Page 39 of Obsessed Kings


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I open the door, then bury my former roommate in a hug. "I hope they never scrub it off."

Rina hugs me, just hugs me. She doesn’t know what I’ve gone through, even though I assume she has some inkling. What I need now is close, personal contact. My Kings should’ve given that to me at the very least. They gave me all this talk about how I’m their Queen and yet they left me to suffer alone. It’s pure cruelty.

Rina rubs my arms. "Babe, I’ve got to take that piss, but then we need to get some food. A bitch is starving."

"I have carrot soup." I glance at the fridge where Esmerelda keeps the leftovers, rich and tasty. "And tomato juice."

Rina furrows her brow. "We need to order pizza. You’ve turned into a stick."

I stare at my feet, then rub my thighs. Do I confess that I’m not really eating? Even though eating most foods is fine now, I haven’t been hungry. The thought of food makes me sick, really the thought of anything in my throat disgusts me.

"Pizza sounds good." I force a smile.

Rina takes a piss, and I grab Esmerelda to ask her to order pizza. "Hey, Esmerelda?"

She pokes her head out of the kitchen. She smiles at me, a grandmotherly smile that’s so sweet and comforting I can’t help but melt. She’s been through so many struggles in her life, ones that I can only dream about. I make a resolution right here and now. If Esmerelda can push through the pain that she’s dealt with, I can put up with Colt, Brock, and Rook. After all, they’ve lavished me with this incredible penthouse, servants, and more goodies than I can dream of. They’ve given me a true Cinderella life—most girls would die to be in my shoes.Cinderella’s life wasn’t a mix of thorns that drew blood at the slightest prick and bittersweet roses.

"Yes, dear?" Esmeralda crooks a brow.

"I was wondering if you could lend me my phone for a second."

"You know I can’t do that, hon. I can call someone if you need me to, though."

That’s another thing that Colt, Brock, and Rook commanded. I’m only allowed to use my phone for one hour per day, and only with Esmerelda by my side. I’m not sure if it’s because they don't want me texting someone to come save me, or what the deal is, but that’s a rule I can’t break.

"Rina wants to order pizza."

"I’ll handle it."

Esmerelda’s voice turns to ice.

I step back, not wanting to upset her like I do with Colt, Brock, and Rook. God, that’s all I’m good at. Not school, because I’ve been so stressed lately that I haven’t studied since I moved in here. All I do is upset people who claim to care about me and provoke their ire.

I shouldn’t be with three men who rip what they want from me without asking and leave me in a puddle of cum to wipe off myself. They don't even help me shower, much less cuddle me. Every girl wants to be held after a hard fucking.

Rina emerges from the bathroom. "I fucked up your toilet."

"That’s disgusting, but thanks for the laugh."

"Don't go in there for at least the next half hour."

"Believe me, on my liquid diet, I won’t be in there at all."

In no time, two extra-large pepperoni pizzas arrive with breadsticks, side salad, brownies, and chicken Alfredo pasta. I stab at a noodle, then fork it into my mouth. "I’d better go slow."

"Slow?" Rina cackles as she kicks her legs onto the six-hundred-thousand-dollar coffee table, not giving a motherfuck. "Eat these fucking carbs before you turn into a skeleton."

"I’ll be like those starving kids who die after pigging out on McDonald’s after living on rice their entire life."

"That’s not a thing, and no one dies from a little pizza. Come on, girlie. Live a little."

We chow down, and I throw all caution to the wind and eat like a bitch that came out of a feeding clinic. The pizza melts in my mouth, as does the pasta and brownies. Rina and I both are tempted to skip the side salad, but when we find the Caesar dressing and bacon bits, we go for it.

"Oh my God," Rina drawls through a mouthful of lettuce. "It’s the dressing for me."

"It’s so good." I can’t help but agree.

Rina rubs her pussy as she throws her head back. "Ah, fuck me, salad! Yeah, right on my clit. Make me come. I haven’t gotten any quality dick this semester so you’re my only hope."

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