Page 29 of Kings of Violence

Fuck, that image is so hot. I grunt and move my hands so I’m bearing more of Sierra’s weight.

“Touch her clit,” I tell Nikolai. “I want to feel her come around me.”

Nikolai chuckles even as Sierra shakes her head. She’s trembling, but she’s so damn tight around me that I know if she comes, it’ll be like a vise around my cock.

I’ll get to see her face red with humiliation. She’ll probably cry, too.

Nikolai reaches down to toy with her clit, and while the position is awkward at best, it’s enough to make Sierra whimper and shake her head desperately.

“Why fight it?” I ask her, kissing the side of her jaw. “It’ll feel good. Relax and enjoy yourself.”

“I don’t want to feel your definition of good.” I can hear the feeble attempt at a growl in her voice, at something other than pleasure, but she’s going breathless. Nikolai has a magic touch with women, and while he usually only uses it with willing women, it doesn’t mean Sierrochka will be able to hold off.

I can feel it, too, when her body starts to tremble and react, when she starts to edge closer to climax. I lift her hips and drive her down to fully impale myself on her. Her convulsions, her warmth, send me over the edge too, and I grunt and I spill into her.

I should have used a condom. It’s been drilled into me all my life that I’m not allowed to cause the family more “drama” than I already have.

My father isn’t here though.

When my orgasm subsides—and she’s still clenching around me—I smile and lift her off me.

“You can get her from behind,” I tell Nikolai. “Hurry, while she’s still coming.”

Nikolai scrambles to get into position, and he grunts as he shoves inside of her. It’s a well-practiced dance between the two of us, and I look forward to when Yuri comes home and can join us in it once more.

Sierra lets out a mewling sound, her hands clenching into fists, and tears roll down her reddened cheeks as her own orgasm wracks her beautiful body.

I hold her steady for Nikolai, and unlike him, I don’t stumble back when he starts thrusting forcefully.

“You’re going to be so sloppy,” I tell Sierra as I nibble on her earlobe. “Absolutely wrecked and beautiful.”

“And we’re going to watch our cum dribble down your leg,” Nikolai says through her strangled gasps and moans, through the way she writhes in our arms. He leans forward and brushes his lips against mine briefly, murmuring in Russian, “Yura will love her. He will forget all about his anger.”

The anger that he’d better keep a lid on around me, because I won’t tolerate him acting out like some child simply because we continued our lives while he was in jail.

“He will love her,” I agree. My beard rubs against Sierra’s skin and I lift her high up before forcing her down onto Nikolai’s cock.

Sierra cries out, nearlyscreaming, as her body is wracked with even more pleasure she neither wants nor can handle. Her second orgasm seems to go on forever and ever, and it’s beautiful to see.

She is beautiful.

And she is ours.

Nikolai lets out a long groan and speeds up his pace. His eyes squeeze shut, and I recognize that expression as he releases into Sierra.

When he’s done, he stands there, panting hard, until his cock softens and he slips out of her.

A few drops of cum drip onto the workshop floor.

My arms start to feel heavy, and I laugh. “She isn’t heavy, but I think I won’t need to lift weights today.” I look over to the bench I’m still in the process of restoring. “We can set her down over there.”

Nikolai nods, and he carries her over. He sets her down with a little more force than necessary, almost like he was on the verge of dropping her, and he laughs. “Did you enjoy that, zaya?”

“No,” she whispers, tears rolling down her face.

But the dazed look on her face says otherwise.

SEVEN

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