Page 43 of The Devils' Darling

“Okay. Okay. Yeah, okay?” He’s muttering as if talking to himself.

“What’s your name?” Dom asks him.

“Vadim.”

“Go and pull his pants down, Vadim.”

Still on his knees, he shuffles over to Grigoriy, his head bent. His shirt is dark with blood from the bullet he’s taken to the shoulder. He must be weak and dizzy, but he knows if he doesn’t do this, the next bullet will finish him.

I’m sure the guys are going to call this off any minute. They’re just scaring them. But when Vadim reaches Grigoriy, Dom walks up to Grigoriy and points a gun at the back of his head.

“Don’t move,” Dom says. Then he addresses the man on his knees. “Suck him like your life depends on it, because it does.”

Grigoriy struggles and curses, and when Vadim pulls his pants down, taking his underwear with it, I understand why. He’s ragingly hard, and Tino is filming.

This will destroy his legacy in the macho, patriarchal world of the Bratva.

His cock is massive, the head dark and swollen. Thick veins run up its length.

“Jesus fuck, did you pay to have that thing enhanced?” Dom laughs.

Some part of me can’t let this happen. I hate Pale-Eyes—Vadim—for what he did to me, and Grigoriy, too. They all deserve to die, and I will pull the trigger myself, but doing this makes us as bad as them.

“No,” I say. “Stop this.”

But to my shock, Vadim ducks down and sucks half of Grigoriy’s cock into his mouth. His lips are stretched around his huge girth, and his pale eyes go wide. He chokes and gags a little but doesn’t pull back.

Grigoriy hisses, but his hips buck as he pushes farther in. Vadim gags again, and from the expression on Grigoriy’s face, he likes it.

He moans, and Vadim does too. Jesus Christ, were they all screwing each other or something?

Grigoriy grits his teeth and fucks Vadim’s mouth harder. I imagine he’d grab Vadim’s hair and hold him in place, if only his hands weren’t tied behind his back.

“Are you getting this, Tino?” Dom asks.

He’s lowered the gun now. If this is to look real, it won’t work if Grigoriy is being held at gunpoint.

“I don’t know if this is enough to ruin his legacy.” Tino shrugs. “I think we should make Vadim here fuck Grigoriy in the ass.”

“No, please,” I beg. “This is enough. We’ve got what we need on camera. We’ve ruined them.”

Dom and Tino exchange a glance, and Tino gives a tiny nod.

“Okay, you can stop now,” Dom commands the two men.

But Grigoriy shakes his head, his hips continuing to thrust. His ass muscles are bunched tight, and he crowds Vadim back against the wall, so the other man has no chance of pulling away. He’s weak and bleeding, and now Grigoriy is using him like a human fuck toy. The noises they’re both making turns my stomach, and I’m sure Grigoriy is going to empty himself down Vadim’s throat at any moment, if he doesn’t choke Vadim with his cock first.

I don’t want Grigoriy to have that pleasure. He doesn’t deserve it.

“Stop!” I yell. “I said stop.”

“Fuck off,” Grigoriy snarls. His hips are pumping as if he’s got no control of himself anymore. He’s violent in his need.

With a couple of swift steps, I grab the gun from Tino, and he whirls around in shock. “Kenzie?”

“Turn the fucking camera off,” Dom snaps.

Tino stops filming and puts his phone down. “What are you doing?” His tone is cautious, as well it might be.

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