Page 92 of Kings of Violence

I don’t know what crawled up his ass and died, but I’m sort of grateful for it right now because it means I’m only dealing with Yuri and Konstantin’s ribbing.

By the time we get to Konstantin’s bedroom, the wind has mostly gone out of my sails. I go slack over his shoulders.

Konstantin rubs my ass before he sets me down on his bed. Hesmiles, and I resent him for being so hot when he isn’t threatening my family.

“You’re scowling, but you know you’ll enjoy yourself by the time we’re done,” Konstantin says.

“How would you feel having a cock shoved up your ass?” I retort hotly. “Maybe one of you should try it first, then tell me how it feels.”

“Nope,” Nikolai says with obviously forced cheer. “But the women seem to like it… after they stop screaming, anyway.”

“That makes it sound so much more appealing,” I growl at him.

“I’ve done it,” Yuri says, quieter than before. “It can feel good.”

That leaves me speechless for a few seconds. All of us stare at him, and the tips of his ears grow red.

I can’t believe he actually admitted that to us. A big bad Russian bratva man, admitting he’s done anal — and been on the receiving end? It was one thing to find out my brother is gay. It’s another entirely to find out that Yuri is apparently very much bisexual.

After a long moment, I find my voice. “Yes, but you have a prostate,” I say cautiously at first, only to add with a bit more sass, “Maybe Nikolai should just fuck you, and I can watch that.”

Yuri shakes his head. “I only have one hole. You have two. It’ll feel great to have us fucking you from both sides. Double stimulation.”

Nikolai is still silent, and Konstantin is watching me and Yuri with interest.

I don’t like being the center of attention, especially in this particular conversation.

“Nope,” I say. “You have two holes too.” I point at his mouth. “And oh, look, shit comes out of both of them.”

Yuri gets in close to poke my side, making me squirm. “Fine. You havethreeholes, and there are three cocks in this room.” He nips the side of my neck, making me shiver despite myself. “Don’t pretend it isn’t at least a little intriguing.Adventurous. Like riding a motorcycle.”

“And just like riding a motorcycle, it’s dangerous. Oh, and theleast you can do is wear a fucking helmet when you fuck me,” I snipe back at him.

He’s not entirely wrong, though.

There’s a small part of me thatiscurious. People do anal all the time, right? A lot of gay men seem to like it well enough, and I know women enjoy it too. But to be completely overwhelmed as the three of them take me from every direction…

My cunt throbs at the thought, which is not the reaction I wanted from my body at all, and I glare at the three of them as I cross my arms against my chest. “I am not consenting to this,” I inform them.

Konstantin looks between the three of them, then at me. “That is a problem, isn’t it?” He sits down at the foot of the bed and places a hand on my thigh.

Nikolai laughs. “A problem? Why is it a problem? What’s she gonna do? Try to kick us?”

I scowl at him, trying to push Konstantin’s hand off of my thigh, but he only tightens his grasp on it. “The three of you are total dicks,” I say.

I’ve already lost this battle, and I’m well aware of it. I can saynoall I want, but it’s not like they’ve cared up to this point. Why would they suddenly care now?

Yuri wraps his arms around me from behind. “This isn’t new.” He glances over to Konstantin. “We’re gonna give Kotya such a show, Sierra. You know how hot he gets, watching a woman get completely stretched out.”

Konstantin groans, and his other hand squeezes his cock through his jeans.

“I don’t—” There’s no use in telling them I don’t want to give him a show. None of them want to hear me protest. Or rather, maybe they do want to hear me protest, and that’s what’s getting them off.

“Come here,” Nikolai coaxes, though his voice isn’t comforting in the slightest.

He sounds like he’s on the edge of losing control.

I don’t move, so Nikolai comes to me instead, grabbing my hairand pulling my head up so he can kiss me roughly. “We can either do this the fun way and make sure you’re nice and wet, or we can just make you take it dry,” he murmurs against my lips. “One way will be a lot more fun for you, zaya.”

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