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Justine
WHAT THE FUCK, WHATthe fuck, what the Flying Dutchman’s fuck?
Thoughts spin around in my head like chickens chased by foxes.
Sade Royales, ripping my fishnets and slipping his fingers into my panties from behind? This is insane.
“Who knew,” he says in my ear, his voice like treacherous silk, “that the nice, quiet girl, all cozy sweaters and poetry, was actually a bad, bad girl?”
Who is this happening to? I can’t even react, my body limp as his fingers graze the lips of my pussy—freshly shaved because I expected to have sex with my boyfriend tonight. The girls have been amping up orgasms so much ever since I told them I finally got fucked, that I’m dying to have one with something other than my hand. Now that I got my virginity out of the way, all it takes is doing it enough, they said. Getting horny shouldn’t be hard.
Yet I’ve been grinding myself against Dean’s erect cock for minutes, and I didn’t get wet. But now, sandwiched between him and Sade’s powerful body, I cream so fast that there’s no way he doesn’t smell it. It’s embarrassing. And mind-blowingly surprising.
My eyes roll back as I try to suppress this violent reality and my reaction to it. A Heathen King is curling his fingers into my pussy from behind while pushing me into another guy’s body. And not just any of the Kings. The one I’ve been secretly writing poetry about since the day I first laid eyes on him.
He’s my secret muse, the one I only ever dared steal glances at. I’d look away every time he caught me. Impossibly rich, wickedly handsome, and dangerous like a viper, Sade Royales is way out of my league in every single way. The scar slashing his face from above his eyebrow to his cheek clashes with his magazine-beautiful features, and those savage eyes have a bloody sunset in them, giving him a devastating allure. Every girl on campus dreams of having his dick inside her at least once, and many are chasing him in the most cringe ways. Me? I’m basically his maid. One of the dozens at his mansion. He shouldn’t even know that I exist, let alone want to fuck me.
Or whatever it is he wants right now, sandwiching me between his steel-hard body and that of my boyfriend. A smile trembles on Dean’s face, which the other two Kings meet with mocking laughs. He begins laughing with them as if they weren’t holding him in place against his will.
“Sade, what’s happening here, man?” he says tentatively. Despite his desperate attempts to sound casual, I can hear how scared he is, and I’m pretty sure everybody else does, too.
My heart sinks.
I can’t deny my disappointment at his failure to protect me from these goons, even though I chose Dean specifically because he seemed like such a nice guy. Unlike the Kings, who made everyone around them either wet or scared stiff, he was all about sweet words. He was approachable and dependable.
Safe.
Old-school love letters under the desk during class kind of safe. He had an inviting smile, and always smelled nice, of potted flowers. Not now, though. Now it smells like he pissed himself or something. It drives me to push my back against Sade, leaning into his scent of clean linen and fall spice.
“I saw the video you shared in the group, that’s what happened,” Sade replies. “I want a piece of that cake.”
“What–what video?” Dean inquires, blinking up at Carlton and then Dogg like a trapped squirrel. Neither responds, simply awaiting Sade’s orders.
“Carlton, your phone,” Sade demands in a voice that would make the devil shiver.
Carlton Wilde is a mastodon of a man, so large that he’s double Dean’s width, but he doesn’t hesitate to do as Sade commands. He seems to enjoy holding Dean in place, grinning down at him as he reaches into the pocket of his jeans for his phone, then placing it in Sade’s outstretched palm.
His body heat wraps around me, making it hard to breathe. Whatever he’s scrolling for, he’s taking his time with it, caging me in. His fingers slowly slide from between the lips of my pussy to the crack of my ass, bringing the wetness with them. I squirm in place, my mind heated, my body responding to him in ways it definitely fucking shouldn’t. Everything is wrong with this picture, and I’m acting like a horny wanton between two men. Hell, four, if we count the other two Kings, too.
Dean’s eyebrows rise in an exaggerated, innocent expression when Sade brings the phone between us. My eyes fall to it.
No, this must be some kind of sick joke.
Videos of me, that he said he took for our private pleasure later on, when we’ve been married for years, sent out in a chat group. A group where guys have nicknames like Sicko and ThiccDicc.
“So, your V-card was ten grand,” Sade murmurs in my ear. A coat of ice travels over my skin. “Since you’re whoring yourself around, how much to do it for me?”
“Bastard,” is all I can mutter, but I don’t even mean him.
Betrayal washes over me. When my eyes shoot up at Dean, I wish they were made of steel so they’d cut that lying face of his into pieces. But the nasty look on Dogg’s face draws my attention, and my heart drops like a rock into my stomach. His tongue moves out of his mouth like a manic lizard’s, dancing over his teeth. He’s not nearly as handsome or as respected as the other Kings on campus, so he’s doing everything to level up, from bleaching his teeth to overly tanning his skin at the sun studio. Too much of that gave his skin a leathery look that makes a bad combination with his dark blonde hair. Girls still chase him around, but it’s for his status rather than his looks. He doesn’t have the reputation of the other four members of the Heathen Kings, such as Sade’s, for being a sadistic snake if you get in his way. Everybody knows he’s calm, like a slumbering viper, until something lights him up. And once his interest is piqued, you’re in serious fucking trouble because his focus never wavers.
His finger pushes between my asscheeks, pressing against my pucker. I should flail around and scream, but I’m unable to.
“How much, Justine?” he presses, his large body now plastered to mine.
“It’s a misunderstanding,” I breathe, my cheeks on fire, my chest flushed. The few drinks I had earlier surely aren’t helping my case, and combined with the shock of Dean’s betrayal and his lies, all my systems have gone rogue.
“Hmm,” he purrs in my ear, the tip of his finger entering my ass. “You mean you didn’t sell your virginity to him?”
