Page 491 of Filthy Elites

“If you hadn’t decided to try to use Hunter as a pole, we’d have eaten the dinner Clay cooked for us by now.”

Her own laughter rattles through her chest, as she chuckles lightly.

“You think it’s funny?” I snarl.

“Tragically so.”

Fury races through my body and my muscles tense so quickly I swear I feel them become so taut I’m worried they’ll snap. “If my brothers ever see you naked again, I’ll bend you over and fuck you right there in front of them. I’ll fill your pussy, your ass and your mouth with my cum and I’ll let them watch so they know that you’re mine, that you’ll only ever be mine.”

“I hate you,” she whispers.

“That’s okay, hate me all you want, but it won’t change anything. You’ll still be mine, my girl, my cum slut, my little bird.”

“I’m not a slut, I was a virgin until you stole it. And if I’m a bird, what does that make you? Am I the prey and you the predator? Now you’ve captured me and taken what you want, why don’t you let me go?”

“I’m your cage, Starling. I was always going to catch you, but I’m keeping you too.”

“I hate you,” she says again.

“Didn’t seem much like hate when you were coming all over my cock,” I say arrogantly, reluctantly sliding my arm from around her waist and sitting up. “Go pee.”

The moment she’s free, she jumps up from the bed and rushes to the bathroom. I’ve already removed the lock from the door, just in case she tries to hide from me in there. I considered taking the door off completely, but I’m hoping she’ll learn sooner rather than later to just accept that we’re together.

There’s a soft gasp of pain, then the sound of her peeing, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips. I wasn’t gentle, she’s going to be sore, but I can’t seem to find it in me to regret that. She’s sore because I pushed my dick through her hymen and claimed her pussy for the very first time. Like a caveman I want to beat my chest with pride. Her security detail were under strict instructions to make sure no guys got close enough to think they even had a chance at taking what’s mine, but in the last two and a half years they haven’t had to intervene even once.

She ran from her home, her mother, her friend and started over somewhere new, but apart from her relationship with her father she’s barely made any attempt to get close to anyone else. I went to see her in Maine more than once, the last time I told her if she didn’t come home I’d take away all the people who were important to her. I was angry, furious even, and I did what I promised I would.

Removing Courtney from her life had been almost too easy. She’d jumped ship at the first hint of popularity and a place on the arm of one of The Elite. I’d assumed Cassidy would be harder, sadly it hadn’t been difficult to persuade her that offering Starling an ultimatum was the way to go. It just never occurred to me that Starling wouldn’t back down.

I destroyed her relationship with her mother and it’s my only regret in this whole sordid mess. Cassidy is still heartbroken and Starling is a shell of the sweet, caring girl I became obsessed with. Now that I have her back, I’ll fix it, I’ll give her back her mother and the guys can be her friends, I’ll wrap her so tightly into our group that she’ll never want to run again.

The bathroom door opens and Starling emerges wrapped in a towel, her perfect body hidden from my view. Jumping up from the bed, I prowl toward her. She flinches and backs away, but I snap my arm out and grab the towel, ripping it from around her as I drag her to me, pressing her naked breasts against my chest as I reach down and force my hands between her legs. “Did you try to clean all my cum out of you?” I growl.

“There was blood,” she gasps, a fine tremor running across her skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake.

Pushing two fingers into her cunt, I smile at how slick she is. “Are you sore?”

“Yes,” she grimaces.

“Good.” Lifting her off the floor, I grip one of her thighs and wrap it around my waist, walking us backward until I can sit down on the edge of the bed.

“Sebastian,” she argues.

“All my cum is going inside you, little bird. It doesn’t matter how sore you are, or how many times I’ve taken you already that day. My little cum slut gets it all, so spread your legs and I’ll be as gentle as I can. If you fight me, I’ll make it hurt.”

For a moment she does nothing, just stares at me, a mix of hurt, hate and desire flashing through her eyes. Then almost imperceptibly, she spreads her legs. It’s barely an inch, but it doesn’t matter, she’s done what I told her to, she made a choice and now I’ll reward her.

“Good girl,” I coo, smoothing my palm up her spine, caressing her skin as my lips find her neck, kissing her gently. Lifting her, I use my free hand to guide my cock to her entrance, then I slowly lower her down onto my length.

“It hurts,” she whimpers.

“I’ll make the pain feel so good,” I promise when I’m fully seated inside of her. Using my finger, I lift her chin and lock our gazes together. “I fucking love you, Starling, I have since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Swallowing visibly, I don’t wait for her to respond, leaning forward and kissing her roughly. I expect her to fight, but instead she kisses me back, her tongue tentatively tangling with mine.

“Such a good girl,” I praise, loving it when her cunt clenches around me. Using one arm, I start to lift her up and down my length slowly, pushing my other hand between us and finding her clit.

“Your cunt is gripping me so tight. You’re so fucking perfect,” I tell her as I work her clit, lifting her up and down until her arousal coats me and her hips roll on their own, her body learning how to take me. “Good girl,” I praise again, and she moans softly. She likes it when I praise her. “You’re such a beautiful little bird, you feel perfect, I love being inside of you, I love you.”

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