Page 88 of Kings of Cruelty

“Mhm,” Sierra agrees, spreading her legs a little more. “I think he could be a good worker. Maybe earn a bonus for a job well done. Would you like that, peon?”

I nod eagerly. “Yes. Please.”

“Good. I’ll have mercy on you and make it easier.” I don’t follow her meaning until she starts walking toward the couch, urging me to follow by tugging at my hair. She sprawls out, looking smug. “I like you on your knees, Yura.”

“Maybe sheisdescended of royalty,” I say to Kotya, smiling. I get into place between her legs and kiss the insides of her thighs.

Kotya follows and sits down next to Sierra, leaning in to kiss her. “Get to work, Yura. The faster you get us off, the faster you get your reward.”

She goes back to carding her fingers through my hair, but she urges me closer to her as my tongue starts to lap at her clit. Shemoans, kissing Kotya as I pleasure her. I know that from the way she’s been lately—insatiable—that it won’t take her long to come all over my tongue, then…

Then there’s Kotya.

He’s larger than any man I’ve sucked off. Not that I have a great deal of experience—mostly a few guys in jail, and we were all in a hurry to get off as quickly as possible. I’d tried pretending it was Kotya or even Nikolai, but the encounters were too unsatisfying for that.

Now I have the real thing.

I take a deep breath, inhaling Sierra’s scent, and lick harder. Kotya grabs my head and forces me even closer to her, so my nose rubs against her pussy.

She lets out soft sounds as I pleasure her, whispering, “You’re going to look so hot with your mouth around Kotya’s cock.”

The thought sends a thrum of arousal through me, and it must do the same for her because her entire body trembles.

“Right… right there,” she tells me. “Don’t move. Please, god, don’t move.”

I continue to lap at her like a dog, her juices coating my chin. My eyes flutter closed as I focus on giving her this pleasure.

The noises she makes get louder and louder, until she cries out, her entire body jerking beneath me. “Yura!”

Kotya’s hand fists my hair harder, urging me even more firmly against her, and she trembles and shakes as the orgasm sweeps over her.

Before long, though, she’s pushing at his hand, shaking her head as she pants. “Okay. Okay, I can’t… It’s… God, too much.”

I sit back and smile at her, before turning my attention to Kotya. I can see some apprehension in his expression, though, and it dampens my mood a bit.

“My revolution,” I say haltingly.

Kotya gives me a confused look. “Your revolution?”

“In my revolution, we kill all the royals and the rich and get rid of their stupid rules. You can fuck whoever you want,” I say, more determined. “Because who the fuck cares what they think?”

His expression softens, and he nods. “That’s right. A gory revolution, with Roman and my father’s bodies piled right at the top.” He frees his cock from its confines, and it’s already erect, large and throbbing and beautiful.

Sierra groans, and she looks down at me, her expression dazed. “Viva la revolution,” she says with a quiet huff of laughter. “Go on, Yura,” she adds. “Please.”

I lean in, nosing along Kotya’s shaft and pressing kisses to the base. I lick the tip, then grin. “You might need to help me, Sierra. I don’t think I can fit all of him into my mouth.”

She laughs again. “Ican’t even fit all of him in my mouth.” She slides off of the couch with a dramatic sigh. “Guess I’ll have to lower myself to your level. Now that you’ve convinced me to join your revolution.” She settles onto her knees next to me, her hand grasping the top of Kotya’s shaft.

I open wide and begin sucking Kotya.

He lets out a long groan and bucks his hips forward. Sierra’s hand on his shaft is the only thing that prevents Kotya from choking me with his cock. I take as much as I can, though, sucking and licking and giving Kotya the same effort I’d given Sierra.

I want to show him how much he means to me.

Never mind a revolution.

I need to know I have a place with him and Sierra.

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