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I wail into my pillow, tears seeping down my cheeks, praying that Rina can’t hear me in the shower, because if she heard me succumbing to Colt’s unprompted domination like this, I wouldn’t be able to show her my face. I ride the wave Colt’s tongue in my ass has unleashed inside me, surfing it toward the sea of my ecstasy, letting the foamy bubbles smack against my skin as burst after burst of cum escapes me, wetting my mattress.
Colt hits my asshole with his tongue.
Smack.
He spanks my ass.
Using his tongue.
Then, Colt rams a different finger deep into my ass. I scream, gagging on spit as my teeth lock on my pillow. I squeeze both my pussy and ass around his fingers, knowing that this is only a harbinger of what’s to come once he, Brock, and Rookreallydecide to use me.
I picture Colt’s cock in my pussy while Brock buries his in my throat. I imagine Rook’s ungodly large cock, that eleven-inch beast, in my ass, wrecking me for all other men.
"Filthy girl."
"Leave." Tears stream down my cheeks, and when I speak, I’m a blubbering fool. "Don't let Rina see."
Colt grabs my blanket, then tucks me into bed. "This will be our little secret, sweet Olive. Finger that pussy as you go to bed tonight.Imagine me wrecking you all over again."
NINE
OLIVIA
I look around the penthouse in shock.
"This is a joke." I turn to Brock and Rook. "Right?"
Last week, when I was coming out of English class, Brock and Rook cornered me in the hallway as they tend to do. They thrust me against the wall, grabbed my hair so I couldn’t move, and licked the tears from my cheeks before they told me to quit being a drama queen and listen to them.
They said that I was too good, too powerful to live in a dorm room like theother girlshere at Saintswood, and that Colt had arranged a new living arrangement.
This made me cry even harder. I assumed that Colt wanted me to live on the streets in rags, that he wouldn’t stop until I was begging for change on the quad. The man wants to destroy me.
I. Was. Wrong.
Brock and Rook informed me that Colt had talked his filthy rich billionaire father into buying me my very own apartment in Manhattan overlooking Central Park.
This shook me. Saintswood is about a two-hour drive from Manhattan including traffic, so all that time in a car every day isn’t feasible.
Brock and Rook let me know that I wouldn’t bedrivingto school like a peasant. I’d have full use of Colt’s ten-million-dollar pink helicopter that would transport me to Saintswood every single morning in less than twenty minutes. It looks like it belongs to Barbie. It’s equipped with silky soft seats and a doggie bed for Apricot.
Brock places his hand on my lower back. I flinch away because I assume that he’s going to thrust me against the closest marble wall and ram his cock in my cunt. "You only deserve the best."
Rook touches my hand. I jolt away from him too, panic clawing at my throat. "Relax, little Olive. You’re our Queen for the rest of the year. This is your new castle."
I refuse to cry in front of these powerful monsters. I’m not a pathetic little girl. I blink hard to stave them back. I still shake where they’re touching me, but I force myself to take deep breaths so I don't break down.
I look around, sounding like everything’s all right. "A… penthouse."
"Welcome to your gilded cage, little Olive."
I take measured breaths as I drink in the marble tiles, plush blue carpet, and floor-to-ceiling windows that give way to an insane view of Central Park. This penthouse must cost at least fifty million dollars and that’s on the cheap side.
Fresh flowers sit on the marble center island, and the scent calms me. I see dozens of red roses. But there’s one black rose in the middle with petals as dark as the night.
"I’d love to know why one flower is black." I don't want to offend Brock and Rook, so I nod at the roses as lightly as possible, praying I don't provoke their rage.
"There is pain in beauty, little girl. Never forget that for every beautiful rose that blooms, one has to die."
