Page 7 of Dirty Crown
“I’d cut his throat for you,” Valen told me, his hand deep in my pants. God, I loved them all, so willing to leap on board my crazy train and able to keep up with my wild mood swings. One minute I was running from them all because I worried they’d think I was unfaithful, the next I was getting them to get me off while I was carving up my enemy.
I guess if anything could be said about me, it was that I was a wild fuck.
They continued to pleasure me while I lifted my hand, grabbed Maksim’s shirt with the other, and tore it open, exposing his chest.
“What are you doing, you sick cunt?” he said from under the jacket. I could hear him choking on something, Kingston’s hit might have made him bleed and the image of that drove me harder.
“I’m doing something to think about the next time you want to hurt a woman,” I hissed and spread the shirt wide.
Ryker’s fingers played with my clit, Valen’s fucked my pussy from behind, Kingston and Archer played with my breasts and kissed my neck, and I lifted the knife for my release. The icing on the cake, the cherry on top. The sweet sensation of revenge as I hit my orgasm.
Just as I got there, I slid the knife against Maksim’s left nipple, areola and all. He screamed and twisted to get away as I cut it clean off. I tossed it to the side, and he kicked and pushed so hard that Kingston had to leave my breast and hold him steady.
“I’ve got this, princess,” he said and looked at me with fire and admiration in his eyes. “I’ve got you, Evie.”
Maksim screamed, unintelligible noises of agony, but I wasn’t over yet.
Ryker and Valen worked my pussy, Archer worked my breasts, and I sliced off Maksim’s other nipple. This one was a larger area of skin and it began to bleed immediately, catching up to the other.
I stood back, Kingston let him go and held me upright as I came in his arms. I clung to him while the other Kings brought me wave after wave of release, until I was breathless and unable to handle any more.
They knew, they always did. They played my body like it was an instrument, and they always knew when to let me gather myself back together.
The four of them surrounded me and I let the knife drop to the concrete floor with a clatter. I began to sob, from relief of being in their arms again and from joy at my revenge. They didn’t hate me, in fact they loved me enough to help me in my wild desires.
The sounds of Maksim’s groans and sobs lifted me even higher, and I knew I should have never run from these men. They were my ride or die posse, extensions of my own life, and the reason for me to carry on.
I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else, and I couldn’t imagine being with anybody but them.
My Kings, my saviors, and my loves.
My life.
* * *
“Gethis shirt back together and put Kingston’s jacket on him or they’ll see the blood,” I said, motioning toward Maksim’s prone body. We’d cut him out of the chair and he was lying on the floor next to Avery and they were both out cold. We’d given Maksim some sedative because he wouldn’t stop whining and crying about the pain, and Avery was still out. I guess I’d hit her pretty hard, and although I hoped she woke up, I wasn’t exactly going to be broken up about it if she didn’t. I was feeling savage about it all, and her death wouldn’t faze me in that moment.
“Good call,” Valen said, lifting Maksim so Archer could help him with the jacket. Maksim’s white shirt was stained with twin blooming roses of blood on the front. His nipples were gone, and the blood was slowing, but it was still pretty obvious something had happened to him. When we got on the line with Ilya, I wanted Maksim to appear intact.
We were just getting ready to leave Prague. We’d found the pilot who brought us here. He was still in the city, and we were going to meet him in half an hour.
So far, we’d been lucky because there had been no sign of Ilya or his men, and Maksim hadn’t been his usual annoying, demanding self now that I cut him down to size. He had, however, need to chill the fuck out for the drive over there, because the thought of being trapped in the SUV with him crying about his nipples, oh his nipples, they were erogenous zones, then I was going to scream.
“Got it,” Archer said, and we propped him up between the two of them. They were going to get him down to street level, and Kingston would pull the SUV around while Ryker and I helped Avery down.
It somehow went off without a hitch. There were a couple moments when we dropped them, and once when Avery’s hair got caught in the elevator doors when it closed at first. I had visions of her being scalped as we started going down, so I’d hit every button until the doors and opened again and we could free her up.
The bitch owed me one. If she survived.
Before I knew it, we were off to the private airport to fly away on the unregistered private jet. The key was that it was unregistered, otherwise Ilya could track our flight and figure out where we were going.
As it was, we had decided on flying to London to hide out in a flat that Ivan kept there.
The more I got to know about Ivan, the more I realized he was one of those guys I ranted about back in college. The millionaire/billionaire class who bought up property in every big city and then left it sitting empty for most of the time.
My own father was a land hoarding dick, and I’d have to talk to him about it once we got him free. We could become the shady possibly criminal family that used their money for social benefits, not just greed and unnecessary consumption.
Until then, I’d take advantage of the private jet and access to money and have no guilt about it. I had to go easy on myself, I was still reeling from my overreaction to Maksim’s video. And by overreaction, I don’t mean the nipple slicing or the running away, I mean the fact that I ever doubted my Kings and their support through all of this.
