Page 16 of Kings of Violence

For a moment, she freezes, then she shakes her head. “I don’t want to come. I don’t want you to touch me.”

“When the fuck did I give you the impression that I cared what you wanted?” I ask, some of my amusement melting away. She’s going to have to learn how to be more of what we want, and while sometimes I’ll want her to fight, it should be pretty fucking clear that right now, I want her to go along with this.

She stays still as I tweak her nipple, and I squeeze her breast harder before sliding my other hand down between her legs. I gather up some of her wetness, some of my cum, using that to lubricate my fingers as I start to play with her clit.

At first, her noises are pained, uncomfortable, but they steadily turn more and more panicked — panicked, before they turn into soft sighs of pleasure as she loses herself in my touch.

Yeah. I’ve still got it.

Despite all of her protests, she’s easy to get off. “Oh, zaya, zaya, zaya,” I chide as I feel her start to shake beneath my touch. “You should stop pretending you don’t want this. You may have been withboysbefore, but I’m a man. Kotya and Yura and I will bring you such pleasure you won’t want to saynoanymore.”

She sobs, her shoulders hunching over. That has some of her black hair falling to the side, exposing her neck, and I lean in to suck another mark onto her skin.

“You should be careful of your brand,” I tell her. “Sit up. I’ll clean it and make sure it isn’t going to get infected. Be a good girl, and we’ll take such good care of you, zaya.”

She snorts but says nothing, and I pat her head before getting up.

She stays where she is, and it’s easy enough to remove thebandage and inspect the mark. Everything looks fine, and I clean it and rebandage it before turning to her with a sigh.

“Now that that’s been sorted and I’m properly satisfied,” I say cheerfully, “it’s time for breakfast and for you to satisfy your other purpose here.” She looks quizzical for a moment, and I arch a brow. “Or were you lying about your computer expertise?”

I don’t know if I want her to have lied or not.

She shakes her head, though. “No, I was telling the truth. I just need the laptop and I can start searching for what you want.”

I nod and point toward the attached guest bathroom. “Go shower. I’ll grab the laptop while you do that.”

For a split second, she looks grateful. I also notice that this is one order she rushes to obey. I snort to myself and begin wiping myself clean and putting my boxer briefs and jeans back on.

I find my phone, where I’ve gotten one text message from Konstantin.

He typed it in Russian, of course, and there’s a split second where I misread the cyrillic as latin letters. I grumble in annoyance, hating that reading Russian still gives me trouble.

Stop wasting time. Bring the girl to my office.

I type back in English,naked or clothed?

Konstantin takes a few seconds to reply, also in English,up to you.

Naked, then. It’s far, far more fun, and I’ve taken the edge off enough to where I should be able to concentrate.

“Hurry up!” I shout in the direction of the bathroom. “Kotya wants you.”

Let her think what she will of that.

After a few more minutes, the shower shuts off, and I hear rustling around as she dries herself off. I go to her, my eyes flicking over her. Her skin looks red, like she really put effort into scrubbing it clean. The area around the bandage is mostly dry though, at least, and I won’t have to redo it.

“Come,” I say impatiently.

“Clothes?” she tries, only for her shoulders to slump when I grin and shake my head.

“Nope. Everyone’s seen your sloppy pussy,zaya. What is there to hide now?”

The look she gives me is furious, but she knows better than to open her mouth, at least.

I lead her to the door and through the halls to Konstantin’s office, knocking once before letting myself in with the girl on my heels.

Sierra.

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