Page 91 of Kings of Violence

“Back down,” Konstantin says in a threatening tone. “Both of you. I don’t need fighting between us when we’ve got enough shit to deal with from outside threats.”

“You two are like a dog with a bone,” Sierra says, “and I don’t like being the fucking bone.” She takes a step away from me, and I’m irritated to notice that some of the sparkle in her eyes has faded.

“The only bone here is…” Yuri wraps his arms around Sierra’s waist and grinds against her ass. “If Nikolai doesn’t want to have fun with us, he can fuck off.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to have fun with you,” I say quickly, realizing just how close I’ve gotten to being kicked out of here — and over a fucking woman. It smarts. No, it downright hurts.

Konstantin gets closer to me, and he sets his large hand on the back of my neck. “Nikolai meant nothing by it,” he says, squeezing lightly. “But how long has it been since we’ve had sex? Too long.”

“Two days,” Sierra says, deadpan.

Konstantin laughs. “You see? Too long.”

“Yeah.” I still don’t like the way I feel, but focusing on sex is easier than focusing onemotions. “Let’s fuck her. If Yura doesn’t want to be the first one to fuck her ass, I’ll take it,” I announce.

Sierra freezes at that, shaking her head quickly. “Oh, no. No. None of you are going in my ass.”

Yuri presses a kiss to the nape of Sierra’s neck. “That sounds hot. What if she’s riding my cock while you take her ass?”

I groan. This is more familiar. This is much better, how we’d normally share a woman. “With Kotya’s cock in her mouth.”

“No!” Sierra says. “Jesus, you guys suck.”

“I’m going to have to install a bed out here with how often we end up fucking in my tool shed,” Konstantin says with amusement.

I scoff at him. “Let’s go inside. There’s no need forallof us to be uncomfortable.”

Sierra shakes her head and tries to escape Yuri’s arms, but he pulls her back. When he attempts to lift her, though, he doesn’t get very far.

“Fuck. Even though I did nothing but lift weights in jail,” Yuri grumbles. “Maybe there’s already a baby in there and that’s why she’s so heavy.”

“I’m not even offended,” Sierra says, managing to land a kick to his shin.

Konstantin grabs her before she can escape — not that there’s anywhere for her to go — and throws her over his shoulder.

“I hate all of you!” she says, struggling against him.

I laugh, following Konstantin out of the tool shed.

Some of the security guys see us and wave as we head into the mansion. Kotya waves back to them, easily carrying Sierra with just one arm. The casual strength he displays is just as attractive as Sierra’s pert ass.

But I keep that thought to myself.

TWENTY-ONE

Sierra

Konstantin carriesme like I’m a sack of potatoes, and no matter how many times I beat my fists or kick my feet against him, I can’t do anything about the position. I feel like a child throwing a temper tantrum, but they’re talking about fucking my ass. What am I supposed to do? Just hum and follow meekly?

Fuck that noise.

Yuri walks up beside us, squeezing my ass, and I shoot him a death glare. He smiles at me, looking as cocky as ever as he says, “She’s so hot in leather, isn’t she? Fucking love the rocker chicks.”

I flip him off, but of course that just makes him laugh.

I thought we’d connected a bit. I guess that isn’t enough to have him not treat me like some fucking toy.

I spare a glance at Nikolai, who isn’t as enthusiastically goading me as the other two.

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