Page 22 of Kings of Cruelty

If I could do that with my own family for years, why not here?

I gasp when Yuri thrusts his fingers inside me. He strokes my inner walls with precision, going for exactly the right spot while he continues to lick and suck at my clit.

Between watching the two men kiss and Yuri’s efforts, my cunt starts to get slick, and I groan as I resist the urge to grab Yuri by the air and shove him even closer.

Nikolai withdraws from Konstantin, and I don’t miss the flush in his cheeks or the way that his cock tents the front of his pants. “Is that enough?” he asks.

“One day, I’ll have you sucking his cock,” I say on a whim to see the way he sputters and turns redder.

Yuri pulls away and says, “He’d choke on Konstantin.”

I let out a little whine of complaint, but I’m curious. “Have you two ever…?” I prompt, biting my lip as Konstantin’s fingers tweak my nipple. “With a woman, or without, or whatever?”

“Why all the questions, Sierrochka?” Konstantin asks. “It is time to turn off brain. Enjoy yourself.”

Yuri rests his head against my thigh. “A few times,” he whispers, and I’m not sure he meant for anyone to hear it.

I stroke his hair, trying to imagine it. “Because it’s hot,” I repeat. “He’s about to get a big faceful of cock when he licks me while you fuck me. It’s only fair to ask if he’s gotten up close and personal with that monster before.”

Nikolai takes a step back like he thinks I’m going to forcehimto do it next. I don’t have to ask whether he’s shared with Konstantin that way or not.

But I’ll be asking Yuri more about this later on, one way or another.

“All right, enough. You are ready,” Konstantin says, without asking me if I actually am ready. He reaches between us to undo his belt and fly. A moment later, I feel his erection pressing against my bare ass.

It’s as big as I remember, of course, and I feel the usual sense of apprehension at the idea of it penetrating me. I’m wet enough for it, and Yuri’s right there, ready to make sure I stay that way.

“Here, I’ll help,” Nikolai offers, grabbing me by the waist and lifting me up. He jars my shoulder, and I wince. Between his aid and Konstantin’s, I end up poised atop Konstantin’s cock, sucking in a breath as I prepare to be impaled.

Fuck, am I really ready for this?

Do I have a choice?

I’d planned on finding company, not having sex, but I can’t deny that this feels good.

It feels better than thinking about Kyran’s email and Silvano’s hand in everything Kyran does.

Konstantin guides me down slowly, and it burns, but my pleasure ramps up too. He fills me so completely, and all my thoughts scatter as I focus on the sensation.

“Tight,” Konstantin murmurs, stroking my belly. “Because we had to take a break.”

“The break is definitely over now,” Nikolai says, nuzzling my neck before kissing his way up to the shell of my ear. He nips it lightly, his hand coming around to cup one of my breasts and tease the nipple as I squirm atop Konstantin.

Yuri waits until I stop moving before he gets back into position. He licks my clit again, then laughs. His warm breath ghosts over the sensitive nub.

“How’s this going to work if you’re jiggling her around, Kotya?” Yuri asks.

That’s a good question, one I’m impatient to have them resolve.

“Move slower,” Nikolai suggests helpfully from right beside me, twisting my nipple harder. “Never mind. You should hurry up. I want a turn. I’m so sick of having blue balls all the time.”

The words give me slight pause, and I pull back, having to rest my head against Konstantin’s shoulder as I ask, “You weren’t with anyone else?”

Nikolai sounds vaguely guilty as he responds, “No. Why would I be?”

Yuri’s hands on my thighs tighten, and he pulls back. “If you have somebody else, you can’t be with Sierra.”

“I wasn’t!” Nikolai protests. He pulls back, and I can see how earnest his expression is as he insists, “I wasn’t with anyone else. I…” He ducks his head, some hair falling into his face. “I thought about it, all right? I’m only a man. But I didn’t, and I won’t.”

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