Page 133 of Destroying Everleigh

“Told you.” Lucas smirked. “She’s also got a really tight pussy.”

Bile burned the back of my throat, tears slipping down my face more freely now. He had me fooled. He was the furthest thing from a loving boyfriend than one could get. There was more commotion happening on the other side of the fire, but my gaze was locked on the immediate threat standing before me.

Elijah’s hands drifted down to my waistband. “We’ll see,” he supplied, before jerking them down my legs.

“No!” I cried out, hoping someone might hear me. I wriggled against Lucas, trying my hardest to get out of his grasp. Panic flared to life inside of me even more potently than before. This was actually happening. This wasn’t just some fucked up attempt to scare me.

One of the guys nearest me was holding up a phone, directing it at us. Was herecordingthis? Disgust churned inside my stomach, fear snaking through every part of me until it was locking me in place again. Elijah jerked one of my shoes off, followed by the other, and then he was pulling my pants from my body, discarding them with the rest of my garments. He was kneeling now, his nose brushing against the front of my panties. I trembled, not wanting him anywhere near there.

“Fuck yes,” Elijah groaned from my scent alone. He hooked his fingers in my waistband and wrenched the last bit of cloth from my body, leaving me completely and utterly exposed for all of them.

Before he could touch me anywhere intimately, I jerked my knee up, catching him in the side of his jaw. His head whipped to the side, sending his black hair flying with the movement.

Lucas cursed under his breath, winding his hand in my hair and jerking so hard that my vision blurred from the pain. He leered over me, a snarl twisting his lips. “You’re atourmercy, slut. Don’t try us again.” He shoved me forward so that I was falling, my hands hitting the cold, hard ground.

Elijah’s maniacal laughter rang out and he was shoving me on my back. “I was going to be nice and get you wet.” He smirked, jerking my legs apart. “Not now.” He positioned himself between my legs after pulling his dick out, lining himself up with my center. I started thrashing around, trying to make this as difficult for him as possible. It seemed to be working ifhis frustrated growl was anything to go by. His fist connected with the side of my face, sending pain exploding through my jaw. My vision blurred, followed by a persistent throb where the blow had landed. “That’s more like it.” My head thumped against the ground, dizziness overtaking me.

In the next movement, he was inside of me. A cry tore from my lips as he stretched me out, my body not welcoming him at all due to the lack of preparation. It didn’t seem to deter him. He continued to force his way inside until he was fully seated.

“Youaretight, Miss Everleigh Knight.” He eased out and then slammed into me again. Pain shot through my pussy from the brutality, tears blurring my vision. “Fuck yes.” He slammed into me again and again until my body started reacting to him, moisture slowly gathering between my legs. Stones and sticks dug into my back with every jerk of his body against mine, incoherent cries falling from my lips.

“Please,” I choked out in a state of delirium. Humiliation clawed through me at the fact that I was actually getting wet somehow. I wasn’t the least bit turned on. But it did make it hurt less, so that was something. His hand moved to grip my throat, and he cut off my airway, sending another round of terror shooting through me. My nails bit into his forearms, begging him to relent, but he kept slamming into me.

“Don’t make her pass out,” Lucas barked. “I want her awake for all of this.”

Of course he did. Sick bastard. He had to know that he wasn’t getting away with this. Unless they planned on killing me…

That thought alone brought forth a new fear. I didn’t want to die. And if they were willing to go to these lengths, what else were they willing to do? Would they really film a murder?

Elijah loosened his grip on my throat, moaning as he thrusted in deeply, forcing my back to arch. I sucked in a sharp breath of air, trying to fill my lungs with more and more oxygen,but all I could smell washim. Something woodsy with pine, the scent wrapping around me like a cocoon of needles. With one final thrust, he was spilling inside of me. A sob wrenched its way from my throat, his warm seed trickling down my thighs as he pulled out.

“Who’s next?” he called out breathlessly, tucking himself back in his pants. “I got her all loosened up for you.”

My mind was screaming at me to get up and run, but I was far too weak. I couldn’t even force my arms to move. Instead, they were on either side of me, resting on the cold, hard ground.

“How bout you, Colt?” he taunted, knowing damn well that Colt wanted nothing to do with this. “You knew the rules before showing up. No one leaves here without a turn. Better to have her now before she’s a gaping hole filled with everyone’s cum.”

My body shook with sobs, fear and humiliation barreling through me. There was more commotion followed by grunts and the sound of a fist connecting with flesh. But I couldn’t even bring myself to look. Have they done this to women before? They seemed to have planned it all out beforehand.

“Fine,” Colt ground out, his voice tense with pain and anger. His voice had gotten closer, his footsteps scuffing against the dirt, kicking up pebbles and twigs as he stomped toward me. My gaze traveled up the length of his body when he came to a stop, his eyes holding so much regret and sympathy.

“Don’t make me take your dick out for you, Fisher,” Elijah taunted.

Colt clenched his jaw and unfastened his jeans before shoving them down his legs. He was lean and his legs were just as strong looking. I always knew he was toned but seeing him in this state was much different. Especially when I knew he was about to be inside of me. I couldn’t even be mad at him. His lip was busted, and a bruise was forming around one of his eyes. All because he tried to refuse. He was being forced intothis just like me. His boxers were on the ground next, and I purposely avoided looking at his dick, staring up at the darkened sky instead. Leaves fluttered in the wind, crunching with the movement due to the seasonal change.

Colt positioned himself between my thighs, his brown eyes containing so much emotion. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered through cracked lips. He lined the tip of his cock up with my entrance and eased himself inside, much gentler than Elijah had. My pussy sucked him in, disgust trickling through me at that fact. He lowered his body on top of mine, his breath coming out pained and ragged. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. He eased out before thrusting back in. I could tell that he was holding back, that he was trying not to make this harder or more painful than it had to be.

“Good God,” Lucas muttered. “You aren’t making love to her. Fuck her like the damn whore she is.”

Colt hesitated, his jaw feathering with tension.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “Do what you have to do. It’ll go by quicker that way.” My words came out forced and choked, even to my own ears, but I meant them. Anything to make this end as quickly as possible.

He clamped his eyes closed before jerking his hips back and driving into me. A strangled gasp tore from my lips, heat pooling in my stomach from the single motion. Repulsion filled my veins at the thought of finding any pleasure in this, regardless of him not being as eager to hurt me as his friends. His eyes were blown wide now with lust, a grunt of pleasure rumbling through his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered again, like merely saying the words would erase his part in it. “So, fucking sorry.” The slapping of his skin against mine echoed around us, embarrassment settling in my gut. There were so many eyes on us. These were people I went to school with—some of them I’d thought were decentpeople. Like Alex. I didn’t know him well, but I considered him a friend in the loosest of terms. That still counted, right? “Fuck,” he groaned out. “You do feel good, Everleigh.”

He drove into me again, a moan threatening to spill from my lips, but I quickly swallowed it down. I would not let them hear anything from me. They could use me like a warm hole all they wanted, but they wouldnotclaim my pleasure. I’d never been close with Colt, but he’s always been the friendliest with me. Sometimes, I couldn’t even remember his damn name. But he never forgot mine. He was always so warm and welcoming when he saw me, and now he was being forced to do something as twisted and evil as this. This wouldn’t only haunt me. If he truly despised what was going on here, it would haunt him too. A part of me wanted to make this easier for him, to let him know that I didn’t fault him. So, when he thrusted inside of me again, his head lowering with the movement, I allowed my lips to brush against his ear.

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