologizing with a radiant smile.My children were now five and a half years old, and time really flew. I still remembered clearly the day I first held them—tiny, crying, and perfect.“Oh, let it go. It’s just snow. If she falls, it’s not the end of the world, right?
Faina Green “Sorry for shouting,” he says before kissing me. I reciprocate his kiss, bringing my hands to his hair, losing myself in this moment of intimacy.He lays me on the bed and gets on top of me. He doesn’t use the handcuffs to tie my hands but ties them above my head. With his knee, he spreads my legs, and his cock guides itself inside me.I sigh when I feel him entering and exiting twice, thrusting hard and deep. His eyes are locked on mine until he looks away and his mouth approaches my neck, kissing me with desire. I look up, contemplating through the mirror on the ceiling the movement of the muscles on his tanned back.It’s the most beautiful sight of all.His ass is whiter than any other part of his body and contracts as he penetrates me and pulls out of me.I want to touch him, but his hands prevent me.Faced with this, he intensifies the kisses and licks on my skin, provoking me to long for a kiss that he
Faina Green“Stop!” Noah holds my arms firmly. “You could hurt yourself.”“I want to get out of here!”“Faina,” Lohan sighs, running a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated. “Try to understand us… We found this letter in your things, and it shows that something more serious could be happening. We waited two weeks for you to tell us about this, but you said nothing.”“What do you think we would think?” Noah continues, still holding my arms firmly.“You were right! I’m sorry for not talking about Peter. I thought I could solve this alone.” I look at my hands, recognizing that they are right.“That’s the problem! You’re no longer alone, and you don’t need to face anything alone. We know you’re capable of handling situations. We’ve seen you in action,” Noah says, caressing my arms in a comforting way. “But we want to take care of you because we love you and not because we doubt your ability.”“Can we take care of you, F
Faina Green“Then there’s no reason for it to be a punishment, unless you’re hiding something from us.” Zedekiah raises his hand, the cold rings sliding over my warm back, goosebumps on my skin.Do I have something to hide? No! Well… Maybe I broke the nose of the guy who tried to touch me yesterday, but I don’t think that’s the reason. They couldn’t have found out. Not yet.“She won’t give in,” Heros says, standing up from where he was, now shirtless and with his jeans slipping down his hips.Oh, shit! I close my eyes for a moment, trying to understand why this situation.“Look, I was about to say that Dad wants to train the children like he did with me,” I say quickly, in the hope of changing the course of the conversation.“Really?” he questions, his expression becoming more serious. “We’re not going to involve the triplets in the mafia, much less our little one. Your father is trying to summon Vasily, but we won’t allow that,
Lohan GreenThe city lights glitter as my brothers and I move through the silent streets. It’s time to expose Arthur's and Borisov’s secrets and put an end to their plans.“I fo
Faina PetrovWhile I’m in my room, waiting for the plan I suggested to my father to bring good news and hoping they’re all safe, my mother enters silently and closes the door behind her. The worry in her eyes is evident.
Heros GreenThe chaos before us as we arrived at the school was a surreal spectacle. Police cars surrounded the area, their blue and red lights flashing hypnotically, casting shadows that danced on the walls. The air was thick with tension,
Faina PetrovFinally, we arrive at my father’s house. My heart races again, but this time it’s a dense mix of nervousness and excitement. As I get out of the car, the cold night air envelops me, bringing a familiar scent of pine







