Page 91 of Rebel

My cunt clenches in want, and Kolton groans. “She likes that.”

“I bet. She’s a dirty bitch.” Chase laughs, and I hear his chair scrape back. I try to turn to look, but Trav keeps me trapped, his cock pushing deeper down my throat in warning.

“Why don’t you take her ass?” Chase teases, whispering to Kolt. “She’ll be tight, but she’ll love it.”

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

“Let me help you, brother,” Chase murmurs, and when I glance back, ripping off Trav’s cock, I watch as Chase grips Kolt’s cock and he parts my ass. His spit hits my crack, making me jerk, and he uses his other hand to thumb it into my ass before pressing Kolt’s cock there before he feeds it into me. I tense, but when Chase narrows his eyes on me, I relax.

I let them have all of me.

Why not?

I have nothing left to lose.

“That’s it,” Chase murmurs, releasing Kolt and grabbing his hips, pressing him deeper as Kolt groans. “Does she feel good?”

“Fuck, tight, so fucking tight.” Kolt nods, his eyes wild.

My forehead hits the table, but then a hand grips my throat, tilting my head up, and Trav’s cock is in my mouth again. He’s hard and brutal, claiming it until his balls slap against my skin. His lips are tipped in a snarl as Kolton claims my ass. His thrusts are unsure at first, but when I push back, he speeds up, filling me. The sharp pain fades to nothing but pleasure, and I slide down the table.

Fingers rub my clit, and I jerk. “Shh, pretty girl, I’ve got you. Look at this messy cunt. She likes this, likes being shared between us. Every time she tries to break up with us again, she’ll end up like this—face down and being fucked by every single one of us as a reminder.” His fingers fill my cunt, and the stretch is so insane, my eyes close as I cry out, locking up around them as my release takes me by surprise.

Trav yells, his hips jerking, and he forces his cock all the way down my throat as he spills his own so deep, I can’t do anything but swallow. Kolt’s cock seems to swell inside my ass until he struggles to pull from me, and then his cry fills the air as I feel him come inside me.

His hot cum splashes in my ass as I clench down on his length and Chase’s fingers.

“Good girl,” Chase praises, rubbing me through it until he pulls his fingers free. As Trav pats my head, Chase circles the table and sucks his fingers clean. “Mmm, that’s our girl.”

Jesus.

A soft kiss hits my back, and I lift my head to meet Kolt’s gaze. “He’s right. You’re ours.”

Why the fuck is it so hot to see all of them getting so possessive?

As the afterglow fades, however, reality sets in.

A secret part of me wishes this could be real, that I could be theirs and they could be mine, but it’s not.

None of this is real.

No matter what I feel, it can’t be.

It started from a lie.

When the truth comes out, I’ll lose them either way, just like I lost everyone else.

I won’t be their girlfriend, just like I’m not a sister or daughter anymore.

I’m just . . . alone.

FORTY-TWO

Ileft the guys playing pool and watching some form of fucking sports. I needed a break, to get out. I need answers. I need someone who will understand. Tugging my hood up higher to obscure my face, I sit on a wooden bench overlooking the river, tucking my hands into the long sleeves of the hoodie I stole from Trav. The smell of cheap hotdogs and onions makes my nose twitch, and my eyes rove across the vendors preparing for the afternoon rush, the women making their way to or from work, and the men in suits on their phones. They all ignore the spectacular view of the river, the city, and the bridge towering above it all.

For a moment, my hand wants to trace the tattoo of that bridge on my arm, but I don’t. I wanted to meet here for a reason—to remind me why I’m fighting to figure out the truth.

It’s the bridge my sister threw herself off of.

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