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I close my eyes as my orgasm rips through me, wrecking my pants as I bury my face in Olivia’s pussy, unable to stop sampling the picnic she’s giving me.
All at once, Olivia cries out in shock. "Oh, no."
Red seeps between her legs. It stains the blanket.
"You didn’t lose it, baby girl." I flick my tongue straight up to her hymen, then tease that crimson ceiling. "This red is only the cherry juices mingling with your cum. Still got it. Right there on my tongue. Perfect virgin pussy. Ready for us to rip into pieces with our cocks."
I tug Olivia’s dress back over her folds, which is a shame because her bare pussy looks so good. Nothing compares to it. The goddesses who roamed the Earth back in the day with their smooth cunts didn’t compare to her.
Olivia deserves to have a statue of her carved in marble. I make a mental note to call up the top sculptors in Rome and Paris to see if they have availability. Price isn’t an issue.She deserves it.
"I hate you." Olivia shoots me a look that blends hurt with rage. "I didn’t ask for any of this when I came to Saintswood. You three chose me because you saw that I was vulnerable. Weak."
"That’s where you’re wrong. Vulnerable, yes. Not weak. You’re stronger than every girl here. You just don't know it yet. That’s where we come in. We’re here to teach you how to find your inner power. Your inner Queen. You have what it takes to rule over Saintswood while wearing a crown woven out of roses and diamonds. You’re powerful beyond measure. You just don't know it yet."
"When I was a teenage girl, I’d spend hours at the library studying at the library to get a scholarship. My family had no money. I’m not powerful. I already felt like a victim, and ever since I’ve met you three, that feeling only grows."
I’m grateful Olivia is opening up with me.
"Never call yourself a victim. You’ve beenchosen.By us. To build into the goddess that your innermost soul already knows you are. The most impactful lessons in life aren’t easy. They’re tough. Brutal. Unforgiving. Women in the military don't kick terrorists' asses if no one kicks their ass first. You have to learn how to take a punch in order to give a punch."
"That’s what you’re going to do?" Olivia sniffles. "Punch me?"
"I’ll punch your pussy straight into the fucking ground."
That’s when Ms. I Think I’m Better Than Everyone Because I Got A Brazilian Ass Lift walks by with her minions.
"Look who it is." Trace shoots a nasty look at Olivia. "The whore who can’t even afford a Birkin."
I tick my head up as anger pounds my skull. "Fuck off, Trace."
"This bitch is the reason Colt isn’t returning my calls. Don't lie to me."
A snarl escapes my curled lips. "Colt never returns your calls. It has nothing to do with Olivia."
Trace leans down in front of Olivia. "You think you’re fooling us, but you’re not. You’re a broke ass bitch who shouldn’t have been allowed into Saintswood. The only reason we tolerate you is because you fly in on Colt’s father’s helicopter every single morning. You wrapped it in the ugliest shade of pink. Your scarves look like they’re from RepLadies. And not even one of the good, trusted sellers. One of the busted ones who can’t even get their Chinese slaves to do the stitching right."
Rage.
It consumes me.
Rising to my feet, I shove Trace’s fucking whore cunt ass as hard as I can.
This is a criminal offense.
I don't give a flying motherfucker.
Trace screams as she flies backward, her head smacking into a tree. "You hit me!"
Olivia stands up beside me.She’s embracing her inner Queen."Fuck you, bitch. Speak to me like that again and see what happens when you fall asleep tonight."
Trace scampers off, nursing the concussion I gave her.It won’t affect her IQ because it’s already in the single digits.
