Page 4 of Did They Break You

He runs his mouth over mine, and his hands become more aggressive as he latches onto my upper arms, pulling me away from the tree. I nearly stumble as my pants slip down to my ankles. My eyes fly open but I can see nothing but the gleam of his gray eyes in the dark.

“I need you, baby,” he says again, one hand coming to my wrist as he forces mine to his pants, over his erection. “See?” he whispers, yanking me closer. Chase’s hands are momentarily off of me, but Brinklin is still grabbing my ass behind me, groaning into my ear. “I need you so bad, Remi.”

I try to move my hand, but I’m barely upright.

I feel dizzy, and sick, and my pulse is thrashing in my ears.

Say something. Fuckingsay. Something.

I open my mouth, then Cortland throws me down. I trip over my own pants, my palms landing in the dirt, breaking my fall,elbows locking up tight, but I don’t feel much at all, as numb as I am.

Still, I see I’m at someone’s feet as I try to catch my breath.

Slowly, my stomach twisting into tighter knots, I look up.

Into Storm Leary’s light blue eyes.

He’s just watching me. At his feet.

I open my mouth to speak, but Cortland’s hand comes around my throat, jerking my head back, and the words leave me.

His other hand is fumbling with my shoes, and his body is so much bigger than mine, longer and stronger and he’s fucking with my laces and I want to tell him to stop, that it doesn’t matter, that he should just get it over with, but I can’t speak.

And when he decides to leave my white Chucks alone, his cock pushes against my entrance.

My entire body is trembling.

My nails dig into the dirt. “I don’t think we should—” Chase’s hand over my mouth cuts off my words as he gets in between me and Storm, palm slapped over my lips.

“We don’t need you tothink, Remi,” he whispers, grabbing my face, hard. “We just need you to shut the fuck up.”

“Hey,” Cortland snaps, but that word is so slurred, and his fingers are still tight around my throat, his cock still nudging against my entrance but it’s so dark and he’s so drunk and I’m so… fucking.Confused.“I needyouto be a little fucking nicer,” Cortland finishes, his words to Chase.

But then he’s pressing into me.

I try to twist my face out of Chase’s grip. Out of Cortland’s.

They don’t let go.

Pain.

There’s pain.

Tears in my eyes.

Then Cortland’s groan of pleasure, his head pressed to my spine. “Fuck, baby,you feel so damn good.”

Chase grips my face harder, a whimper slipping past his palm.

Cortland doesn’t hear it. He’s fucking me, hard in the dirt. He’s rough and big and uncomfortable as he stretches me and I don’t know what I’m feeling. What I’m doing.What I want.

“Chase.” Storm’s words. I open my eyes.

He’s leaned against the tree they had me pinned against. Watching me. “Let go of her face.”

Chase doesn’t.

He grips me harder.

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