Page 89 of Kings of Cruelty

Between the two of us, we have Kotya’s cock straining and dripping with precum before long.

“Don’t get used to the ‘on my knees’ thing,” she says lightly, though I know there’s some turmoil inside of her as she says, “Pretty soon, it’ll be too uncomfortable.”

“We’ll find other positions,” Kotya says with a strained voice. “Fuck, Yura. You are good at this.”

I hum in agreement, and judging by the sounds he makes, he appreciates the vibration. He’s close, too. I glance up at him and watch as his eyes close and his mouth parts.

I used to watch him while he was fucking women just to see this expression. Lately, my attention has shifted to Sierra, but I can’t deny how fucking hot Kotya is.

“If you don’t want my seed in your mouth, Yura…” he says.

I suck harder.

Sierra keeps her hand around his shaft, her fingers tightening even as Kotya’s dick swells in my mouth.

I can’t believe how good this feels.

Kotya groans, and his cum starts to fill my mouth—fast, so fast that I can’t even swallow it down quickly enough to keep it from seeping out around my lips. I don’t care, even as it begins to dribble down my chin.

It isn’t until he’s done that I pull away, and I grab Sierra so I can kiss her with Kotya’s cum still in my mouth. My tongue pushes it inside, and she lets out a startled sound but doesn’t pull away as she’s forced to swallow it down, too.

I grind against her, dragging my cock along her stomach, that small hint of a bump that means she’s carrying mine or Kotya’s or Nikolai’s child. I take her hand and force it onto my cock while we kiss, and she gives a few rough tugs before I’m coming all over her dress.

If she minds, she doesn’t show it. She keeps stroking me until I’m oversensitive and push her away, like she’d had to push me away before.

When she does, she looks at me, and I have this strange feeling that she’s trying to tell me something without actually saying the words.

My heart races as I wonder what it could be, but she doesn’t say it. Instead, she glances at Kotya and says, “Now that… I could get used to. Poor Nikolai, missing out on that.”

I wrap my arms around Sierra and laugh. “I’ll invite him to my next secret meeting. Where we plot to end the tyranny of the Romanovs.”

“Or the tyranny of Roman,” Kotya mutters with a shake of his head. “Nikolai will want to be there for that.”

Sierra looks between us before asking cautiously, “That’s your brother, right? The one we hate?”

“Yeah. His older brother, who will inherit everything because he got born first.” I let go of her and sit back, my back against Kotya’s legs. He still has his cock out and doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to tuck himself away.

“Of course, my regime will be more fair,” Kotya says quietly. “I’ll take care of all my children.”

Sierra gets up, going to sit by him again. She carefully puts his cock back in his pants, even going as far as to zip him up. “This is the part where I remind you you’re only getting one,” she tells him, but she kisses him anyway.

Kotya kisses her back. I watch, smiling, and I realize there isn’t a single drop of jealousy inside me. They’re my favorite people in the world. Of course I want them to be happy with each other, too.

“We’ll see,” Kotya says. “Yura and Nikolai might want children too.”

I turn to bite his knee. “For all you know, Sierra’s carryingmysecret heir right now.”

“Entirely possible,” Sierra says, shrugging. “I don’t care whose it is, as long as it’s the only one.”

We’ll have plenty of time to talk her into more later.

For now, I tuck my own cock back into my pants and get up to join them on the couch.

We may not be able to have moments like these often, but I’m going to take advantage of every single one.

TWENTY-THREE

Konstantin

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