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"Wealldo."
Brock rubs his bulge. "I can already picture that sweet cherry busted and bloody for me. Snatch that bitch’s innocence.Bam."
"She has no understanding of her own power." Rook is never one to catch feelings for a whore under the age of forty, but his yearning voice betrays his emotions. "Amongst all the girls here at Saintswood, she stands alone. Unrivaled."
"Olivia doesn’t even have a Birkin," some bitch drawls.
My hand clamps down around my shot glass so fucking hard that it snaps. Shards of glass explode on the table as whiskey runs down my wrist, soaking my skin. Blood trickles down from my palm, blending with the amber liquid on the table.
I turn toward the girl who spoke. "You might as well quit coming to this bar. Because when you see me and the boys here with Olivia, your heart will snap just like this glass."
"I’m sorry." The bitch rushes toward me, then bows with her hands on my knees. "I was jealous. I wanted to fuck you."
"Please," another bitch begs, joining the first tramp. "Me, too."
"Begone." I roar at the top of my lungs, rising to my feet as I kick the sluts of Saintswood away. "None of you can compare to my Olivia.Our Olivia."
Brock, Rook, and I throw hundred-dollar bills at the wide-eyed bartender to pay for our drinks.
We need to find the perfect penthouse to buy for our angel.
SIX
OLIVIA
Pumpkin spice season.
It’s not quite here yet, but it’s right around the corner.
I step into the campus coffee shop, pulling my phone out of my bag so I can use ApplePay. My eyes flit around, and I breathe a sigh of relief when I don't lay eyes on my bullies.
They’re… stalking me. I’m pretty sure of it.
I mean, how else did Brock and Rook find me at the water fountain the other day? I was heading to a freshman English class, and seniors don't have courses in that part of the building. They must’ve followed me from my previous class earlier that morning.
I’d better check my bag for an AirTag. Knowing my tormentors, I wouldn’t put it past them.
I think back to the way they dominated me beside the water fountain, and I grit my teeth. It’s so unfair. I’m only five feet tall, and I can’t fight them off even if I wanted to.
But there’s something else at play. Something I can barely admit to myself.
When they have their way with me, it’s hot. I love it. My body has never felt like this before, and every time they come near me, I discover new sensations. It’s like I’m staring into the eyes of eternity for the first time in my life.
I clench my thighs together, willing my body to expel the sensation of Brock’s fingers in my pussy. He just stuck them in there without my permission, not even asking. Try as I might, my pussy hasn’t felt the same.
In the shower, I scrub extra hard, but I still feel Brock’s fingers in my folds. Touching me. Studying me. Examining me. Testing to see if I’m pure.
I didn’t realize purity was a thing boys still cared about. I thought that had passed.
Girls shouldn’t let a group of bullies boss them around, pin them to floors, and stick their fingers in their pussies without even screaming.
I tried to fend Brock and Rook off. I really did. But they’re too powerful, and with Rook’s enormous cock in my throat, there was only so much a girl could do.
My phone buzzes.
Rina:Be sure to tell me if you get fucked today ;)
Me:Good one.
