Page 9 of Kings of Violence

Kotya scowls at Nikolai. “I am a big, hairy man. Lingerie is for women.”

The fact that they can joke while stripping me down — while holding onto my throat, a light squeeze here and there reminding me of its presence, like I could forget — terrifies me even more.

The brand fuckinghurts, and the idea that it’s forever makes it even worse.

Kotya reaches for my bare breast with his free hand and squeezes it once, before he starts rubbing circles around the nipple. “Yura would want to pierce her,” he says as he pinches the nipple. “But we will save that for when he is here.”

Nikolai makes a low rumbling sound of agreement, pulling my panties off and leaving me clad only in the pulled-up shirt.

I shiver, either from the cold or the fear; I’m not even sure which it is.

“Nice,” he says as he runs a finger between my legs. “I like it when they’re neatly trimmed like this.”

Like I want his approval. I do it for me, not anyone else.

Well. Maybe I’d started doing it for James, but I’d liked how it felt enough to continue.

Kotya nods approvingly. “What are you waiting for, then? For her cunt to send an invitation?”

Nikolai laughs. “Spread your legs, zaya.” When I hesitate, he spreads them for me, shaking his head. “You don’t get to lie there like a dead fish. Remember, yourmamasha‘slife is on the line.”

A small whimper escapes me. “I’m… I’m not on birth control.” I’m regretting not just dealing with the side effects now, but it hadn’t felt worth it when a condom was just as effective and protected against STIs to boot.

“Then maybe we’ll end up having a bastard.” Nikolai shrugs. He has to force his finger inside of me, and he grimaces. “She’s tight and dry,” he complains.

Kotya pinches my other nipple, the one closer to the brand. “Then you should work to make her less dry. Or have you not had a woman in so long you’ve forgotten how?”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were mocking me,” Nikolai says in what I’m sure is meant to be a display of indignation. Then he laughs and shrugs. “I’m not in the mood to warm her up.” Again he goes to the cabinet, and this time he comes back with a bottle of lube. “Sometimes I like to just shove it in, and you and Yura don’t let me do that!”

Well, great.

Now I’m going to potentially have to navigate a triad, which sounds about as fun as the rest of this.

“I am definitely mocking you,” Kotya answers with a deep chuckle. He squeezes my throat again. “Our zaya will grow bored if you keep delaying.”

“I am not delaying!” Nikolai huffs and pulls his own pants down, and I close my eyes. I don’t want to see what he’s going to come at me with. I can hear it when he opens the container of lube, and after a moment, he yanks me down so my pussy is at the edge of the bench.

Just like that, without concern for my body — or mind — Nikolai starts to shove his way into me. “Fuck, Kotya. She feels amazing.”

It doesn’t feel amazing for me.

It’s painful without my body’s own lubrication, and there’s no desire to lessen the sensation. He just forces himself inside, inch by inch, groaning all the while. “Zaya,” he chokes out. “Enjoy being tight while it lasts. Because… ungh, we are going to use you until you’re sloppy and loose, then use you some more.”

I squeeze my eyes more tightly closed, whimpering and making soft noises of pain that he ignores — or that he gets off on, since he’s hard as stone as he pushes his way in.

My eyes fly open when the pressure on my neck gets stronger. I glance up at Kotya, and he’s staring straight at me, his lips slightly parted as he squeezes my neck. I gasp, trying to suck in air, but he only tightens his grip.

I make a noise and reach up to claw at his arm. My bodyconvulses, and the panic ratchets up inside me. I shake my head, but his fingers flex in warning, making it clear he could go even harder if he wanted to.

He could cut off my breathing entirely.

“Yes,” Nikolai crows. “It’s so hot seeing you do that.” He’s all the way inside of me now, bottomed out and feeling so impossibly big. I know that realistically, he’s probably not, but it still hurts.

Right as my vision starts to white out around the edges, Kotya loosens his hold on my neck. I gasp hard, sucking in the sweet air.

I didn’t think something could hurt worse than the brand, but almost choking to death has somehow overshadowed that pain.

“Her neck is so skinny,” Kotya says. “Easy to squeeze.” His eyes rake across my body. “And her body trembles so beautifully.”

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