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He unleashes.
Again.
Again.
He doesn’t move a muscle as he comes.
His face remains as icy as his obsidian eyes.
"You don't know why you need this. Not yet."
I hold Olivia tight. She cries on my chest, bawling as I rub her clit. She can’t stop coming.
Brock holds her hand as he dries her squirts off his dick. "You’ll be fine, baby girl. Colt has a different way of showing affection. We all do. You’ll get through to him eventually. Fix him. Heal him. This is your task.It’s the way you’ll become a true Queen."
TWENTY-NINE
OLIVIA
I’m a whore.
Nothing but a filthy whore.
I exist on this planet to be used by my Kings.
They take me. Hurt me. Bring me to the Everest of pleasure.
Nothing I do or say draws them away from that noble goal.
My protests are in vain.
They’re not even protests.
It’s disgusting how much I want them.
Their hurt.
Their brutality.
Their male dominance over my pussy.
They reign over me and force me to do what they want.
Even when Rook and Brock are kind to me, they’re two seconds away from shoving me against a storage closet and violently penetrating my holes.
Their moods are as varied as the seasons.
I couldn’t fend them off if they wanted to destroy me in the ultimate way.
My fists wouldn’t even hurt them.
I’d be like a butterfly flapping its wings to get away from three snarling hawks.
They’re feral. Primal. Unrelenting.
I wish I could go back to the days where I was convinced I didn’t want this. The times I lied to myself. I crave my Kings night and day. They’re the only ones who can please me.
I think about the nights I dreamt about losing my virginity to my guitar-playing boyfriend.
