Page 39 of Kings of Violence

“I have to have some standards,” she says. She shakes her head. “You have horrible taste.”

“I wasn’t looking to drop a few thousand on a pair of shoes for a one-time model,” I tell her. “Not everyone is rolling in money.”

All right, so maybeIam, but that doesn’t mean I want to spend it all on women’s shoes.

Sierra drops the shoe again. “Let me guess, you’ve got fishnet tights stashed somewhere around here too.”

It’s amusing how she can sound so disdainful of everything while she’s completely naked in front of me.

“Yep,” I say cheerfully, walking over to one of the dressers. “I have some great fishnets in here. Actually…” I peer down into the drawer. “Some of this lingerie will probably fit you.”

“I’m not wearing some other woman’s leftovers,” she says firmly.

“They’ve been dry cleaned,” I tell her. I fish out a pair of red lace panties, holding them up. “This would go perfectly with the heels you’re definitely going to wear.”

“You left all your stuff out from the last time you were in here,” Sierra says. “I do not believe you cleaned those panties. I’m not wearing them.”

I shrug. “Okay, then you can go without panties.”

The funny thing is that I’m not sure if she’s trying to stall or if she’s really that offended by the fact that I’m presenting her withpanties that had been used exactly once before being thoroughly cleaned.

I think.

Maybe she’s right, and I didn’t send them off to be cleaned. But if they’re in the dresser… I muse as I go through the dresser drawer, sorting through lace and silk cloth. I have more than I thought I did, especially considering I haven’t had much time for photo shoots with Yuri in jail.

I find a pair of fishnet tights, dangling them in front of her. “These,” I say. “Iknowthey’ve been cleaned, and you’ll look hot in them. These, and the platform shoes, and…” I study her. “Nothing else. You look good like you are.” Maybe I’ll get her some makeup, but I do like the natural look as well.

Sierra looks absolutely pained as she stares at the fishnets, looks at the shoes, then raises her gaze back to my face. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

I grin widely at her. “Nope. Put them on, zaya. I want to see your ass in these.”

She doesn’t take the fishnets from me.

I sigh and add, “Okay, put them on, or I call Yura and have him help me force them on you.”

She’s quick to cooperate at that, grabbing the fishnets from my hand. It’s a little annoying, really, that she seems more afraid of him than me, but I guess he can be intimidating when he wants to be. He definitely tries with her.

I notice her toenails are painted the same soft blue as her fingernails, and while I’d rather see them in fire engine red, the blue suits her more. She sits down on the couch and pulls the tights carefully on. When she’s done, she stands, making a face at me. There are no mirrors, so she can’t see the way the tights hug her body and display it so alluringly.

“Now,” I say, gesturing to the shoes. “Heels. If you behave, maybe I’ll get you a different pair for next time. If you don’t…”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll get Yuri,” she grumbles. She picks up the shoes, shaking her head. “You know, I have 87 pairs of shoes athome. Eighty-seven. And none of them look like this because I have taste.”

I roll my eyes at her. “If I wanted a tasteful shoot, we’d be doing one,” I say. “But we’re not. So hurry up.” I pull out my phone, acting as if I’m going to bring Yuri in. I wouldn’t, though. He’d be bored out of his mind. The only way he’d agree to a photo shoot would be if he got to fuck her, too, and I don’t want cum all over my pristine furniture.

I think I’ve seen other women dressed in just fishnets and heels. It’s a porn trope, after all. But something about Sierra in this outfit makes her even sexier than when she was naked, and I can feel my cock stirring.

I let out a wolf-whistle when she bends down to fasten the strap of the heel.

She instantly stands back up and glares at me. “You’re disgusting,” she says.

“I really am,” I agree with her, going over to my selection of lenses to pick the one I want. Konstantin won’t mind if I take a morning to unwind with our pet, especially when he sees these pictures.

Probably.

Oh well. Forgiveness, permission, et cetera.

“Do you know anything about photography?” I ask her, genuinely curious as I switch out the lens for something more suited to the spacious studio.

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