Page 43 of Kings of Violence

She mewls softly, protesting when I’m fully out of her again and again. Each time she grips the couch a little tighter, and I can see her knuckles going white from the pressure. She’s trembling, and I’m taking in deep, ragged breaths as I fuck her harder and harder. To my surprise, she moves her hand around, propping herself up with just one arm so she can reach her clit.

I realize she never dropped the vibe.

I laugh, but it doesn’t dissuade her. She uses the vibe on her clit as I drive into her again and again, and when she comes… Well, I’m not laughing anymore.

I frantically pump in and out of her as she tightens around my cock, the reverberations going straight through me. In seconds, I’m on the edge, too, and even as she shudders, I’m falling right into my own climax.

I press against her, enjoying the feeling of her heated skin against my sweaty chest, and I lean down to nip her ear.

She yelps, but it makes her shudder again, and her cunt tightens around me again.

Groaning, I stay there a long moment before finally pulling back. This was a good afternoon. I’ll have to go to work soon, but it was a nice break. I pull out slowly, watching my cum dribble out of her cunt and down her leg, and I push some of it back inside of her.

“Fuck, your cunt is good,” I tell her as I straighten. I smack her ass, then pull up my pants again. “Keep all of that in there.”

I grab my camera again and aim it at her pussy, taking a pic of the cum dribbling out of her.

“You’re a pig,” Sierra mutters.

“I know,” I say cheerfully. “Now come on. Let’s get you back to bed. Gotta put away the toy in case someone else wants to play with you.” I grin as she growls at me. Fuck, it’s so much fun to get a rise out of her.

NINE

Sierra

“The boss is busy,”the guard says, crossing his arms and pointedly blocking the door to the office.

“Oh. Do you know how long he’ll be?” I ask.

The guard shrugs. “He’s taking calls from home. Could be ten minutes, could be an hour.”

I roll my eyes. “Well, which of those is more likely?”

The guard eyes me, and I swear I can feel his slimy gaze raking across my body. His eyes linger on my throat, where Nikolai left a hickey, and he coughs.

I guess there’s one good thing about how these three are marking me up. The rest of the crew here definitely knows that I’m off limits.

“An hour,” the guard finally says. “He just got the call, and calls with his father usually take a while.”

“Okay. Thank you,” I answer, and I start to leave.

“I’ll tell him you were looking for him,” the guard calls out.

I don’t actually want to talk to Konstantin, but I nod in acknowledgement anyway.

Mostly, I just wanted to check how long I’d have to myself before somebody came to bother me again. But Nikolai and Yuriboth left earlier, and with Konstantin busy for ‘an hour,’ I can finally take care of a few things for myself.

I walk back to my room, cell—whatever you want to call it. I make sure the door is properly shut, then head to the computer.

It’s old and slow, but that doesn’t mean I can’t use it to my advantage. For example, giving myself admin privileges and setting up an instance that isn’t being monitored by the spyware logging all my activities.

Once I’m fairly certain I’ve got relative privacy on the computer, I use it to call Kyran. I debate turning the video on, but it’s safer to keep it strictly voice.

I don’t particularly want him to see the marks, anyway.

It takes a few seconds before Kyran picks up. “Who is this?” he asks cautiously.

“Your favorite sister,” I drawl, my eyes going to the door. If someone bursts in while I’m on this call, I’m well and truly fucked. “What, did you forget about me?” There’s a bite to my voice.

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