Page 64 of Kings of Violence

“You fucked her in a public bathroom?” Yuri interrupts, sounding intrigued. “In one of the stalls?”

“Oh, no. He couldn’t be that fucking considerate,” Sierra says, her voice turning shrill.

Yuri turns his gaze on me.

I laugh, setting Sierra’s laptop bag down on the floor and grabbing her, pulling her back against my front and groping one of her breasts. “I locked the door! How was I supposed to know they’d get a janitor to open it?”

Yuri smiles, and I’m glad to see that. He’s been especially dour since he got out of jail, like he was blaming me and Konstantin for… something.

“Sierra’s got some sort of public sex kink,” Yuri says. “She fondled me on my bike and forced me to find an exit so we could fuck over the bike.”

“I don’t have an exhibitionist streak,” Sierra protests. “I can’t help it that you two fuckers do.”

She tries to squirm away from me, and I grab her nipple, tweaking it until she goes still.

“Us two fuckers, as you put it, get to do whatever we want to you. Remember?” I yank her shirt up with my other hand, fingers going over the scarred-over brand. “Or did you forget this?”

“How could I?” she asks sharply.

Yuri starts looking around the room. “Kotya’s busy. We’re all alone, in this big kitchen.” His lips widen into a grin. “Well, alone, unless one of the men comes in for a snack.”

“I could go for a snack right now,” I say. I’m mostly sated from earlier, but hell, I’m still young. I could go for another round, and I know Yuri could use the stress relief of fucking her. I could tell him all about how it felt…

I pull her shirt off, and she lets out a frustrated little sound that’s really pretty adorable from her.

“You’re more of a pest than James is,” Sierra snarls as she struggles against me.

“James?” Yuri asks while he pulls his leather jacket off.

“Her ex-boyfriend,” I say, and while I intend for the words to come out light, they come out as a snarl. “He cornered her in a classroom. Apparently our zaya broke up with him and he’s not too pleased about it.”

“He was a dick,” Sierra mutters. “But he’s got nothing on the two of you.”

Yuri’s expression turns darker. “You dated somebody? Who was it? Why didn’t your brothers chase him off?”

Huh. Not that I’m altogether happy about the fact that the dick got up in my face, but Yuri is a little more affected by this than I am.

“I dated more than one somebody,” she says, trying to pull away from me again.

I let her, only to push her in Yuri’s direction.

“And they didn’t know, all right? It’s not like I told everyone about my… love life.” The blip is almost indiscernible, but I was listening too closely not to catch the brief hesitation.

Yuri grabs her and places his hand over her brand. “Who was he?” he asks again. “Some frat boy? A rich American?”

Again, she tries to pull away, but Yuri has a firm grip on her. “Just some random frat boy, yes. And I guess he was rich? I don’t know what you consider rich.”

“He was definitely well-off,” I interject. “His clothes looked expensive.”

“That doesn’t mean—” Sierra cuts herself off, shaking her head. “Look, he meant nothing to me. And he cheated on me, so it’s a moot point. I broke it off with him and it’s not like I could go back to him even if I wanted to.”

“Hecheatedon you?” Yuri’s voice turns thunderous. “What kind ofmudakwould cheat onyou?”

She stills, and her expression has gone from angry and frustrated to baffled.

I can’t say I blame her. I don’t know why it matters that much.

All right, I don’t like people who cheat on their partners; I’ve never been into being “the other man.” But Sierra is just another woman.

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