Page 94 of Kings of Violence

Nikolai gives a heated reply that I still can’t understand, but Yuri and Konstantin simply grin.

I really need to learn Russian. I guess they’re making fun of Nikolai, not me, so it’s a little better than it could be. Still, I want to know what’s being said.

Sort of.

“Would you stop talking and go back to kissing?” I blurt out.

Konstantin shakes his head. “I think now I want to see Nikolai kissingyou.”

Relief floods Nikolai’s expression, and I realize he really is shaken up about all of this. He’s probably having some weird sort of bi-awakening he’s not altogether comfortable with, which doesn’t really surprise me.

He closes the distance between us, grabbing my arm and pulling me up into his arms before kissing me urgently.

Yuri growls and follows us, getting his arms around my waist. He paws at my body and kisses my neck and jaw. As soon as Nikolai breaks the kiss for us to take a breath, Yuri is there, claiming my lips.

It’s all I can do to breathe in between their demanding kisses as they pass me back and forth — no, that’s not quite right. They’renot passing me back and forth. They’restealingme, over and over again, like two dogs fighting over a bone.

Yuri takes my hand and tugs me toward the bed. He lies down on his back, giving me a full view of all his tattoos. The ones on his arms and chest, the one coiled around his cock. He has a few on his legs, too, and I wonder about the meanings.

“You will ride Yura,” Konstantin says, sitting down on the side of the bed. He reaches out to stroke Yuri’s shoulder. “And Nikolai will take you from behind.”

I’d almost forgotten their plan to fuck my ass, but the reality of it is muted against the arousal flooding me. Instead of protesting, I get onto the bed, crawling up until I’m face to face with Yuri.

I let out a nervous sound, maybe a laugh, maybe a protest, as I stare down at him.

“Hi,” I whisper, and it’s so ridiculous that I really do laugh then. “Fuck, this is awkward.”

The bed dips behind me, and I know Nikolai has joined us. His hands are already on my ass, already spreading it, and I tense.

Yuri smiles at me, and he suddenly seems really young—because he’s practically the same age as me.

“It will be good,” Yuri promises. “I will feel Nikolai’s cock inside you. You will focus on nothing but pleasure.” He rubs my nipples with his thumbs. “And Kotya will…”

Konstantin trails his large hand down my back, making me shiver. “I will be here, watching a beautiful woman become desperately wild with arousal.”

I should be protesting more. I should be saying no — for all that they care about my lack of consent — but instead, I lean down to kiss Yuri. He kisses me back fiercely, even as his hand fumbles to guide his cock toward my pussy.

It isn’t until the head of it glides over my clit that I realize just how wet I am, and I let out a shaky curse against his lips as Nikolai’s finger trails between my ass cheeks.

Yuri breaks the kiss, his hands moving to my thighs. Konstantin snakes his hand underneath me and helps Yuri’s cock line up, while Nikolai massages something wet against my asshole.

I tense, my fingers tight on Yuri’s arms to the point where I briefly wonder if he’s going to end up bruises, as Nikolai starts to push a slick finger inside of me.

I shake my head. “No,” I croak. “Fuck, I… I can’t.”

It’s not even that I’m afraid I won’t like it at this point.

It’s that I’m afraid Iwill.

“You can,” Konstantin says. He brushes his fingers against my clit, and I involuntarily tense up.

Yuri moans in response and thrusts up, which causes me to move away from Nikolai.

Nikolai curses, grabbing my waist to pull me back. “You’re gonna end up coming before I even get her stretched,” he grumbles. “Unless you want me to just fuck into her while she’s this tight?”

I shake my head quickly, biting my bottom lip as I try not to lose myself in just how good Yuri’s cock feels inside of me. This is already so good, and it’s about to feel… overwhelming, I think, though I’m not sure if that’s going to be in a good way or not.

Konstantin chuckles, but he also stops rubbing my clit. “We would not want to overwhelm Yura too much.”

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