Page 63 of Kings of Violence

Just a little.

Just enough.

My own breathing picks up as he starts to fuck into me, and I find myself trying to spread my legs more to allow him easier access. He grunts in approval, his hand still on my breast for a moment until he slides it under my shirt. He fingers the brand, and it brings tears to my eyes again at the reminder.

It doesn’t stop my body from starting to get wetter as he stimulates me.

I’m not sure if I’m grateful or disappointed that he comes before I can, spilling into me and making me all too aware of the fact that I’m going to have to go through the rest of the day with his cum seeping into my panties.

He nuzzles my ear, his anger seemingly forgotten with that brief gesture of something like tenderness, staying inside of me until the knocks get more insistent.

“This door isn’t supposed to be locked,” someone says from the other side. There’s the sound of fucking keys jingling, then Nikolai pulls out of me just in time for the door to open.

Fuck.

Fuck my life.

FOURTEEN

Nikolai

Sierra seethesthe rest of the day, refusing to talk to me, refusing tolookat me unless it’s absolutely necessary. When I do address her, she responds tersely, making it clear she has no intention of continuing any sort of conversation with me.

It started out amusing, but by the time we get home, I’m annoyed. I park and get out, and she sits there long enough to where I go around to the passenger side and yank the door open.

“You can’t just sit there all night,” I gripe.

“Watch me,” she snaps back. “You are such a… a…”

I quirk my brows at her. “A what?” I dare her to say something negative about me, especially now that we’re back in our own domain and she doesn’t have a chance in hell at getting away from me for even an hour.

She grits her teeth, refusing to respond. I grab her laptop bag, and she finally gets out of the car to try to snatch it back from me. “I have homework,” she says.

“I’ll keep you entertained while you work.” We have no intention of letting her work on her own laptop without supervision, after all. Sure, her hacking skills are useful, but they could also be a liability.

Not that I know what to look for, and she could probably manage something right under my nose, but I’m not telling her as much.

I keep the bag at my side, leading her back into the house through the kitchen.

Yuri’s sitting at the kitchen island, eating a sandwich while he browses his phone. He looks up when we approach.

His eyes rake over Sierra’s body.

“I like you better in leather,” he says.

Sierra makes a disgruntled sound. She tries to turn on her heel to stalk away like an indignant cat, but I grab her elbow.

“Oh, no you don’t,” I tell her cheerfully. “We’re going to spend some quality time with Yura.”

Yuri laughs. “Sure. How was class? Did she behave herself?”

I hum to myself.

“Nikolai didn’t,” she snaps.

Despite how angry I’d been when she’d mocked me, I’m much calmer now. Fucking her in the bathroom and utterly humiliating her when her ass had been displayed to everyone crowded around the bathroom door had helped my mood. I grin. “She looks nice bent over a bathroom sink. But tsk, tsk, how dare she do that in public!”

Sierra lets out a sound that’s damn near a growl, glaring at me. “Oh, fuck you. If I get kicked out of college because of you?—”

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