Page 97 of Kings of Violence

“Oh, no, don’t,” I protest, shaking my head.

He ignores me, of course, and moves to get his tongue on my clit.

I gasp, my hips jerking. “Fuck! Kon-Konstantin,” I stammer. “I can’t.”

“We think you can,” Nikolai says, and I can practically hear thesmirk in his voice as he kisses my shoulder. His voice changes subtly when he goes on, though, saying, “Maybe he just wants to taste Yura.”

“Of course he does. I taste great,” Yuri says smugly.

Konstantin lets out a big belly laugh. “You taste no different from any other man, Yura. Sierrochka would know, wouldn’t she?” He swipes his hand over my hole, then brings cum-covered fingers to my lips.

Normally, I’d hesitate — or so I try to tell myself. But I lick his fingers before I can help myself, shuddering. “He tastes… Yes. The same. I guess. Fuck.”

Konstantin licks my hole one more time, sending another violent shiver through me, before crawling to lie on Yuri’s other side. He drapes an arm over Yuri, and I don’t miss the way Yuri blushes.

It’s… cute.

Nikolai says something in Russian, and I frown. “Hey, none of that,” I say, though the words slur together instead of sounding stern.

He laughs. “Maybe I’ll teach you Russian,” he says.

That sobers me some, and I blink at him. “Would you really?” I glance at Konstantin. Would he actually let Nikolai teach me?

Moreover, does this mean Nikolai’s going to stop being an angsty prick?

“She should learn from a native speaker,” Yuri says so quietly I almost miss it.

I go still. I wouldn’t have expected Yuri to want that much to do with me. He’s still so angry with me half the time, like some hormonal teenager. I don’t know what to say to that, and I’m not sure he even meant for me to hear it.

“I’d like to learn,” I say carefully.

Konstantin makes a rumbling sound. “We shall see. But I do know you cannot simply learn from either of these two. They do not know how to teach languages.”

Nikolai huffs out a sound. “What, you’re gonna take time out of your busy day to teach her?”

I can’t believe they’re bickering about who gets to teach me Russian. It’s such a different look from how all of this started.

“Argue later. Cuddle now,” I say, cuddling up against Yuri while Nikolai grumbles again and shifts closer to me. “I don’t know how you’re not all exhausted.”

“Because they are young. The question is, why are you so tired?” Konstantin reaches over Yuri to stroke my shoulder. “I am the only one here with an excuse.”

“I don’t need an excuse,” I inform him. “But I’m the one who just got fucked within an inch of her life, thanks. So either shut up and cuddle or send these young bucks to screw each other until they’re tired, too.”

“No,” Nikolai says instantly.

I roll my eyes. “You need to figure out what’s going on in that stupid fucking head of yours,” I tell him.

To my surprise, he goes silent, burying his face against my arm like a child instead of a grown man.

I wonder what Konstantin and Yuri think of his strange behavior, though Konstantin has been pretty clear he isn’t going to tolerate it.

The other two don’t say anything anymore, and soon I hear Yuri’s breathing even out and his hold on me loosens. Konstantin doesn’t quite snore, but he sleeps louder than the others.

I could slip out of the room now.

I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere, but I should protest being trapped in bed with these three men.

I close my eyes and give in to the exhaustion instead.

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