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I ram my phone in my locker. I scream, pure venom filling me.
My father accepted what happened to my little sister. He told me to quit holding out hope because she was dead and gone. My pride couldn’t let that slide. I picture my poor sister walking home from school, thinking about nothing other than playing with her unicorn stuffy and studying for her next class. In a flash, some sadistic fucker snatches her off the sidewalk and has his way with her. Violates her in the most brutal fashion. Doesn’t give her a chance to break free.
A bank notification hits my phone a second later.
Your credit limit has been raised to twenty million dollars.
I turn to Brock and Rook. "It’s a go."
Rook
I run my finger down Olivia’s tummy, then wonder why she feels like a dead body.
We’re cuddling on her bed. Medusa isn’t around to shoot a nasty look at her, so she has no reason to pretend she’s made of stone.
"Hey." My voice is stern. "Show me a little love."
"I’m sorry." Olivia’s gaze drifts to my hand on her pearly white belly, which is so petite and small under my enormous hand. The sight makes my cock hard as a rock.
My preference has changed in less than a month of knowing my whore. I divide my sex life into two halls. Before Olivia and After Olivia. She brought my dick back from the dead like Jesus. The smoking hot MILFs I rutted before my whore changed my entire universe aren’t what I want now. There’s nothing wrong with a mature woman who knows how to take a young stud’s cock. But all I want is my slut. My slut writhing beneath me. My cock down her throat.
My balls tense up when I think about the way she swallowed my cock under the table at the fancy restaurant. It pissed me off that she hadn’t thanked me for buying her dinner. Most of my dates are taking girls to Panda Express at the mall. This was a special occasion and Olivia needed to beaskedto suck my cock. Bitch.
Even the thought of her not just dropping and doing it and me having to command her to ticks me off. Anger slices my throat, and I’m tempted to teach her a lesson in respect all over again. But I stop myself.No.Today is about informing Olivia about the treat we’re planning for her next weekend. Her shopping spree on Fifth Avenue.
I run my fingers over her belly, which tenses beneath them. Her bellybutton is so tiny. Almost like a doll’s. I can’t help but think it’d feel amazing to ram my cock in.
"That’s right, bitch. Apologize for ignoring me."
"I won’t do it again."
I move my hand to her tits, then fondle the left one. She tenses, scooting away from me, but I tweak her nipple which I know she won’t be able to resist, and she moans. No woman can say no to that. They love getting that shit played with.
Olivia has perfect tits. I haven’t given them any love at all.
I bring her left tit to my lips, then swirl my tongue around the nipple. It hardens under my kiss, transforming into a stiff pink bud. "I know why you feel like you’ve been strangled and left for dead."
"I’d love to know." Olivia is a bit breathless with desire. Not a lot. Only a bit.
"Trace’s words are still affecting you."
My voice is deep. Low. Packed with emotion.
It fucking destroys me that Trace picked on Olivia like this. Fucking kills me.
Anger churns within me, spearing me with the world’s sharpest pricks. Crimson webs of fury shoot across my brain and prevent me from thinking clearly.
I want to go full-on federal criminal to Trace, uppercut her face, and beat her into a bloody pulp. In the joint, the other inmates would kill you while you slept if you put your hands on a woman. Trace isn’t a woman. She’s a nasty, fake, gossipy mean girlwho doesn’t have any value to society. All she does is stalk Colt and beg to fuck him.
"Someone needs to teach Trace that being cruel to people won’t make her a good person. You never lift yourself by tearing others down." Olivia’s voice is firm.
"You’re so smart, my Olive. So brilliant. I’d love to carve your head in two to see what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours."
"I’ll get an MRI. No carving needed."
"No." A raspy groan escapes me. I bring my lips to her scalp, then sink my teeth into it. "Need. To see. Inside."
Olivia blushes. "You’re probably thinking about putting yourdickinside."
