Page 65 of Kings of Violence

Isn’t she?

She takes a deep breath, looking up at Yuri. The hand not on her brand has tightened around her wrist, and she says pointedly, “You’re hurting me.”

Yuri curses in Russian and lets go of her, then looks at me. “What did he look like? What’s his last name?” He glances at Sierra. “Where does he live?”

“What the actual fuck?” Sierra asks, backing away from him and rubbing her wrist. She tries to grab for her shirt, but I don’t let go of it. “Why do you care?”

I’m wondering the same thing, but I don’t interrupt. I’m too curious to see where this is going.

“He disrespected you,” Yuri growls. “And your family did nothing? I knew your brother was a fucking coward.”

“Neither of them even know he cheated on me,” Sierra snaps. “I broke up with James the day Konstantin and Nikolaikidnapped and raped me.” She stares Yuri down. “What do you think my family should do about that, huh?”

Yuri lets out a frustrated sound and turns to face me. “You just let him go? We can find him now and destroy him.”

“She didn’t tell me he’d cheated on her,” I protest, holding my hands out in front of me. I switch to Russian, asking rapidly, “Why is this bothering you so much? She isn’t wrong; we’ve done worse than cheat on her.”

Sierra glares at me, probably pissed that she can’t understand what I’m saying, but I don’t particularly care.

Yuri stalks to the other side of the kitchen, and for a second I think he’s going to grab a glass to throw it. In the end, he only grips the kitchen counter. “She’s ours. How dare he have even fucking touched her. I want to break every single bone in his fingers. Castrate him. Make him swallow his own balls.”

“She wasn’t ours back then,” I say, still puzzled. I probably shouldn’t tell him he laid a hand on her. I’d fixed that quickly enough, but Yuri is already raging more than makes sense to me.

“She should have been!” Yuri shouts in Russian.

Sierra and I both startle, and Yuri seems to realize just how loud he’d been.

“Fuck.” Yuri runs a hand over his face as he reverts to English. “Whatever. Sierra’s cunt was open to everybody, I guess. Even men who cheat on her.”

“Excuse me?” Sierra says, though her voice is cautious as she edges back just a little more. “I’ve had two fucking boyfriends. I barely let them touch me because they—” She shakes her head, obviously getting the hint that she needs to quit while she’s behind.

“All right,” I intervene. “I spanked her already. Maybe her cunt needs another spanking?”

I don’t know what to do about Yuri. It’s not like he’s never been a hothead, but to act this way about a woman? I don’t understand it, and I don’t particularly like it, either.

She’s interesting, sure, and she’s beautiful… but in the end, she’s just a piece of ass.

I don’t say that aloud.

Yuri goes over to Sierra and tries to brush her hair aside, but she evades him. His expression darkens, and he grabs her arm forcefully to pull her against his body. “You don’t like me? But you like all the others.”

“I don’t like this,” she says, though she goes still. “I don’t like you angry. You’re scaring me, all right? I don’t understand whatIdid wrong.”

I don’t understand either.

“You… Your family. Your brother.” Yuri flounders, though, and whatever he’s trying to say, I’m sure it isn’t this. Yuri looks over to me. “You already fucked her? Can you go again?”

She still looks bewildered, and I’m not feeling much better off. But the question has me nodding, albeit cautiously. “I’m sure I can,” I assert. He’s not as into sloppy seconds as Konstantin is, but he won’t turn down a cunt just because it’s been used by one of us. “She can suck me until I get hard. Or she can suck you? You can fuck her face.”

Sierra’s expression sours, but she seems to realize just how dangerous this is. She says nothing, touching the brand on her chest as though reminding herself why she’s not protesting more.

Yuri nods, but his gaze is distant. He pushes Sierra down so she’s kneeling in front of him. I close in behind her, essentially boxing her in.

“Remind me how your pretty mouth works,” Yuri says to her.

She mutters something under her breath, but I don’t catch it. Obviously Yuri doesn’t either, because he doesn’t react. Still, she reaches up to unfasten his pants, pulling them down so she can get his cock out of his boxer briefs. She glances at me, a ridiculous gesture because I’m hardly going to stop Yuri from doing anything.

Except maybe killing her. Maybe I’d stop that.

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