Page 23 of Obsessed Kings


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Rina:I’m serious. My ass is dying to know

Me:It’s not your ass that’s curious

Rina:You’re right it’s my cunt bahahahaha

I shake my head in amusement, then head to the counter to place my order. I go for a pumpkin spice latte and a cinnamon muffin because I already ate my weight in pizza and brownies with Rina the other day, so I might as well shake off any sense of guilt.

"There you are."

Deep. Unwavering. Primal.

I’d recognize that voice anywhere.

A bead of nervousness pulses in my chest as I take my latte. I don't want to spin around, don't want to lay eyes on my bullies. I can already tell that Brock is standing right behind me.

My head turns to the left, and I lay eyes on his giant hand that hands by his side. My pussy clenches at once, even though my brain tells it not to.

Just because he touched your pussy doesn’t mean that you want him to do it again. Even if it felt good at the time.

Rook grabs my shoulder, then forces me around. "When Brock speaks to you, listen, bitch. We have something to give you."

I take a sip of my latte as I finally grow a pair of balls. "Call me bitch one more fucking time and see what happens."

Rook smirks at Brook. "Well, well, well. It looks as if our little Cinderella finally found her inner cunt."

"More like her inner Queen." Brock stares down at me, and even though I want to throw my pumpkin spice latte in his face, it makes my pussy clench. "That’s what we’re talking about, babe. Call Rook names. Fight a little."

"Babe is even worse than bitch coming from you." I wield my latte dangerously. "Keep it up and see what happens."

Rook removes my latte from my hands. He takes a sip despite my protests, then makes a face. "I never understand why girls order these."

"Let me try." Brock motions for the latte, which Rook gives him.

I push my lower lip out. "I know damn well I didn’t give you two permission to drink my coffee."

"This hardly counts as coffee." Brock licks his lower lip after swallowing a sip, then sets the latte on the counter. "It’s more like a pumpkin had a baby with a cinnamon stick."

"There’s espresso in it." I turn to the barista. "Right?"

The barista is so busy that she’s not impressed by the interruption. "Hon, I’m trying to work here. I don't have time for a conversation."

"She’s only asking a question." Rook’s voice turns to gravel. "You could answer her."

The barista snaps her eyes up. "We put two shots of espresso in all our large drinks."

"Ripoff." Brock slides his right arm around mine, then leads me out of the coffee shop. "If you sleepover at our place, you’ll wake up to coffee done right."

"We’ll make you a dirty pumpkin spice latte." Rook links his enormous, tattooed arm around my left arm. "It’s like a dirty chai, but for a bad bitch like you."

My two stalkers lead me out of the coffee shop. I stare down at each of their arms, so muscular and powerful, slung around mine like I weigh nothing at all. It hits me all at once that they could literally lift me just by their arms without even having to try.

"My pumpkin spice latte!" I holler, jolting back.

"Relax, whore." Brock’s voice is menacing. "We brought our servant with us."

To my surprise, Jacko grabs my latte and carries it in front of me. He doesn’t dare make eye contact with me, because he knows Brock and Rook will beat his ass if he does.

"That’s right." Rook glares at Jacko. "Give the bitch her latte and don't stare into her eyes while you do it. She doesn’t want to be around a little bitch like you."

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