Page 116 of Obsessed Kings


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I scream, fucking Olivia with unhinged abandon, impaling her with the steel beam of my cock, every inch pure metal, wrecking her, ripping the insides of her cunt to shreds, not giving a fuck if she bleeds. My subconscious is a graveyard filled with pitch-black memories that never leave me. They haunt me in my dreams and attack my futile attempts to sleep.

I am free in Olivia’s cunt.

I find peace in causing her pain.

"You’re so fucking lucky." I pinch her tits. "It could be so much worse."

Red.

Crimson.

Blades.

Spots of blood flying through the air.

Visions of the most destructive things flurry through my mind.

Olivia has no idea what I want to do to her.

The depths of my depravity.

I’ll scar every fiber of her being with the thorns of a rose with razor blades for thorns that will turn her into a bloody dead whore.

Olivia passes out.

But her body doesn’t.

Her hips begin to work against my cock.

I slap her cheek to wake her up and her eyes flutter open. "Stay with me. Be awake as I hurt you."

Her body does what her brain can’t admit that she wants.

She works against our cocks.

She sucks Rook.

She lets Brock fuck her ass.

She fights against my cock in her cunt, but her rolling hips paint a different story.

"Oh, fuck," Olivia screams around Rook’s cock, her nipples turning to stiff peaks. "I hate you three so much! You’re monsters! Fuck my holes harder! Yeah, bust a nut straight in my ass, Brock! I’ll clench my hole so it never slips out! Come in my throat, Rook! Give me a baby in a new way! Fuck you, Colt! You’re the one I hate the most! I wish I’d never laid eyes on you!"

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