Page 43 of The Rivals' Touch

If he pulls my top down any further, he’ll see the bruises marring my body. But I’m too lost to worry about that.

Another wanton moan slips from my lips, and my legs fall open. I feel empty. The need to be filled and fucked is overwhelming.

He releases my nipple with a pop as Zayd steps up next to us and holds up his phone.

“Smile for the camera, princess!”

My heart leaps into my throat.

Zayd snaps another photo. “See you at lunch!”

Then they’re gone.

I scramble off the desk and right my clothes. My bra strap is broken, so I have no choice but to take it off and go braless. It’s not ideal when your tits are as big as mine. At times like these, I wish I had a nice little handful, but I’m not one of those lucky girls who can pull off the braless look.

It’s the least of my worries. Now Zayd and Jacob have two photographs of me: the one of me sleeping naked in Zayd’s arms and another one of me laid out like a buffet on a classroom desk with Jacob between my legs.

“Oh my god!” I whisper shakily as the gravity of the situation dawns on me. They’re right; I’m their bitch, their whore to do with as they please for as long as they have blackmail material on me. My life will be ruined if those photographs see the daylight, and I have to do everything in my power to ensure that never happens!

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