14. Nikolai
FOURTEEN
Nikolai
Sierra seethes the rest of the day, refusing to talk to me, refusing to look at me unless it’s absolutely necessary. When I do address her, she responds tersely, making it clear she has no intention of continuing any sort of conversation with me.
It started out amusing, but by the time we get home, I’m annoyed. I park and get out, and she sits there long enough to where I go around to the passenger side and yank the door open.
“You can’t just sit there all night,” I gripe.
“Watch me,” she snaps back. “You are such a… a…”
I quirk my brows at her. “A what?” I dare her to say something negative about me, especially now that we’re back in our own domain and she doesn’t have a chance in hell at getting away from me for even an hour.
She grits her teeth, refusing to respond. I grab her laptop bag, and she finally gets out of the car to try to snatch it back from me. “I have homework,” she says.
“I’ll keep you entertained while you work.” We have no intention of letting her work on her own laptop without supervision, after all. Sure, her hacking skills are useful, but they could also be a liability .
Not that I know what to look for, and she could probably manage something right under my nose, but I’m not telling her as much.
I keep the bag at my side, leading her back into the house through the kitchen.
Yuri’s sitting at the kitchen island, eating a sandwich while he browses his phone. He looks up when we approach.
His eyes rake over Sierra’s body.
“I like you better in leather,” he says.
Sierra makes a disgruntled sound. She tries to turn on her heel to stalk away like an indignant cat, but I grab her elbow.
“Oh, no you don’t,” I tell her cheerfully. “We’re going to spend some quality time with Yura.”
Yuri laughs. “Sure. How was class? Did she behave herself?”
I hum to myself.
“Nikolai didn’t,” she snaps.
Despite how angry I’d been when she’d mocked me, I’m much calmer now. Fucking her in the bathroom and utterly humiliating her when her ass had been displayed to everyone crowded around the bathroom door had helped my mood. I grin. “She looks nice bent over a bathroom sink. But tsk, tsk, how dare she do that in public!”
Sierra lets out a sound that’s damn near a growl, glaring at me. “Oh, fuck you. If I get kicked out of college because of you?—”
“You fucked her in a public bathroom?” Yuri interrupts, sounding intrigued. “In one of the stalls?”
“Oh, no. He couldn’t be that fucking considerate,” Sierra says, her voice turning shrill.
Yuri turns his gaze on me.
I laugh, setting Sierra’s laptop bag down on the floor and grabbing her, pulling her back against my front and groping one of her breasts. “I locked the door! How was I supposed to know they’d get a janitor to open it?”
Yuri smiles, and I’m glad to see that. He’s been especially dour since he got out of jail, like he was blaming me and Konstantin for… something .
“Sierra’s got some sort of public sex kink,” Yuri says. “She fondled me on my bike and forced me to find an exit so we could fuck over the bike.”
“I don’t have an exhibitionist streak,” Sierra protests. “I can’t help it that you two fuckers do.”
She tries to squirm away from me, and I grab her nipple, tweaking it until she goes still.
“Us two fuckers, as you put it, get to do whatever we want to you. Remember?” I yank her shirt up with my other hand, fingers going over the scarred-over brand. “Or did you forget this?”
“How could I?” she asks sharply.
Yuri starts looking around the room. “Kotya’s busy. We’re all alone, in this big kitchen.” His lips widen into a grin. “Well, alone, unless one of the men comes in for a snack.”
“I could go for a snack right now,” I say. I’m mostly sated from earlier, but hell, I’m still young. I could go for another round, and I know Yuri could use the stress relief of fucking her. I could tell him all about how it felt…
I pull her shirt off, and she lets out a frustrated little sound that’s really pretty adorable from her.
“You’re more of a pest than James is,” Sierra snarls as she struggles against me.
“James?” Yuri asks while he pulls his leather jacket off.
“Her ex-boyfriend,” I say, and while I intend for the words to come out light, they come out as a snarl. “He cornered her in a classroom. Apparently our zaya broke up with him and he’s not too pleased about it.”
“He was a dick,” Sierra mutters. “But he’s got nothing on the two of you.”
Yuri’s expression turns darker. “You dated somebody? Who was it? Why didn’t your brothers chase him off?”
Huh. Not that I’m altogether happy about the fact that the dick got up in my face, but Yuri is a little more affected by this than I am.
“I dated more than one somebody,” she says, trying to pull away from me again.
I let her, only to push her in Yuri’s direction .
“And they didn’t know, all right? It’s not like I told everyone about my… love life.” The blip is almost indiscernible, but I was listening too closely not to catch the brief hesitation.
Yuri grabs her and places his hand over her brand. “Who was he?” he asks again. “Some frat boy? A rich American?”
Again, she tries to pull away, but Yuri has a firm grip on her. “Just some random frat boy, yes. And I guess he was rich? I don’t know what you consider rich.”
“He was definitely well-off,” I interject. “His clothes looked expensive.”
“That doesn’t mean—” Sierra cuts herself off, shaking her head. “Look, he meant nothing to me. And he cheated on me, so it’s a moot point. I broke it off with him and it’s not like I could go back to him even if I wanted to.”
“He cheated on you?” Yuri’s voice turns thunderous. “What kind of mudak would cheat on you ?”
She stills, and her expression has gone from angry and frustrated to baffled.
I can’t say I blame her. I don’t know why it matters that much.
All right, I don’t like people who cheat on their partners; I’ve never been into being “the other man.” But Sierra is just another woman.
Isn’t she?
She takes a deep breath, looking up at Yuri. The hand not on her brand has tightened around her wrist, and she says pointedly, “You’re hurting me.”
Yuri curses in Russian and lets go of her, then looks at me. “What did he look like? What’s his last name?” He glances at Sierra. “Where does he live?”
“What the actual fuck?” Sierra asks, backing away from him and rubbing her wrist. She tries to grab for her shirt, but I don’t let go of it. “Why do you care?”
I’m wondering the same thing, but I don’t interrupt. I’m too curious to see where this is going.
“He disrespected you,” Yuri growls. “And your family did nothing? I knew your brother was a fucking coward. ”
“Neither of them even know he cheated on me,” Sierra snaps. “I broke up with James the day Konstantin and Nikolai kidnapped and raped me .” She stares Yuri down. “What do you think my family should do about that, huh?”
Yuri lets out a frustrated sound and turns to face me. “You just let him go? We can find him now and destroy him.”
“She didn’t tell me he’d cheated on her,” I protest, holding my hands out in front of me. I switch to Russian, asking rapidly, “Why is this bothering you so much? She isn’t wrong; we’ve done worse than cheat on her.”
Sierra glares at me, probably pissed that she can’t understand what I’m saying, but I don’t particularly care.
Yuri stalks to the other side of the kitchen, and for a second I think he’s going to grab a glass to throw it. In the end, he only grips the kitchen counter. “She’s ours. How dare he have even fucking touched her. I want to break every single bone in his fingers. Castrate him. Make him swallow his own balls.”
“She wasn’t ours back then,” I say, still puzzled. I probably shouldn’t tell him he laid a hand on her. I’d fixed that quickly enough, but Yuri is already raging more than makes sense to me.
“She should have been!” Yuri shouts in Russian.
Sierra and I both startle, and Yuri seems to realize just how loud he’d been.
“Fuck.” Yuri runs a hand over his face as he reverts to English. “Whatever. Sierra’s cunt was open to everybody, I guess. Even men who cheat on her.”
“Excuse me?” Sierra says, though her voice is cautious as she edges back just a little more. “I’ve had two fucking boyfriends. I barely let them touch me because they—” She shakes her head, obviously getting the hint that she needs to quit while she’s behind.
“All right,” I intervene. “I spanked her already. Maybe her cunt needs another spanking?”
I don’t know what to do about Yuri. It’s not like he’s never been a hothead, but to act this way about a woman? I don’t understand it, and I don’t particularly like it, either .
She’s interesting, sure, and she’s beautiful… but in the end, she’s just a piece of ass.
I don’t say that aloud.
Yuri goes over to Sierra and tries to brush her hair aside, but she evades him. His expression darkens, and he grabs her arm forcefully to pull her against his body. “You don’t like me? But you like all the others.”
“I don’t like this,” she says, though she goes still. “I don’t like you angry. You’re scaring me, all right? I don’t understand what I did wrong.”
I don’t understand either.
“You… Your family. Your brother.” Yuri flounders, though, and whatever he’s trying to say, I’m sure it isn’t this. Yuri looks over to me. “You already fucked her? Can you go again?”
She still looks bewildered, and I’m not feeling much better off. But the question has me nodding, albeit cautiously. “I’m sure I can,” I assert. He’s not as into sloppy seconds as Konstantin is, but he won’t turn down a cunt just because it’s been used by one of us. “She can suck me until I get hard. Or she can suck you? You can fuck her face.”
Sierra’s expression sours, but she seems to realize just how dangerous this is. She says nothing, touching the brand on her chest as though reminding herself why she’s not protesting more.
Yuri nods, but his gaze is distant. He pushes Sierra down so she’s kneeling in front of him. I close in behind her, essentially boxing her in.
“Remind me how your pretty mouth works,” Yuri says to her.
She mutters something under her breath, but I don’t catch it. Obviously Yuri doesn’t either, because he doesn’t react. Still, she reaches up to unfasten his pants, pulling them down so she can get his cock out of his boxer briefs. She glances at me, a ridiculous gesture because I’m hardly going to stop Yuri from doing anything.
Except maybe killing her. Maybe I’d stop that.
But I tell myself it’s only because I don’t feel like getting rid of the body .
Sierra leans forward, taking the tip of his cock into her mouth as her hand reaches up to stroke the rest.
“No,” Yuri says harshly. “I want only your mouth.”
She hesitates, but she nods. Her lips part more, and she takes the full head of his cock into her mouth. She’s slow, and he seems too impatient to wait for her to get settled because he pushes deeper in.
Reaching up, she rests her hands on his thighs instead, taking more of him into her mouth until she gags. She tries to pull off of him, but his hand goes to the back of her head, and he hisses out a breath as he starts to push his way into her throat.
Flailing a little, she tries to pull off, but he doesn’t let her. He keeps going until her nose rests against his pubic hair and his balls are touching her chin.
It’s hot, and I reach down to massage my cock through my pants. I wouldn’t mind joining in, but this is about Yuri. This is about what he wants. I had her earlier, and it’s his turn.
But I do wonder what it would be like to have her throat working around me as she gags and her eyes water.
Yuri thrusts into her a few times, and I can hear Sierra gagging as she tries to keep up. Yuri’s eyes scrunch closed, and his long hair falls over his face as he moves.
He looks like he’s getting close, but after a few more thrusts, Yuri makes a frustrated sound and pulls out. “Get her on the counter. Pants off. I’m going to fuck her cunt.”
I obey, even though I’d usually roll my eyes at the order and tell him to do it himself. I get her up, getting her jeans off in record time. Her panties are dark with the cum that’s dripped out of her, and I take a moment to look at them before remembering what I’m supposed to be doing. I lift her, and even though she flails a little, she lets me put her up over the counter on her back.
“Maybe someone will walk in,” I say in a low voice, not sure what he’s going to think about the idea, but he seemed to like it earlier. “They can watch you fuck her and know she belongs to us, only us. Fuck her hard, Yura.”
Sierra acts like a doll to be positioned and used, like she’s still aware of the danger she’s in. Yuri gets between her legs and spreads them wide, then runs his hand over her cunt.
“You liked having Nikolai in there?” he grunts and he pushes two fingers in. “Will I find some of his cum here, filling you up?”
She swallows hard, glancing at me again before focusing her gaze on Yuri. “Probably,” she says. “He… He came a lot before we were, um, interrupted.” Her cheeks redden at the memory, and I can’t help but grin at the thought of her humiliation.
We’ll have to do it again, though she’s right about one thing. We can’t if she’s kicked out of college.
Maybe we’ll do it in a stall next time.
“I’m not stopping if somebody walks in,” Yuri says. He pulls his fingers out and lines up his cock. “I’m going to keep fucking you and making you scream.”
I groan, liking the thought of it. I think about pulling my cock out and getting off to the sight of them, but instead, I decide to humiliate her even more.
She hates coming when we fuck her, after all.
I trail my hand down her torso, and I quirk a brow at Yuri. “She’s even tighter if she’s coming around your cock,” I offer.
Yuri grunts and pushes inside her, pausing when he’s fully seated. “Yes.” He meets my eyes, and the anger seems to have drained a little, replaced by lust.
I nod, and in that moment, I can see how Konstantin finds those lips so kissable. I’ve never really thought of it myself, but right now… His excitement is contagious.
I shelve that thought to mull over another time, instead focusing my attention on Sierra. My hand slides down even lower, and I start to play with her clit. She squeezes her eyes tightly closed, refusing to look at either of us, but I can see it — feel it — when she starts to squirm. I can hear it, too, when her breathing starts to get erratic.
“Fuck,” Yuri grunts, thrusting faster. “She’s pulsing around me. So warm. Hot.” He groans and, to my surprise, reaches out for me. He rests his head against my shoulder while he keeps fucking her.
Huh.
Maybe he finds me a little appealing, too. Was it his time in jail? No, he and Konstantin had had their moments before then. I file that away, too.
I lean my head against him, too, as my fingers work nimbly on Sierra’s clit. Her body starts to tremble, and she whimpers, shaking her head in a futile gesture. It doesn’t help. She arches, soft cries spilling from her lips as she comes around Yuri’s cock.
Yuri isn’t long behind her, and he bites down on my shoulder as he releases into her.
It’s only once he’s done that he seems to realize how close he is to me. He pulls out of Sierra, some of his cum dribbling out of her and onto the kitchen counter top.
“Fuck,” Yuri mutters. He looks between me and Sierra, but before I can say anything, he stuffs his cock back into his pants and rushes away.
Sierra’s eyes open, and she meets my gaze with a dazed, somewhat bewildered look. I’m hard, but the last thing I’m thinking about is fucking her when Yuri had just acted so fucking strangely before running off like he’d done something to be ashamed of.
Maybe it was the attention he’d paid to me? I can’t be sure, and I doubt he’ll talk about it to me.
“What the fuck just happened?” Sierra asks.
I shake my head mutely, unsure as well, then offer her my hand to help her down from the counter. “Go on and clean up,” I tell her. I’m not sure if I should go after Yuri or not. I should tell Konstantin, at least, about his odd behavior regarding Sierra. “I’ll bring your laptop for you to do your homework later.”
She pulls up her panties and jeans, fastening them as she nods to me. “Yeah. I’m just going to go… lie down.”
She’s a little unsteady on her feet as she walks away, disappearing from the kitchen with caution in her steps like she expects to run into Yuri again. He must be long gone, though, or ignoring her.
Well.
Color me baffled.