Page 34 of Kings of Violence

What does that say about them beyond the fact that they’re fucking monsters, fucking psychopaths?

Yuri strokes my jaw while he thrusts into me. I have to breathe through my nose, but that also means I can smell him. The only thing I can see or smell or taste is Yuri.

There’s a hint of soap, which means he must have showered recently. After he got out of jail? Nice of him to get clean before he fucked my face.

“Fuck,” Yuri mutters, and his movements speed up.

I close my eyes, but he suddenly pushes against my eyelid.

“Look at me,” Yuri orders. “Eyes on me, whore.”

I open my eyes, dazed and focusing on breathing more than anything, and my eyes meet his. There’s such cruelty in them, suchhatred, and I think that it runs deeper than my brother sending him to jail.

I whimper around him.

Nikolai murmurs something in Russian, but he’s not laughing anymore.

Yuri keeps staring me in the eyes as his thrusting gets more erratic, and his lips parting is the only warning I get before heat floods into my mouth. I make a sound in protest, the bitterness spreading across my tongue, and I try to pull back.

I’m denied that, of course.

“Nikolai,” Yuri barks. “Fill her mouth before she swallows.” His glare turns harder. “And you’d better not fucking spit, whore.”

It makes mewantto spit out of contrariness alone, but they’re already this dangerous and fucked up, and that won’t exactly help the situation. I give a quick nod, and they reposition themselves so Nikolai is the one standing in front of me.

He’s already erect, stroking his cock and shoving it against my mouth. “Don’t swallow, either,” he warns. “Just keep as much of it as you can in your mouth.”

I want to protest; it’s impossible to just keep it in my mouth when he’s shoving his way past my lips, but I realize soon enough that it makes cum drizzle down from my lips to my chin, suspended in the air along with my spit. They’re making a mess of me.

They really do just see me as a whore.

I blink, and a few tears slip down my face. Yuri reaches out to wipe one away, and he scoffs.

“What do you have to cry about? Be grateful we’re feeding you cock and not bullets.”

I’d call him a dick, but that’s not good enough. I don’t think there are any cuss words in English that describe him. Maybe there are in Russian.

I guess I hope I live long enough to find out.

Nikolai keeps fucking into my mouth, and every time I try to swallow, he smacks the cheek Yuri isn’t touching. “Just kneel there and be a fuckdoll,” he says. “That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it? To be our little fucktoy.”

No. I’m here for more than that.

I have to be here for more than that, because I don’t know if I can handle the three of them teaming up to take me over and over again like this.

Suddenly I feel something hot and hard against my head, and I realize with dread that Konstantin is dragging his cock over it.

“Hurry up, Nikolai,” Konstantin says. “I want to give her a taste of my cock, too.”

What will I do if they decide to pass me around instead ofkeeping me to themselves? Fucking hell, I don’t think I could handle it.

Nikolai’s cock starts to swell in my mouth, just enough to let me know he’s about to climax. “Don’t. Swallow.” He growls the words, his mood reflecting Yuri’s now, something dark and serious andintense.

I relax my jaw as much as I can, but that still doesn’t make it easier when he shoots into me, that harsh bitter taste overwhelming my senses. Some of it dribbles out of my mouth, and more tears spill from my eyes.

Konstantin lets go of my head and moves around to my front. As soon as Nikolai pulls out, Konstantin shoves his massive cock inside, making me gag almost immediately. He groans loudly. “So sloppy. Used.” He laughs and glances at Yuri. “Well-loved, we should say.”

I don’t see the amusement in that.

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