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I stare down at her with no emotion in my eyes. "You’re my Queen. My whore. My slut.My everything."
TWENTY-EIGHT
ROOK
I tug Olivia to my enormous chest, then run the washcloth gently across her skin.
Aftercare.
I’m such a good person.
I am the sensitive one of the group, after all.
I’m not that sensitive compared to the general male population.
I’m a monster.
Only compared to Colt am I a gentleman.
Right now, my Queen needs a healing hand.
Olivia whimpers, the soap stinging a scrape she endured somehow.
"Shhh, sweet Olive. You’re safe with me."
She brings her hand to her beat-up pussy, then rubs her clit. "It’s still tingling. I need to go again."
"Later."
Tears spring out of her eyes, slipping down her cheeks. "What’s wrong with me? I hate you all so much for doing this to me. My body loves it. I want you to hurt me again. Again and again."
"You’re a whore."
We’re in the bubble bath that I ran after our rough morning. Some part of me wanted to let Olivia lie in her filth and think hard about what she did to attract this into her life. The law of attraction rules the world, motherfucker. Act like a whore and stare at us at a frat party and we’ll give you what your subconscious wants. Act like a bitch who offers up her pussy to Colt without us and we’ll make you pay for it.
I figured that Olivia still has a sensitive side beneath her whore side and that sensitive side needed nurturing.
There’s no better way to nurture a fucking slutty whore like her than a bubble bath. The MILFs I fucked claimed that I didn’t need to give them aftercare after I wrecked them, but they were lying sluts. They all wanted it. It got so bad that I’d ram my palm over their lying mouth, throw them over my shoulder, and force them into the shower while I kissed every inch of their body. Bitches never want to admit they want you. They think it makes you want them less. They’re right. But also wrong. Because a true King always wants to take care of his Queen. That makes him proud.
That’s what I’m doing with Olivia. I plant a kiss on her shoulder, which prompts her to emit a sigh. Her fingers thread through my thigh hair, the tender nails scratching my skin.
Her ass wriggles against my cock, and I trap a growl when it throbs against her crack. The temptation to slide it in is so overwhelming. She wouldn’t even know what happened before I did it. One thrust in her backdoor pussy would be all it’d take. Bam. Bam. Thrust. Push. She’d be crying out and screaming all over again.
Patience.
Olivia rests her auburn hair against my chest. "I’m still getting used to all of this."
I wash her tits with the washcloth, which allows her to relax for once. Her legs spread out as her butt molds to my hips.
My eyes lock down at her body and a smirk draws across my lips. She’s so petite that I can’t stand it. I’ve never been with a woman as tiny as her. My bitches are usually huge and thick. Big curvy asses that I smack before I tug them against me.
"I’m so fucking glad that you’re our Queen, Olivia. We treat you rough, but we do it because we know you need it. Your body thanks us in ways that your mouth never can. You’re a beautiful woman and you’re ours.Ours.We’re fortunate you want to be in our lives."
Olivia turns around toward me with a skeptical look marring her perfect features. "This must be the sensitive Rook coming out."
"Damn right it is." A low growl charges out of me as I gently nibble her upper lip. I can’t suck her lower one because Brock split it when he bit her while fucking her. "You’re perfect."
Tears well in her eyes. "None of you have really told me that before. Or if you have, then it’s before you viciously fuck me."
