Page 70 of Twisted Kings

Ouch, my bladder was about to burst. Kyril grumbled as I lifted his arm but didn’t wake. I eased out from between him and Landon without disturbing them and shuffled into the bathroom. The mirror told me exactly what I already knew: I looked like dog shit.

Nothing a hot shower and some coffee wouldn’t cure, but still. Fuck knows what the guys saw in me. There were a million better-looking girls out there, all of whom came with less baggage than me.

After using the toilet, scrubbing my face, and brushing my teeth, I walked back into my bedroom, fully intending to drag some clothes on and go downstairs. Verity would likely be awake now, and she’d be looking for breakfast.

Dario had stepped into the role of big brother since we’d arrived here, but Verity was my responsibility, not his.

“Come back to bed,” Kyril said in a low voice. Landon hadn’t moved; he appeared to be asleep still, but Milo had awoken. He sat up and rubbed his eyes as I chewed my lip.

“I should go check Verity.”

“Your sister is fine. Dario said he’d take care of her this morning.”

“That’s not fair on him,” I protested.

“Kotenok, you need to rest. You haven’t recovered from your ordeal.”

“I’m not some delicate little princess,” I grumbled, irritated he was treating me with kid gloves. Being locked in a dark cell was just another day for me. It had happened more times than I could count. Why Kyril assumed I’d suffered some kind of major trauma escaped me. I knew damn well he was fully aware my life was a shit show, and always had been.

“I know you’re not,” he replied in a low voice.

“Go to him,” Milo said while moving to the chair. Were these two idiots working together suddenly? “He wants to help you.” I had a feeling that ‘help’ was a euphemism for something sexy. Was it bad that my pussy was fully on board with the idea of sex before breakfast?

This was something else I’d noticed in the last few days. As well as feeling utterly wiped out, my libido had kicked up a gear. Not at all helpful when surrounded by extremely hot men.

When I hesitated, Kyril tossed the covers aside and jumped off the bed. He stalked toward me like a panther, ignoring Landon’s mumbled curses about being woken up before noon.

“Get your ass over here.”

“No.” I refused to make this easy for him. If he wanted me, he was going to have to fight for me. And yes, I knew deriving pleasure from being chased around my bedroom made me one fucked-up bitch.

Landon sat up and ran a hand through his tousled hair. “What the fuck, dude? I need my beauty sleep.”

Kyril ignored his whining. He was way too busy pinning me against the wall while Milo sat in the chair with his legs spread wide and his hand on his dick.

“Milo wants a show, kitten. I think we should give him one.”

“A show?” I squeaked. Was Milo OK with that? My head swiveled around to check.

“I’m good,” he confirmed.

“I’mnot good!” Landon complained. “You’re not leaving me out!”

“Nobody’s leaving you out,mudak.” Kyril rolled his eyes but kept his focus on me.

“Good. It’s been ages since I made sweet,sweetlove to my wifey.”

God, he was ridiculous. But I couldn’t prevent a giggle from escaping. Kyril cocked his head to one side and grinned.

“You don’t laugh nearly enough,” he commented.

My amusement soon faded. “Not like I have much to laugh about.”

“Once I have eliminated all the threats against us, things will be better,malyshka.”

Was it bad that his dark promise made me wet? Asking for a friend.

“Not sure that will be easy or even possible,” I pointed out, swallowing a moan as he pressed his extremely hard cock against my belly.

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