Page 52 of Kings of Cruelty

He must be really pissed if he’s messing up English grammar that much.

“I’m the one who’s pregnant,” I remind them. “I get to have mood swings and get pissy. The three of you don’t get to.”

Nikolai looks at me, but he doesn’t crack a smile. “It’s fine, zaya. Just a difference of opinion.”

I’m dying to know what about, but I doubt they’ll tell me.

Konstantin rubs his beard and sighs. “Discussion is over.” He comes over to me and places his hands on my shoulders from behind. “What do you need, Sierrochka?”

I rest back against him, feeling the tension in his chest and the way his hands are a little too rigid. “I’m having a shitty day,” I say honestly. “I had hoped to get some distraction, but not this way.” I glare at Yuri and Nikolai like this is their fault. “So I’ll go back to my room and entertain myself if the three of you are going to be dicks.”

I probably could’ve done that. There was no need to involve them. But it would’ve felt so lonely.

I shift awkwardly, and my cunt throbs despite the lack of simulation. Yeah, I know exactly why I came here.

Who would have thought that there’d ever be a day where I was in the mood but they weren’t?

Konstantin notices my movement, though, and his hand goes down to cover my breast. “Does our Sierrochka need something?” he asks, his tone a lot lighter than before.

I bite my lip. It was one thing to seek them out. It’s another to actually act on my desires. I don’t know why it’s shameful, somehow, but I guess James’s words got to me more than I’d thought.

“Do you think you could stop worrying about work shit and take care ofmefor a little bit?” I ask, hating the petulance in my voice. It’s stupid, and I know it. I’m acting like awhore. Butwhat’s the use of having three men in my life if I can’t use them like they’ve been using me all this time?

Yuri’s glower transforms into a smirk. “What kind of ‘taking care of’? You need to be specific. We wouldn’t want to get it wrong.”

“Don’t be a tease,” I tell him tartly. “Or I’ll go back to my room and take care of this little problem on my own.”

“Oh, we wouldn’t want that,” Nikolai says, getting up and crossing the room over to us. “Not when our zaya needs us so badly.”

Konstantin wraps an arm around my chest and pulls me a few steps away from Nikolai. “Yura is right, Sierrochka. We need to respect your wishes. So tell us, in detail, what you want us to do.”

My face heats up in embarrassment. Of course they choosenowto pretend to care about my consent. “I am not going to—” Konstantin’s hand returns to my breast, massaging it lightly, and I let out a small, humiliated moan. “Oh come on,” I whine. “It’s not like you’ve ever needed to hear it before.”

“No, no. I insist. I don’t want to get things wrong or make assumptions.” Konstantin blows a puff of air against my ear. “Tell Yura and Nikolai exactly how you want us.”

The frustrated sound I make has Nikolai chuckling, but he doesn’t reach out for me. “Yeah, zaya. Tell us what you want.”

“Oh, my god,” I say. “I hate all three of you. I’m going back to my room.”

Yuri meets my gaze. “You’ll only use your fingers? Is that going to satisfy you?”

I shudder. No, it’s not going to satisfy me. Not when I’m feeling like this, when I need to be filled and fucked and?—

“Hate you,” I repeat. “So much.” But I sigh, and I grab Konstantin’s hand, squeezing it over my breast. “I want you to fuck me. All right? I want to be touched and kissed and fuckedsenseless until I can’t even remember my own name. If I have to tell you how to manage that, though… I can find someone else.”

Nikolai’s eyes narrow. “No. You can’t. You won’t.”

Konstantin’s hand on my breast tightens to the point of pain. “There will be no others, Sierrochka.” He loosens his grip and rubs his thumb in circles over my nipple, and it pebbles underneath the shirt. “Whose cock do you want first? How should we position you? Do we keep you on the edge until all three of us have filled you up, or do we give you an orgasm every time? Tell us.”

I groan at the scenarios he’s putting in my head, and my breathing starts to quicken. “I… I don’t care who fucks me first. But I want to come over and over.” I need to. I need to forget. I don’t want to be edged and desperate. I want to be satisfied and filled to the brim with pleasure.

“Smallest to biggest?” Nikolai suggests with a smirk of his own. “Like Goldilocks.”

“I guess that means you go first?” Yuri answers smugly.

Nikolai sneers at Yuri. “That would be you, Yura.”

“If the two of you bicker about this, I swear I will fuck Kotya and leave the two of you out,” I threaten.

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