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Olivia stretches to her toes, her cheeks flushing pink at the comparison. "Well," she says with a laugh, "I’m not quite as cute as Emma Watson."
"No." Rina gets up and hugs Olivia. "You’re cuter."
I try not to vomit as they hug it out. This is something girls always do, hug each other and give each other pointless compliments. Then, most of them go and talk shit about the same bitches they complimented behind their backs.
Something tells me that Rina and Olivia don't have that kind of fake relationship. Whatever friendship they’re building is legitimate. My perception of women’s friendships has been tainted by Trace and all the skank ass hoes at this school that can’t get my dick hard. I hate when women bitch about each other even though they claim to be friends.
I once knew this bitch who wanted to be a singer. Every week, she’d upload videos on YouTube and try to put herself out there. Another blond bitch was jealous and wanted the first bitch’s popularity. She’d lift her up only to tear her down behind her back. Every video the talented bitch put out, Ms. Fake Ass and Tits would hate on and say shit like, "I can’t believe people listen to that trash. She can’t even sing." The second I heard that fakery, I wanted to sucker punch her straight into her plastic face. With friends like that bitch, a girl doesn’t need enemies. What she needs is a ten-inch knife to slice her face off.Women should always support other women.
Olivia steps back. "Thanks, babe. You give me sanity."
"It’s the least I could do. This college is packed with intimidating ass bitches, but you have what it takes to stand out."
"I’m not sure I want to stand out." Olivia sits on her bed, then slumps her chin onto her fist. "Drawing attention to myself only results in pain. I want to wear baggy sweats and hide."
"Count yourselfluckythat you’re getting attention from the right boys." Rina issues Olivia a supportive look. "As I told you, most girls would kill to be in your shoes."
Tears well in Olivia’s eyes. "They’re so cruel to me. I did nothing to them, but they bully me so much."
"It’s because they like you." Rina tiptoes next to Olivia, then settles next to her on the bed. "Remember how in middle school boys would pull the girls’ pigtails and call them whores who were good for nothing but sucking cock?"
"That didn’t happen to me."
"Well, I was bullied ruthlessly. As it turned out, it was because they all liked me. I developed early, my titties got big before the other girls. All the boys teased me because of it and I wound up hating my body for a few years. My tits made playing tennis difficult and I wished I had my drunk ass bitch mother’s petite rack. I later learned that Mom had a breast reduction because she was hazed so much due to her tits. Fucking bitch didn’t even offer to get me one. She told me thatboys will be boysand that I should deal with it."
"Thanks for the support, but I don't think Colt, Brock, and Rook are picking on me because of my rack." Olivia glances at her chest, then touches her left tit. "I don't have much going on in that department."
My cock screams against my zipper. How can my angel speak about herself that way? I stare at her tits, my vision going cross-eyed. Her tits, ass, and figure are so perfect I can’t even stand it. She doesn’t have giant tits like most of the bitches here. She’s tiny and petite, a five-foot bite-sized candy bar I want to bury my aching shaft in. Push it deep into her creamy center.
Rina heads to the bathroom. "I’m going to get a shower before bed."
"I’ll be asleep when you get back."
The bathroom door shuts, and Olivia kicks her socks off, turns off the light, and slides into bed. In no time, her gentle snores fill the room.
The second I hear the shower start, I rush forward and wrap my hands around her neck.
Olivia
I jolt awake with a start.
There’s a beast on top of me.
Iron-hot pain seers my neck from where his unwavering fingers grip me. I try to move, but his sheer mass pins me to the mattress, fierce and unwavering. His giant cock slams against my tummy, the tip so hard it bruises me. Hot strands of cum trickle out of the tip, gushing onto my bellybutton as he tightens his grip around my neck.
I flail on the bed, trying to scream but unable to make a sound. My arms shoot up as I scratch at his muscular chest, but it’s so gargantuan I can’t budge it. This feels like a dream where you’re asleep so you can’t fend off a predator that’s decided to make you its lunch. His pecs flex at the same time as his biceps, and a pair of dead icy black eyes shoots daggers into the vortex of my soul.
Fierce. Unwavering. Cruel.
Colt.
It can only be Colt.
Colt’s gaze is psychopathic. He stares at me with pure destruction, not a shred of humanity lurking within him. Did I expect anything else? No. This is the type of man who waits in a girl’s private bedroom, buried in the closet, and waits for her to start snoring before he pounces.
But oh Christ, looking up at his face does something to me. A shiver crawls through me, and a burst of heat blooms in my core. I clench my thighs together to get away, but something about being pinned to my bed and jolted out of my sleep by this behemoth Sinner makes me wet. A moan flirts with my lips, but I urge myself not to let it out. This sadistic fuck won’t see what he does to me. Not now. Not ever.
"I heard my friends had fun with you in the quad."
