Page 109 of Kings of Violence

We aren’t here to appreciate the decor, though. I point to the laptop on the desk. “There you go. I’ll see if there’s anything fun hidden in the room.”

“Yep,” she says, crossing the room. She opens the laptop, her eyes scanning the screen. Her brows knit in concentration as she works between the laptop and the device she’s carrying, her expression going from irritation and exasperation to abrupt triumph. “There, you bastard,” she mutters under her breath.

I leave her to it and start casing the room. I find the hidden safe—behind a large painting with an obvious frame—but I don’t want to try my luck with cracking it. With more research and time, it should be possible, but if I fuck up, I put us all in danger.

There’s a gun hidden underneath the couch, accessible if somebody were to hide behind it. It’s even loaded. I pocket it, silently thanking Don Marino for supplying me with a weapon. Combined with the ceramic knives I have inside my boot, I’ve got a passable arsenal.

“You find anything yet?” I ask, closing in behind her. “We can’t be missing for too long.”

Sierra huffs in annoyance. “Just give me some more time. He’s got encrypted folders he definitely doesn’t want anybody else to access.”

The dress’s design means her shoulders and back are bare. I lean down and kiss the juncture, running one hand along her arm.

She shivers, but she bats at my hand. “Hey. Trying to focus,” she says absently. “I’m never going to get anything done with you touching me like that.”

I move my hand from her arm down to her breast, where the brand is. I trail my fingers over the slightly harder lines of the scar, the silhouette of the raven that is the Voronkov namesake.

“Don’t mind me,” I whisper.

She’s taken off the mask to get a better look at the computer, and it makes it easier to see her flushed cheeks. She’s not unaffected by this — by our makeout session, apparently — and she makes a soft noise as my hand slides down to her barely concealed breast.

“Yuri…” she quietly pleads. “We don’t have time.” She gestures to the laptop. “I need to get this sorted before someone comes in here.”

She does.

But we’re relatively safe here. The guards aren’t going to come in to check on us.

“I could get you off in five minutes,” I say, blowing softly against her ear.

A soft whimper escapes her, and she bites her bottom lip. “That’s a pretty arrogant statement. What do I get if you can’t manage it?”

“The dissatisfaction of being right and being left on the edge?” I slide my hand underneath her dress, down to the g-string she’s wearing. Anything else would have been visible through the fabric.

“That doesn’t sound very nice for me,” she says, her voice a little wobbly. “I think I should get something better than that when you fail.”

“Yeah? What do you want?” I get two fingers on her pussy, seeking out her clit and rubbing insistently.

“I… Um… rain check,” she says. “Damn it, Yuri, Konstantin is going to be so—” Her breath hitches as my fingers glide over her clit. “…so pissed if… if we get interrupted before I find anything.”

“He would be,” I agree. I suck on her neck, wondering if I have the time to leave a truly visible mark. “Imagine him bending you over his lap. He’d probably make me watch him spank you. Force me to watch and not touch.”

Another whimper, and she grabs the desk to steady herself. “No one is spanking me,” she says, but her breath stutters anyway. “But it would serve you right not to… not to get to touch me.” She arches her back, and I can tell it isn’t even going to take five minutes to get her off. I want to plunge into her hot, wet pussy so fucking badly.

My cock presses insistently against my slacks, and I don’t know how I wasn’t half hard all evening with how fucking sexy Sierra looks in this dress.

“Get up,” I say. “Bend over the desk. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll come in ten seconds flat.”

“What?” she asks, shaking her head. “What is with you and Nikolai wanting to fuck me in public? No. We don’t have time, Yuri!”

“We’ll have less time if you fight me,” I point out. “And don’t you want me to fill your pussy? I bet you’re clenching already, waiting for me to get deep inside you.”

“Then I’ll be dripping with your cum everywhere because this g-string isn’t keeping anything in there,” Sierra hisses.

Somehow, that does not change my mind. My cock pulses at the thought of her trying to keep my cum inside instead of letting it trail down her inner thighs. I groan, pushing her into place.

For all her protests, she doesn’t fight me as I push her into place, shoving the dress up around her waist and unbuttoning my slacks. I can’t wait any longer. The second my cock is free of my pants, I’m inside of her, pounding into her.

She makes needy, desperate little noises. I don’t think even two minutes go by before her quivering gets more intense, and her entire body shudders with the force of a delayed climax as her cunt clenches around my cock.

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