Page 83 of Kings of Violence

Konstantin pushes inside me, and even after taking both Yuri and Nikolai, he feels large. How many times has he fucked me already? Somehow my body still isn’t used to it.

He groans and hooks an arm around my waist. “Yura, Nikolai. Help her out. Make her come while I fuck her.”

Nikolai moves in, his fingers teasing my clit again, and my breath hitches. Fuck. Fuck, I’m so close, and I know that when I come, I’m going to tighten around Konstantin and it’s going to be even more intense.

Yuri kisses me fiercely, sparks flying as he hungrily takes my mouth, and I give in to him as Konstantin starts to thrust.

“I’m close,” I whimper against Yuri’s mouth.

“Wring him dry,” Yuri says, half-smiling. “Get all of Kotya’s cum out of him.”

Konstantin laughs. “It won’t take long. She’s so fucking wet and sloppy. I’m probably pushing your cum further into her.”

Nikolai finds just the right spot, just the right rhythm, and I bite Yuri’s lip as my body spasms. The only thing holding me up is Konstantin’s arm around my waist for a moment, but then Nikolai is there, too, helping me stand up even as he continues to play with my clit. My body is oversensitive, and I want to beg them to stop, but it just feels so fucking good that I can’t.

I won’t.

Konstantin groans louder than the other two had, and his hold on me tightens to the point where I’m forced onto my tiptoes. He thrusts harder, faster, and I can feel even more heat flooding into me.

Even more of their cum, marking me from the inside out.

I would sag down if it wasn’t for their grip on me, and it’s all I can do to remain upright. Yuri had told me to wring Konstantin dry,but I’m the one who’s completely wrung out, little more than a puppet.

Konstantin pulls out of me, but he immediately gets his fingers against my hole. I whimper because of how oversensitive I am. I don’t know what he’s doing at first, until I realize he’s pushing the cum back into me.

“So sloppy,” Konstantin says with awe. He glances at Nikolai. “Turn the water off.”

Nikolai obeys, and the constant sound of water pouring overhead is cut off just that quickly. The only sounds are dripping, ragged breathing, and soft sounds I can’t help but make because I’m so overwhelmed by it all.

Then I do collapse, and Konstantin has to catch me before I go down completely. I brush my lips against the tattoo on Konstantin’s shoulder.

“Fuck,” Yuri mumbles. “Fuck. Um… How are you feeling, Sierra?” He runs his hand through his wet hair.

The sound I make is little more than a mewl. I can’t make anything make sense. So I close my eyes and let Konstantin hold me.

“I think she needs a nap,” Nikolai says with a chuckle. The sound is more familiar, more like what I know of him than the way he’d been acting during the fuck.

“Nap for all of us.” Konstantin lifts me up into his arms. “I think my bed is large enough.”

Nikolai’s smile fades. “I need a real shower,” he says vaguely. “And I’m not tired. I’ll join you later.”

For some reason I don’t understand, it bothers me. It’s like Nikolai is pulling away, and it scares me a little because if he’s going to return to how he was when they first took me, I want nothing to do with him.

I force those thoughts away too, though, burying my face in Konstantin’s hairy, heavily tattooed chest and letting him carry me carefully out of the shower and onto the bath mat.

Yuri says something in Russian, and Konstantin answers. I wish I could understand them, but their voices are soothing.

Konstantin carries me into his bedroom. Yuri pulls the covers back, and Konstantin sets me down. They both settle in with me, one on either side.

They keep speaking in low voices to each other.

I should probably care what they’re saying, but I don’t.

Instead, I drift to sleep, feeling safe and warm in their arms despite myself.

EIGHTEEN

Konstantin

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