Page 11 of Kings of Violence

I have no idea how he can be offended when he justraped me. It’s no wonder that my body isn’t reacting to him, that I didn’t enjoy it. I hadn’t wanted it. I’d only gone with it because they’d threatened my mother.

“Be glad you had him first,” Kotya says as he goes back to fingering me. “He loosened you for me. When Yura joins, by the time you get to me, you’ll be glad I am this large.”

“Is he bigger than you?” I choke out, alarmed even as I squirm while the two of them play with me — one inside, the other on my clit, both of them working in tandem to bring me unwanted pleasure. “Please. You’re just… Ican’t.”

Jesus Christ, I’m not even a virgin. I sound pathetic. But I’ve never been a size queen, and James… Well, James had been small, especially in comparison to thisthing.

Nikolai laughs. “I don’t think anybody is as big as Kotya. But Yura’s cock is long, and he knows how to jackhammer with it.”

Kotya nods as he pulls his fingers out. When he holds them up, I see them glistening with my fluids.

“Yura has never left a woman unsatisfied,” he says as he wipes his fingers on my thigh. Then he lines himself up and smiles at me. “Relax, little rabbit. You will enjoy yourself.”

I highly, highly doubt that.

Well, at least the pain of the brand has receded, overtaken by the soreness they’ve caused.

Thepleasurethey’ve caused, this unwanted, unwelcome thing inside of me that scares me as much as the rest of this.

Would it be better or worse if I did enjoy myself?

I look up at him, taking a shaky breath. “Do youwantme to like it?” I ask hoarsely, still able to feel the brush of his fingers against my throat, the way he’d squeezed so tightly.

Without answering, Kotya pushes in.

I gasp and arch my back, shocked at the burn, how I’m completely speared open.

But it doesn’t hurt half as much as I expected.

Nikolai keeps playing with my clit, too, sending jolts of pleasure through me interspersed with the burn.

Once Kotya is completely seated inside me, he strokes the insides of my thighs. “You see? I fit.” He glances at Nikolai. “I want to feel her cunt convulsing around me. Make her come while I’m inside her.”

I swallow hard, finding it just as difficult to breathe now as I had when he’d been choking me. He fills me entirely, uncomfortably so, but at the same time, my body has started to react.

Fuck.

Kotya pulls out slowly before thrusting in again, and a shudder runs through me as Nikolai’s fingers expertly play with my clit. The feeling of fullness — the stroke of those fingers with my slickness and his cum on them — is good. Better than good.

I already hate myself for the way my breath is coming in soft gasps, the way my hands have to clench into fists to keep from reaching out like I might have in another time and place, the way I wantmore.

“She’s not arguing now,” Nikolai crows.

I try to stave off this foreign pleasure. Sex has never made mybody react like this before, not even with the two guys I’d slept with before James. I’d thought I was one of those women who couldn’t get off from penetration, or who had a low libido.

I accidentally clench, and Kotya groans loudly in response.

“Good,” Kotya answers. “Squeeze again.” He does something to change the angle, and I can suddenly feel him rub along an even more sensitive spot inside me.

I’ve read smut before, dirty, kinky little stories. For all that I’ve never felt the explosions and fireworks from another person’s touch, I’m not unfamiliar with bringing myself pleasure. But this?

This is what they describe.

The discomfort, the pleasure, the feeling of him thrusting in and out of me while Nikolai touches my clit…

I’m going to come.

I don’t want to come.

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