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"Quit acting like we took your virginity, drama queen." Rook’s giant cock jolts under his khakis, appearing like a metal baseball bat that snaps to life after being struck by lightning. "It’s hot as fuck that you’re so innocent. So inexperienced."
Rook massages my thigh, which makes me wet even though I don't want it to. I want to scream. Run. Tell these bullies to get away from me.My efforts will be in vain."The girls here at Saintswood have been ran through by sophomore year of high school. Finding an angel with her purity still intact is a blessing."
"You left me on the floor at a frat party covered in cum."
"You deserved it."
I stare in shock at both Brock and Rook, my gaze flitting between them. They must be joking. Screwing with my head. What did I do to deserve to be treated like that? Nothing. That’s the answer. All I was doing was sipping a drink while staring at the moon. Thinking about poetry in my sweater. My wavy auburn hair flowing over my back as I contemplated leaving the party early and heading back to read a good book in my bed.
"I deserved no such thing."
Rook stares me dead in the eye. "You didn’t drop to your knees and serve your Kings the second you walked through the door. That’s a criminal offense at Saintswood."
"You deserve everything that’s coming to you, little Olivia. My little Olive. You’re a temptress disguising yourself as an innocent virgin. A Siren whose sole mission is to lead me and my friends toward destruction."
"You can’t blame me for things I can’t control."
"I can blame you for not opening your mouth and swallowing my dick right now."
Tears spring out of my eyes as I fight against their steel grips in vain. They’re each so strong, dedicating countless hours to the gym. They could attack a herd of bison using nothing but their clenched fists as weapons and rip the horns from their skulls.
"You need to leave me alone." I’m desperate now. I can’t go through a repeat of last weekend. I was treated like a filthy whore and the worst part is that I liked it. So much.
"I don't think so." Rook’s eyes drop to my mouth.
"We’re in the middle of the hall." I glance around, but to my dismay, there are no students or administrators. This part of the building has suddenly grown empty. "The cameras will catch everything."
"There’s something you don't understand about Saintswood, Olive. We own everyone here. We’re the Kings. If we want to fuck a bitch’s throat in the hall and finger her pussy, we will."
Rook drags his thumb across my throat. "Stop acting like the Dean wouldn’t pay to watch."
My heart slams in my chest as I look at each Sinner. Rook’s eyes are lidded as they beam with destructive energy. Brock’s pupils are dilated as he manhandles my thigh.
I cry out as heat builds in my core. My pussy throbs and unleashes wetness in my panties, even though I don't want it to. I’ll never admit that their cruelty is doing this to my body.
Fuck my fucking pussy. Why is it ready to squirt? These aren’t the things I pictured doing with my first boyfriend. In my fantasies, he was a gentleman, taking me out for meals, and buying me flowers to sweep me off my feet. He wasn’t a…feral caveman.
"I’m on my period." This is my last resort. If they don't let me go, they’re animals.
Rook forces me to my knees.
"Shut your lying ass up and suck my cock, bitch."
THREE
ROOK
Olivia is so goddamn hot.
That’s what I think as I plunge my enormous member into her slutty throat.
She’s nothing like the other skanky bitches at Saintswood.
She’s pure. Virtuous. One of a kind.
I’m Rook. The wild card of the group. I’ve been to juvie multiple times and have enough brawn and badassery in my blood to knock out an entire village of inferior men and take all their wives as my new concubines. I’m not a "pretty boy" like my friends with my shaved head and canvas of tattoos. One is a skull—that’s the Sinners’ team logo, one that all my friends have. My other tattoos are a mix of my family crests and ink I picked up in the joint. The new tattoos crawling up my neck are in homage to my favorite historical gangsters such as Al Capone.
When I was a teenager, I had well over a dozen bitches at my beck and call. By bitches, I mean fully grown adult females. At fifteen, I was fucking two of my teachers, dominating them before class, and I had at least twenty of the college bitches that lived at the nearby dorms.
