Page 24 of Kings of Cruelty

My eyes are drawn to the tattoo on his cock. I wonder how badly that hurt when he’d gotten it. But he’d taken the whipping with barely a sound, so I’m sure he’d endured the pain of the tattoo as well.

I let out a soft sound as Yuri’s cock gets closer, as he starts to penetrate me at this awkward angle. It’s intimate, somehow, between the three of us. My eyes go to Nikolai, who’s put out by the arrangement if the scowl on his face is any indication. But he strokes his cock anyway, his gaze on me the whole time.

When Yuri thrusts into me, I whimper, the residual flutters of my climax whispering at my awareness again. I think I could come again if he fucks me right, and I lift myself up as much as I can to allow him easier access to my cunt.

Fuck.

I moan as he bottoms out inside of me, wishing I could wrap my arms around him. I lean back instead, and Konstantin’s lips find mine as Yuri fucks me.

I tighten for Yuri, reaching out clumsily just to touch him. My hand slides across a tattoo on his chest: the Voronkov raven. It’s the same as my brand.

The brand.

I don’t want to think about it, and I don’t want to think about the other indelible marks they’ve left on my body—so I don’t.Instead, I focus on the pleasure that’s just waiting to explode within me again.

Before I can get there, Yuri is crying out his own orgasm, spilling into me. I whine in frustration, trying to jerk my hips a few more times as a second climaxjusteludes me.

Nikolai pats his lap. “Bring her here,” he says. “I’ll make her come.”

“She already came,” Yuri mutters, but he helps Konstantin maneuver me onto Nikolai’s lap.

I’m face to face with him, feeling awkward about it, but thankfully nobody wants me to be coherent. Konstantin guides me onto Nikolai’s cock and pushes down.

“You are so beautiful, Sierrochka,” Konstantin says, kissing my shoulder.

I glance up at him, struck by how handsome he looks like this. It makes this better, somehow, and less like I’m being traded off by three men who care more about their pleasure than my own.

Because, well, that wasn’t the case today, was it? They were more focused onme. They’d waited on me to heal, and I’d gone to them. Not fully expecting this, but needing to be settled in a way that words alone wouldn’t have been able to satisfy.

Nikolai fucks up into me, and I’m so close that he barely has to thrust a handful of times before I’m spasming around him again, clutching his shoulders to steady myself so I don’t collapse onto him. He groans. “Zaya… fuck, zaya,” he says as he thrusts harder up into me. “Wait until you’re fully healed. I’ll fuck you so good.”

Yuri is right beside me this time for me to kiss, and I part my lips so his tongue can explore my mouth even as Nikolai fucks me. He’s still kissing me when Nikolai chokes on a cry, grabbing my hips to hold me still as he fills me with his cum.

I don’t know how long I kiss Yuri, our lips sliding against each other and our breaths mingling. I feel Konstantin’s large hand on my back, stroking gently.

Then Nikolai says, “Ugh, Yuri, go away. I don’t want your breath right in my face.”

Yuri breaks the kiss and flicks his finger against Nikolai’s ear. “Don’t ruin it, asshole.”

I snort out a laugh, then take Konstantin’s hand so he can help me get off of Nikolai and settle down onto the couch next to him. I’m dripping everywhere, and I don’t even care. Someone else will have to clean up the mess. “Too late,” I say.

But it’s amicable, somehow, despite the way the spell had been broken.

I wish it could always be this way.

SEVEN

Konstantin

I sitacross from Matvey Petrov, glaring at him. He glares right back. Under the table, my hands are balled into fists.

The lawyer is sitting with Petrov, which is probably the sole reason I haven’t launched into a tirade about where, exactly, Petrov can shove his fucking criticisms.

Petrov shakes his head. “First the Winters completely humiliate us?—”

“You,” I mutter. “They humiliatedyou. I told you they couldn’t be trusted.”

I had, too. After Yura had been arrested, I’d told Petrov to keep his guard up around the Winters. But Petrov hadn’t liked Yura anyway, and he’d dismissed my concerns.

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