Page 95 of Kings of Violence

“Fuck off, I can last,” Yuri grumbles, rolling his hips upward to drive further into me.

Before I can make a retort, Nikolai’s finger finally pushes inside of me. I gasp, my entire body going rigid at the sensation. It feels so wrong, so taboo, like I should be trying to get him to stop. But at the same time, there’s something wickedly alluring about it, too.

“Relax,” Nikolai says from behind me. “Bear down. It’ll make it easier.”

“Bear down? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I ask, my voice strained.

“Push out,” Konstantin explains. He kisses my shoulder again. “You’re turning red, Sierrochka. You like how it feels?”

“Iwant to feel something more substantial,” Yuri mutters.

“He can fuck you if you want to feel it that quickly,” I retort. This is awkward, but at the same time, I want more. It’s just tantalizing right now, a hint of what’s to come, and I want more.

God, when did I turn into such a fucking whore? My motherand brothers wouldkill meif they knew I was doing something like this, least of all while encouraging it.

“No,” Nikolai says, making me choke on a laugh. So he’s willing to kiss another man, but apparently that’s as far as it’ll go.

For now, at least.

I silently file away the idea of seeing how much it takes to coax Nikolai into trying what he’s so eager to dole out.

Yuri leans up to kiss my chest, then he turns his head to look at Konstantin. “What about you, Kotya?”

“I like to watch,” Konstantin answers with a smile. He pats Yuri’s cheek. “You know that.”

Yuri shakes his head. “No. You should be part of this too. Like we said—Sierra can suck you.”

I shake my head quickly. “Nope. I’m not…” I look down at Konstantin’s large cock, marveling that that thing can even fit inside of me. “I’m…”

“You’re…?” Nikolai prompts smugly as he slides a second finger along with the first, breaking my train of thought.

I jolt, and apparently I squeezed Yuri when I moved because he lets out a choked moan.

Konstantin strokes my jaw and pushes his thumb against my lips. “That does sound appealing. But she wouldn’t be able to get all of me.”

Yuri laughs. “I’ll stroke whatever parts she can’t get down her throat.”

“Must suck for you,” I tell Konstantin, trying for sassy but only ending up gasping out the words as Nikolai starts to move his fingers in my ass, slowly stretching me. “Not being able to… to…”

I can’t even continue the train of thought.

It doesn’t help that Konstantin shifts so he can kneel up next to us. The position is exceptionally awkward, but he touches my chin firmly and guides my mouth to the tip of his cock.

He’s so large. I remember how it felt the last time he was fucking my face, and I internally cringe.

“Just don’t… don’t choke me, please?” I whisper, bracing myself for their laughter or refusal.

Konstantin’s hand on my chin remains gentle. “Yura will make sure my cock doesn’t go too deep.”

Last time, Yuri had made sure Konstantin had come all over my face, but things have changed. It’s not that I trust either man, but I believe that they’ll keep this from being a total nightmare.

I don’t understand why.

From behind me, Nikolai groans. “I can’t wait anymore,” he announces. He pulls back, and I can feel him settling in behind me only seconds before he’s pushing me forward. I yelp when I feel the head of his cock against my ass, but the sound is stifled by Konstantin’s cock in my mouth.

I suck desperately, trying to controlsomething. Konstantin’s cock slides deeper and deeper, until Yuri’s hand wraps around that cock and prevents it from going any further. Even so, my mouth is stretched wide from Konstantin’s girth alone.

“Fuck, she is so hot,” Yuri says with a groan. “And now I can feel you against my cock, Nikolai.”

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