Page 48 of Kings of Violence

Yuri starts up the bike, and the engine roars to life. The vibrations reverberate through me, and even at this low speed I suddenly understand why he said it was ‘stimulating.’

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?” I ask as Yuri drives the bike out of the garage, but I don’t get a response. I don’t know if he’s ignoring me or if he can’t hear me at all.

At least that means he probably doesn’t hear the embarrassing squeak I make when he accelerates. He’s not even going that fast as we slowly cruise through the neighborhood. I’m surprised when he takes his time, and I get the hang of leaning slightly with him as he takes turns.

Before long, though, he’s turning onto one of the back roads. The speeds increase, and my heart races faster.

I cling tighter to Yuri, burying my head—as much as I can while wearing the helmet—against his back. The wind whips past us, but the leather and helmet keeps me from feeling much of it.

At first, all I can hear are my mother’s warnings, the way her voice goes shrill when she passes motorcycles on the interstate and she lectures me about the dangers of riding one. But after a few minutes, those fade away and all I’m left with is the roaring of the wind as Yuri speeds up.

And… it’s not that bad. It’s not bad at all, actually, once I stop thinking about all the ways this can go wrong and start thinking about all the things that are right.

I lift my head so I can get a better view of the landscape. We end up on the highway, and my eyes widen as we drive past other cars. Yuri doesn’t do any obviously stupid maneuvers, but that doesn’t stop the adrenaline rush of blasting past larger vehicles that could easily crush us if we collided with them.

I keep my arms wrapped tightly around him, but as the ride continues, I loosen my grasp just a little. Not enough to be stupid, but enough to make it easier to look around. The longer we’re on the highway, the more confident I feel. I’m not going to hop on one of these and drive it myself, but riding on it isn’t as bad as I would’ve thought.

I stop thinking about the dangers as the excitement of it washes over me, and I even let out a breathless laugh when Yuri passes a large truck.

This is surprisinglyfun.

As I continue to relax, my arms drift lower, and I freeze as I find my hand brushing the smooth leather of his pants.

The leather of his pants that’s not even remotely hiding his burgeoning erection. I’m not sure of it at first, but the longer I touch, the harder he gets.

I don’t know why I’m doing it. It’s stupid to tease him, especially while we’re on the highway — hell, especially while we’re on the bike at all. But I can’t help but feel a touch of exhilaration at the knowledge that I can affect him like this.

Which is utterly stupid, considering the fact that if I taunt the snake, I’m going to get bitten.

Yuri suddenly switches lanes, and I squeak, wrapping my arms tighter around him. He takes us to the nearby exit, and I’m so disoriented I’m not really sure where we are.

We end up on a smaller road, and Yuri pulls to a stop in a small secluded parking lot surrounded by trees. It’s one of those scenic lookouts, completely devoid of anybody else on a weekday afternoon.

Yuri takes his helmet off. He’s breathing heavily, and when he turns to look at me, I immediately recognize the lust in his eyes.

Fuck.

All right, so I knew I was inviting this the second I didn’t pull my hand back from his cock. I shouldn’t have played with fire because now I’m going to get burned, but with the adrenaline coursing through me, I’m not entirely sure I mind the fact that there will be consequences. I pull my own helmet off, running my hand through my tousled hair.

“Are we having a picnic?” I try to joke, but my voice is breathless too.

“I’m definitely hungry,” Yuri growls. He gets off the bike, but before I can follow, he leans down and crushes our mouths together in a rough kiss.

It surprises me. I could see him instantly going for my pants, to try to fuck me even though we’re in the light of day and anyone could happen upon us, but a kiss? It takes me a second to figure out how to respond, if I even want to, but he doesn’t seem to care.

He keeps kissing me, and I don’t know why, but I find myself kissing him back. I clutch his back and lean into it, giving just as much as I’m getting.

Yuri grabs my leg and helps me get it over the side of the bike so I’m facing him properly. He keeps his hold on my ass, and that sends a zing of desire through me.

There’s something so primal about what we’re doing now. I should be terrified. We’re out in the wilderness. Somebody else could pull up at any moment. We were just on a fucking deathtrap of a bike.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Yuri whispers. “Right here, over the bike.”

My breath catches, and I hesitate. I should refuse, but I feel the brand keenly on my chest, reminding me what I am to them. Reminding me of what I agreed to. It’s a phantom pain, but it’s there anyway, and I blame that sensation for how readily I nod to him.

It has nothing to do with growingneed.

“Yeah,” I croak out. “Okay.”

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