Page 120 of Kings of Cruelty

There had been so much blood.

But I’d slept soundly, surrounded by my men.

Konstantin’s hand settles on my breast and starts massaging.

My eyes flutter closed, and I try to bite back a moan. Everything is so sensitive, though, and someone stirs behind me. I half-turn to see Nikolai, his hair sticking up in every direction.

“Morning,” I tell him.

“Morning,” he replies through a yawn. “Getting started without us?”

“It is not our fault if you sleep late,” Konstantin answers. He reaches over my body, though, and ruffles Nikolai’s hair.

Behind Nikolai, Yuri groans loudly. “Can’t we wait half an hour? My entire body is sore.”

“You’re not the one who got shot,” Nikolai says. “You don’t get to complain about being sore.”

That reminds me of his injury, and my gaze slides down to his arm.

He catches me looking and shrugs. “It’s fine. It was a clean wound, and we got it taken care of fast.”

I’m still skeptical, but he reaches out, tweaking my other nipple and startling a gasp out of me.

Yuri rolls to face us and props himself up on one elbow. “Okay. It’s true, we all deserve a reward. The proletariat needs to be paid for their hard work.”

I laugh. “Yeah? You think you earned that, huh?”

Nikolai is looking between us, bewildered, and I shake my head.

“You have to decide if you’re a peon or one of the bourgeoisie,” I tell him.

“In which role do I get to fuck you?” he asks.

I glance at Yuri. “I don’t know. Ask Yura which role is better.”

Konstantin laughs. “I think we have learned from history that there are always people on top.” He grins widely. “And now it is us.” He grips my chin and kisses me forcefully.

I gasp against his mouth, but the sound turns into another soft moan. I’m glad that Konstantin seems to be in good spirits. I’d been afraid that he might wake up in the sort of mood he’d been in the night before the attack on the mansion, but it seems like I didn’t need to worry.

I rub my breasts against his chest, feeling his cock starting to take interest against my thigh.

Nikolai grabs my hips from behind as he kisses down my back and grinds against me, before sliding his hands up to my breasts and squeezing and tugging at my nipples. “Imagine when these have milk,” Nikolai says, nuzzling my neck. “You’re gonna make a mess, zaya.”

I blush at the thought. I wonder if my breasts will still be this sensitive after the baby is born. “Guess you’ll have to suck on them then,” I say, biting my lip. “Maybe… Maybe you should practice.”

Yuri laughs and reaches past Nikolai to pinch my breast.

I yelp. “I said practice sucking on them, not torturing them,” I say, breathless despite my words. Fuck, it feels good.

Yuri doesn’t release my nipple, rolling it around in his fingers. “I thought you were adventurous,” he teases me. “We could try nipple clamps, or?—”

“Don’t you even finish that sentence,” I tell him. “Not when they’re this sensitive, anyway.”

Konstantin chuckles, his hands sliding down my stomach until they’re smoothing over the swell of my belly. “But they’ll be sensitive for a long, long time,” he points out.

“I know,” I whine, squirming as Nikolai grabs my other breast and starts torturing that one, too. “Fuck, the two of you…”

Konstantin’s hand slides farther down until his finger is gliding along my already wet cunt. “But you’re enjoying it, Sierrochka,” he points out.

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