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I give a strangled laugh. “You have got to be kidding me.”

I make the mistake of catching Elyah’s eye, and an exultant expression flashes across his face, like he knew all along that I wasn’t getting what I wanted.

Konstantin looks pointedly at what my body is doing, and then back up at me. My leg is squeezing Kirill’s shoulder. I can’t see my toes, but I can feel that they’re curling. I try to unclench but hot sensations are racing through me, and I can barely stop my body from arching into Kirill.

Think about something else, I urge myself, licking my lips.Math problems. Soggy cornflakes. People walking too slowly on the sidewalk when you’re in a hurry. Kirill pushing two of those thick, tattooed fingers inside me and purring, “Good girl,” as he thrusts them deep and curls them lovingly into my G-spot.

“Shit,” I mutter under my breath, trying to wriggle away from Kirill.

Kirill slides both hands around my ass and pulls me firmly against his mouth. He’s not teasing and playing now, he’s found a sweet spot and a rhythm that he’s happy with, and he’s not going to stop until I come. To my horror, my body is flushing with heat and pleasure, and he’s making me lose my goddamn mind.

Elyah lovingly squeezes the nape of my neck and hot sensations spike through me. He’s got a gun to my head with a bullet in the chamber, but apparently my clit doesn’t care.

“We are not your husband,milaya,” Konstantin says. “If we say we are going to make you come, then we will make you come.”

“What’s thiswebusiness?”

“You obviously enjoy performing for us.”

“It’s not like I have a choice,” I say through my teeth. Glancing up at Elyah, I see that he’s breathing unsteadily as he watches me draw closer and closer to the brink of no return.

You know what? Fuck him.

“Give Kirill the gun,” I say through gritted teeth, moving one hand to Kirill’s muscular shoulder and holding on for dear life. Literally.

The pressure of the barrel disappears. “What?”

“He’s the one doing all the hard work. He should be the one to kill me.”

Between my thighs, Kirill laughs and the vibrations course through me. “Neordinarnaya, if Elyah hands me that gun, I’m going to fuck you with it.”

“Good,” I fling back at him. He’s not going to get the better of me, this weirdo who watches women sleep. I grip the seat of the chair with both hands. Better a bullet in the guts than the head. I could survive for a while that way. Maybe?

Who fucking knows. I’m not exactly thinking clearly, I just want that gun away from my head.

Kirill’s eyes flash and he holds out his hand to his friend. Panic and twisted desire flash through me as Elyah slaps the weapon into his palm. The barrel is thick and ridged, and Kirill shows it to me before lowering it between my legs.

And shoving it inside me.

My head flies back with a gasp, into Elyah’s supporting hand. For a moment, our gazes meet as I struggle with the sensation of the strange, hard object inside me.

Kirill pulls it back and then shoves it deeper. “What a fucking beautiful sight. You take that so well, Number Eleven.”

He dips his head to resume licking me. I hoped that the weirdness of being fucked with a weapon would obliterate my desire, but the need to come doubles with each thrust of the hard metal.

I can feel Elyah staring at me while he holds me in place. Kirill looks up at me to gauge my reaction. Konstantin is watching me from behind his desk as two of his men play the most twisted game of Russian roulette I’ve ever heard of. Is this what he was hoping for from his pageant, or am I an unexpected bonus?

Kirill’s voice is a husky whisper between my legs. “That’s it,neordinarnaya, I can feel you getting close.”

He urges me on with luxurious swipes of his tongue as my orgasm barrels down on me. My pelvis rocks. My sweaty hand grasps Kirill’s shoulder even tighter. I make a strangled sound in the back of my throat and my back arches as I climax. I can feel myself squeezing against the metal of the gun as Kirill groans and thrusts it harder and deeper into me.

As my orgasm tails off, I realize that Kirill is staring at me, and he’s breathing hard as well. Watching me come has wiped all other thoughts from his mind, but I want this over with.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?” I snarl, glaring from him to the gun. “Shoot me.”

Kirill flinches in anger and pulls the trigger. I brace for the worst because the worst is what I’ve learned to expect—

There’s a muted click, and then nothing. The chamber was empty.

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