Page 49 of Kings of Violence

He nearly drags me off the bike, and I swallow hard as my pussy throbs in answer to the feeling of his hard cock pressing my ass as he pushes me against it.

Fuck.

This isn’t supposed to be good. None of this is, especially with a man who would kill me as readily as he’d fuck me. He hates me, but I guess that doesn’t matter when he’s got a hard-on and I’m the only woman around.

Yuri fumbles to pull my pants and panties down just below my ass. I can barely spread my legs for him, but he doesn’t seem to care as he rubs his erection against my ass cheeks.

“Fuck,” he says, kissing the back of my neck. “How did it feel, having the bike rumble between your legs? The heat of the motor. The way you fuckingteasedme.”

I’d felt powerful.

I don’t want to tell him that, though. I don’t want him to know that I feel in any way like I have a leg up on him, that I can manipulate him even as he fucking uses me.

“Good,” I say instead, going for neutrality but not quite managing it as he nips my neck and elicits a soft moan from me.

He unfastens his own pants, pulling his cock out, then slides his erection between my legs, his cock almost as hot as the bike had been. I bite down on my lip to swallow an even louder sound.

Fuck, anybody could hear us.

My face must be ruby red from embarrassment.

Or flushed from arousal.

Yuri reaches down and positions his cock against my cunt. I expect him to thrust in quickly, but he goes slow, taking his time to fully seat himself inside me.

My breathing is uneven, and I tilt my head back. My pants keep my legs tightly together, and it feels even more intense as he starts to fuck me. I don’t know whether I’m grateful or embarrassed that I’m wet. I don’t even know why. Had it really been because of the motorcycle? If so, I’m not sure if I ever want to ride one again or ifI want to ride one all the fucking time because it feels so damn good to have him inside of me.

“Take it,” Yuri growls, thrusting harder. “You’ve been tempting me on purpose. Those fucking hips of yours. Your breasts. Yourlips.”

I shake my head helplessly. I haven’t been doing it on purpose… at least, I don’t think so. He’d probably be attracted to any woman with tits and an ass, but it feels strangely personal. I don’t know why I think that, and the thought is soon lost in the haze as he continues to fuck me hard and fast.

I think I’m going to come from this alone, and I let out a keening sound that’s louder than any noise I wanted to make.

Yuri pushes me harder into the bike, reminding me of just how exhilarating the ride had been. The adrenaline is probably still pumping through my system, heightening everything we’re doing.

“Fucking tease,” Yuri says again, and his movements get more erratic. He must be on the edge too.

I don’t bother trying to argue with him. I let out a shuddering breath, bowing my head as I focus on the pleasure, on the way my body is screaming for release.

It hits me all at once, and I mewl in frantic need as my walls clench around Yuri’s cock, tightening as he increases his speed.

He says something in Russian, but I’m too far gone to care that I can’t understand him. It’s probably an insult anyway. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is the way his cock pumps in and out of me, prolonging my orgasm until I feel wrung out and he’s finally,finallyspilling into me.

I take in a long, gasping breath and slump forward.

The motorcycle is still warm.

Yuri pushes my hair aside and kisses the nape of my neck again before he pulls out. I feel his cum trickle down my thigh.

He zips up and walks away, leaving me to clean myself up on my own. There isn’t much I can do out here, and I grimace as I pull my underwear up to keep it from making more of a mess.

I straighten and pull my pants up, buttoning them and glancingtoward Yuri. He’d been quick to fuck me and walk off, and I wonder what he’s thinking. Is he regretting it?

I think I am.

I know I should be.

Yuri keeps looking out over the mountain, and there’s something hard and closed off about his expression. It reminds me of how my brother Neil used to look when he was suppressing his anger.

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